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But as for happening again?

Never fucking ever.

Tate

Meow.

Funky bats at my face with his paw, his purring rumbling through my chest where he sits.

I get it, cat.

Time to wake up.

I peek open an eye to find him staring at me. “What?”

Meow.

He’s probably eager for more of Violet’s bacon. Spoiled rotten cat. I flick at his ear until he gets annoyed and bolts off me and onto the floor. Sitting up on one elbow, I try to wake up and make sense of my surroundings.

Still at the creepy mansion that’s not so creepy anymore.

In fact, Jude’s not so creepy anymore either.

But. He. Choked. You.

My dick perks at the reminder and I stifle a groan. Last night, Jude left me with the bluest balls ever. I hopped right into the bath after he abandoned me and came as soon as I got my soapy hand wrapped around my dick.

He had me so riled.

It was the hottest first kiss I’ve ever had with anyone.

Why did he bail on me?

Because I nearly touched his face?

I’m still reeling at how ravenous he was. And, like the naturally submissive man I am, I willingly sacrificed myself for him to feast on.

Why am I this way?

Why do I yield all control when faced with a man like Jude?

Because you trusted him to take care of you.

I did.

I still do.

But I trusted Sean too and look how that turned out.

Maybe it was for the best that we stopped before things could progress any further.

God, but his mouth felt so good on mine. He’s an excellent kisser. He doesn’t just kiss—he devours and inhales. I loved feeling his desperation for me.

Sicko.

I’m supposed to be helping him get over his past traumas so he can behave in a healthier way, not letting him ravish me in the dark hallways of his haunted house.

Voices can suddenly be heard downstairs. I sit up fully and listen to who it might be. I’m not due for an appointment with anyone since it’s Saturday, so I’m curious about who might be bursting into the normally quiet home.