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Stars dance around my vision as I orgasm. My body trembles beneath him as he continues to take what he wants. My nails dig into his back as he stares into my eyes.

He bites his bottom lip as he pounds into me faster. The head of his length swells as he spills a warm pool inside of me.

“You are always what I want,” he says as he places a passionate kiss on my lips once more.

I love this man.

* **

“You look…happy.”

I give a sympathetic smile to Astra, who looks like she has been beat to shit. She is definitely doing drugs still. I hate that for her, but who am I to judge?

“I’m doing better,” I admit.

“How is your back?”

She winces as she moves onto her side.

“It fucking hurts. I am tired all of the time, and the staples holding it together are swollen. They said I was lucky, considering I’m still alive. I don’t feel lucky. I feel like fucking shit.”

“I’m sorry…”

She rolls her eyes at me.

“Don’t. I did this to myself.”

The guilt settles deep.

“Well, I’m glad you’re still alive… that we both are.”

“You know you owe me a lot of money for that stunt you pulled.”

I can’t tell if she is joking or not.

“Sorry, I’ll pay you back.”

She giggles at my response. I am so fucking confused. I think she’s lost her mind.

“Do you still not remember what happened?”

“No… I went to the trail, and then I remember lying on the ground, and then a man said that Dante killed Amara. After that, I was trying to call for help. Then nothing….”

I nod, looking down at my hands.

She throws a remote at me and I barely catch it.

“Let’s watch Real Housewives.”

I smile at her, curling up next to her on the sofa. Dante and Lucien will be gone for a while, so we have time to catchup.

* * *

Dante and Lucien emerge from the elevator reeking of smoke and whiskey. Dante tosses a bag on the counter and grabs a bottle of water from the refrigerator.

I rush up to him and wrap my hands around his neck, giving him a quick kiss.

“Everything go okay?”