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“Maddie––”

“Yes, all of it, yes.”

He hides his face in my hair, his skin hot and wet. He’s still pumping, and I’m still taking it. I could take it until the end of time, and it wouldn’t be enough. Rhue Echeveria is a fucking danger. He’s instantly addictive. Insanely inebriating. He brings out the unseen side of me. The beast I never had the chance to release before.

The dark side simmers just on the edge, faintly beneath the surface.

I’m not ready to explore that, but I love that I have this option, now. Rhue stays inside me for a long while. I don’t mind. Minutes pass in sweet silence as I think about what just happened. I can feel him hardening again. His appetite makes me imagine so many things that we could do by morning.

“I feel safe,” I tell him. “I feel safe with you.”

It sends a jolt through his cock. My body instantly reacts, a volcano ignited.

“Fuck, Maddie, this is going to be a long night,” Rhue tells me, pushing once.

“I look forward to it,” I reply, and he pushes again.

I probably won’t be able to sit right for a week, but we fit together like matching pieces. He fills every hole perfectly. His hands are strong and shameless. His mouth unyielding. His tongue a fucking menace! Before midnight, I am crying out his name as he takes me from behind, gripping me by the hips and pounding harder…

And harder…

I don’t even realize when we become tired. It just comes over us, like a silent sweetness. Like we’ve had maybe too much wine, though we both left full glasses in the living room. I melt in hisarms, sizzling from… I’ve lost track of how many orgasms. This is just sogood.Too good. It can’t stop. I have to make sure it never stops.

Rhue falls asleep first, with one hand cupping my sore pussy. I can’t wait for sunrise. He will have more for me then. I will want more. I snuggle into his chest, enjoying the scent of him, the feel of him. So consumed am I by Rhue that I don’t even hear the faint footsteps near the bed.

By the time I react, it’s too late.

A prick in my neck.

Fire spreading through my veins. My eyes roll in my head.Rhue…

He doesn’t know. He’s fast asleep. Dreaming.

Blackness quickly follows.

Silence.

A sense of doom.

Chapter 45

Rhue

The sound of her voice. The feel of her skin. The incredibly sweet pulp of her pussy. The mist covering her eyes as I took her. I’m hard again. A little sore. My muscles ache. My lips are dry. My heart is singing, full of all kinds of beautiful, wonderful things.

It feels like only seconds ago. Yet my body seems to have gone through the Paris-Dakkar rally somehow. I’m spread too thin, like the last sandwich made from the last jar of peanut butter. The bed sheets feel soft and warm, but my side is cold.

I take my time. Trying to fight through the fuzz that has taken over my mind. I barely had a sip of wine last night, yet it feels like I’ve been swimming in an entire barrel. Rubbing the heels of my hands over my lids, I peel my eyes open.

The sun breaches through a half-open curtain. Bright gold through red brocade. The air smells sweet, of Madison and her perfume. It’s a little bit salty, too, hints of the mind-bending sex we had all night lingering behind. A smile curls up the corners of my lips and for the first time in a very long while, I can honestly say that I am happy. Stupidly happy, even.

I listen to the silence for a good, long minute, waiting for Madison’s footsteps to pad through the room. Or maybe for thefaucet in the bathroom to run. A flush of the toilet, perhaps. But even after a few more minutes, nothing comes. There’s no water running. No shuffling. Not even a click or a slight cough.

“Maddie?” I call out, closing my eyes.

The golden light stretches across the room, ever so slowly, and finds my face. I sprawl over the bed like a lizard in the sun.

“Maddie?” I try again, hoping she might hear me from the kitchen. Except something tells me she’s not in there either. There are no pots clanging. No ring from the microwave oven. No whistling from the kettle. Not even the gurgling of the coffee maker or the thick hiss of water running in the sink. It’s quiet. It’s too quiet, and my contentment dissolves.