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He pulls out of me and flops onto the bed. We both stare at the ceiling, breathing hard as we catch our breath. I just gave myself to him in a blinding fire of passion.
I feel completely different and yet the same.
Then I feel something wet on my inner thighs. Blood.
I sit up and touch my skin, my fingers coming back red. “Finn?”
He looks at my bloody fingers before he smirks. “Guess I took you hard then.”
He literally made me bleed for him. Our marriage has now been cemented in blood. It’s a binding even I can’t break.
“I’m going to take a shower.”
“Want me to join?” he asks.
I do and I don’t. If I invite Finn to join me, it will just bring us closer. If he weren’t trying to kill Dante, then I would welcome it. Finn is handsome and strangely charming and possessive and willing to fight for me.
But he still wants Dante dead and I don’t know how to process that.
“I just need a minute,” I finally say.
The moment I’m in the shower, I feel my body fully relax. The blood and semen on my inner thighs washes away. Finn claimed me with all of his power.
I need to claim him with my own power.
But right now, my body needs a break.
Finn asked me what my father would think of me if he saw me right now. He would be ashamed. I know it. He would say that I should have been better to resist the temptation that is Finn.
My father would forgive me, I know. He has a softness in him that makes him able to forgive people who have wronged him.
But I’m his daughter. I’m not just some random man he works with. When it comes to me, my father worked hard to protect me over the years. He was just as traumatized as I was when I was kidnapped as a child. It’s something we worked through together.
And now, my feelings for Finn are something I have to figure out on my own. If my dad knew, he would look at me like I was astranger. He would ask where’s the girl who demanded a prince as her husband because she wouldn’t accept anything less?
She’s right here, I would say. But I just happened to fall for my kidnapper. I can just imagine the pain on my dad’s face if I told him that.
That I want to be with Finn at the same time I want to be back in my childhood home. I’m one step out and one step in. Finn would pull me all the way out if I let him. My father would pull me all the way back in if I let him.
Which one is going to win in the end?
I’m afraid I already know the answer and I’m just not ready to admit it yet.
Finn is asleep when I return to the bedroom. We worked ourselves hard. The thought makes me blush and I’m not a blusher. I let Finn take me with wild abandon. Me. The girl who looked down on any man who thought he had the right to touch me. I just gave it all to Finn without even hesitating.
I slip on a pair of pajamas Finn bought for me. Finally, I don’t have to wear all of his clothes. I slide into the bed with him and feel the urge to wake him up and ask him to wrap me in his arms. Instead, I clamp my lips shut. Asking Finn to hold me is asking for danger.
So, I roll onto my side, away from him, and force myself to fall asleep.
When I wake up in the morning, I find that Finn is still asleep next to me. I’ve never seen him sleep so hard before. He’s always ready for a fight. Ready for someone to kill him at any moment.
And yet right now, he’s just sleeping.
It allows me a moment to look at him. I hate how handsome he is. It would be so much easier to hate him if he were ugly. It’s the truth. A sad one but the truth nonetheless.
Finn controlled our time together last night. I want to be in control this time.
My eyes land on his cock. Already, it’s partially hard. Men and their fucking boners. I roll my eyes. He’s not even awake yet.