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I can’t.

But he knows.

Hefeelsit in every pulse around him.

And when the orgasm hits me, it’s violent. Shattering. My spine arches. My body clamps down around him, and I scream—not in fear.

Inwant.

Inneed.

In a goddamn surrender I never planned to give.

He presses his masked face harder into my throat and groans like it’shimbeing wrecked.

He keeps going. Keeps fucking me slow. Deep. Maddening.

Until Ican’tbreathe. Until all I know is the sound of his voice in my ear and the heavy stretch of him inside me. Until I’m begging without even realizing it.

“Please—”

“Please what?” he snarls, voice fraying at the edges.

“Don’t stop.”

He growls, his thrusts becoming just a little rougher, a little faster, still dragging out every second like he wants to brand it into my fucking soul.

And then when I’m about to come again—he shudders, curses low and harsh, and spills inside me with a noise that will haunt my dreams forever.

He doesn’t collapse.

Hestays.

Holding himself above me. Still inside me. Watching me come undone.

And when he finally pulls out, it’s slow. Intimate. My body clenching around nothing, already missing him like some sick fucking addict.

He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t need to.

Because we both know what just happened.

I didn’t just lose a fight. I gave in to the war.

And I don’t know if I’ll survive the next one.

Chapter 26

Ruin

I'mnotagoodman. Never claimed to be. The kind of darkness inside me doesn’t beg for redemption—it demands a throne. And right now, I’m perched in the armchair like I own the fucking air in this room, watching her.

Seanna.

She was utterly silent as I cleaned her up after I fucked her. Not a sound, not a twitch—just quiet compliance that screamed louder than any rage-filled outburst could. Either she's retreating deep into her mind, simply too stunned to react or she’s plotting intricate and brutal ways to murder me.

I almost hope it's the latter—her anger is intoxicating, a drug that I'm more than eager to overdose on.

But right now I’ll take any time I can get. We’ve been coming and going without her knowing. Keeping up appearances in our real lives. Pretending nothing’s changed. And no one suspects a damn thing. That’s the beauty of it. She's here—hidden, restrained, watched—and the world just keeps on spinning.