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Talon and Max close the door behind them, leaving Scar and me alone in the soundproof room.

“Everything’s going to be okay,” Scar whispers.

His hands slide down from my waist to grab my ass, and I whimper, pressing against him, letting him know I need him as much as he needs me. He backs me into a wall. I wait until he has me pinned before wrapping my legs around his waist.

He devours me with merciless kisses until I’m breathless. He grabs my bottom lip between his teeth and bites it. I moan and scrape my nails down the back of his neck. Growling, he reaches between us to shove my shirt over my head. The flowy lace top flutters to the ground. My breasts heave as he deftly unhooks my bra, which lands on my discarded shirt, exposing me. But not for long.

As he sucks one nipple between his rough lips, I lose myself to him. He’s overwhelming and intoxicating. No one has ever touched me like this. His tongue brands my nipples, searing each one before swirling around the edge of my breasts. Fire streaks through my body, awakening every nerve end while I cry out for more. I can’t get enough of him.

He gives me a lurid smirk before hauling me over to the only table in the room. It’s small and covered with papers. He holds me up with one arm while shoving the papers out of the way with the other.

As he lays me down, his gaze locks with mine. My pussy clenches, eager for him. I need him now more than I needed him last night. The feral look in his eyes inflames my desire. All this wanting will kill me if I can’t have him.

He tears off my jeans before ripping off my panties. Then he’s fumbling with his belt buckle, but it’s taking way too long, so I slap his hands away. I can’t look away from his stormy gray eyes, but somehow, I manage to get his pants down to his knees.

“Make it rough,” I growl in his ear.

“Count on it.”

He thrusts into my wet heat so hard that I have to grab the table to keep from falling off it. His huge hands grip my thighs, and he hauls me closer, grinding his thick cock into me again and again, making me his with each rough stroke. I can’t breathe. He’s so powerful and insanely sexy when he’s this aggressive. I can’t imagine sex with him any other way. I never knew I needed it to be this ruthless, but he’s teaching me new paths to ecstasy with every violent jerk of his hips.

The table bangs against the wall. Thank God no one else in the house will be able to hear us because there’s no way I’d tell him to stop. I want more, so I slap his ass hard.

“Fuck!” He grunts as his predatory instincts kick in. He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my mouth to his, thrusting his tongue between my lips and tasting me. Savoring me. Consuming me.

My pulse thrums through my body. Heat coils in my pussy until I’m sure I’ll die if he doesn’t make me come soon. But he’s not about that at all. He’s prolonging the ecstasy, sending me into a weird trance where our auras fuse together, bright red with lust and longing and unchecked desire, sparking with passion and riddled with bursts of pleasure. I’m so overwhelmed by the intensity of our connection that I can’t do anything but cling to him in gluttonous bliss.

He changes the angle of his hips ever so slightly, grinding against my clit, pushing me harder and faster until I’m sure I’ll explode. We almost died on that bike, and I need this. Somehow Scar knew exactly how to comfort me, and he didn’t do it with simpering platitudes. He’s showing me precisely who he is and what kind of life I can have if I dare to stay in his world. At this moment, I can’t imagine ever leaving it.

Rapturous ecstasy claims me. My body clamps down hard around his, drawing him in, trying to suck every bit of him deeper. I break our kiss to scream his name. Pleasure wracks my body. I shudder as flames lick up my spine and surround me in an inferno. I succumb to the roughest, hottest orgasm of my life.

He plunges over the edge, holding me so close I can’t tell where he ends and I begin. Thick jets of molten heat fill me from within. I clutch him, refusing to let go until he finally collapses against me.

“I’ll never let anyone hurt you,” he promises.

“I love you,” I blurt.

The minute the words leave my mouth, I want to shove them back in. Scar’s eyes meet mine and burn into my soul. He parts his lips, then presses them back together. He drops his chin and rests his forehead against mine.

“My world is too dangerous,” he finally says.

“I don’t care.”

“You’re too good for it.” He pulls away, leaving me sweaty and shaking. He grabs his clothes and gets dressed before I can think of what to say to stop him. Then he’s gone.

I sit on the edge of the table and wonder how I could have fucked up so badly. It was the intensity between us that drove me to confess my love. I don’t even know if I really do love him. But I think I do. And that scares the hell out of me. I’ve never been in love before. Is this really what it feels like? Like a tornado ripping through my life, trying to destroy me? Because if this is love, then Scar’s right. It’s dangerous. And dark. And sinfully irresistible. And I want it. All of it. With him.

Chapter 15: Scar

Ican’t get the fuck out of the safe room fast enough. Love? She loves me? Me? She doesn’t even know half the hell I went through. She doesn’t know what Blackstone made me do to him and his friends. She’d be disgusted if she heard even one of my horrific stories. She’d run if she realized how fucked up I am inside. Oh, hell no! She can’t love me.

My bedroom is a welcome refuge for about five minutes. But with nothing to distract me, all I can do is suffer through flashbacks of all the disgusting things I had to do to Blackstone to stay alive. This isn’t going to work. Maybe a shower. Yeah, that’s it.

When that doesn’t help either, I get dressed and join the others in the living room. Julia’s missing, but Nitro and Nina are sitting on the floor with Max, helping him assemble his fortress of Legos. Over the years, Nina’s collected thousands of pieces. They’re strewn across the floor in an epic jumble of colors and sizes. It’s a total disaster.

I can’t stand the chaos, so I gather all the empty plastic containers around the room and set them in a neat line on the coffee table. Nina glances at me, then looks at Nitro, who shrugs. Max smiles at me with the wary knowledge of someone who has seen adults behaving strangely. I hate that he has to see me like this, but I can’t leave the house. It’s too risky. They don’t know why I need to do this, and frankly, I don’t either, but when I’m upset, I can’t handle disorganized shit.

Everything else in the house is already clean, so I don’t have any other options. The snack cupboard and all the dishes are exactly where they need to be. Nina keeps her house spotless, so the only thing left for me to rearrange are the Legos.