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One screen followed it until Dex’s finger wiped it, and then he swirled it around in his mouth before he grabbed my hips and said, “Sit, Kee. Sit on my cock. Ride your fiancé like you want to come.”

I was lost to wanting him so badly at that point that I didn’t even hesitate or try to take him slowly. I gripped his cock and dropped myself hard on him, moaning out his name.

“Fuck me,” he groaned, and his head dropped forward onto my shoulder as he slid inside. We stayed there for seconds, breathing in sync, hearts beating in time together, both watching ourselves on those screens.

We were one, and the whole world around us was gone. My hand threaded through his hair, and he kissed my shoulders, nipped at them, bit them and marked them as I rolled into him. He lifted my hips so I could feel every inch of him, and then he shifted me up and down, up and down.

“Don’t you see that I’m not marrying you for the contract, Kee? I’m marrying you because you’re mine. This pussy is mine. Your heart, your soul, this is all mine.” He stared at the cameras as he said it. “And no one fucks with what is mine.”

I couldn’t accept his confession now. I couldn’t hope for something so perfect from him while still tied to Trinity. I had to fix my own problems first. So, I reminded him, “You only signed that contract to fuck with me yourself, Dex.”

“And I did, didn’t I? I fucked you in the kitchen, in the bedroom, on my stage, and now I’ll have you in this office. You’re about to be my wife. And I’m not marrying you to save you. I’m marrying you so I can save the world. I’ll go crazy and cause too much damn destruction protecting you without you being by my side. You get that?”

“Dex.” I stared at the screens, stared at my heart rate going a mile a minute. I witnessed my body temp rising when he twisted my nipple. I saw it on a screen, how the technology was so good that it could zoom in on the motion. I rode his cock faster, watched how his neck tightened.

I met his thrust with my ass, collided into him just as hard. The cameras caught every angle. I hit the sound button so we could hear ourselves—the panting, the slapping of our skin, the slickness of my pussy.

“You love it, don’t you?” he murmured in my ear, and I tried not to shudder, but I knew my sex was tightening around him. He could see my reaction anyway. I bit my lip and moaned at the sight of him owning me, pleasuring me, letting me be free.

“I love it, Dex. I love it. Watch me,” I whimpered. “Watch us.”

And we both stared at the screens as he fucked me so hard, he’d leave marks on my hips for the next day. Yet, he’d rub and massage them the next morning when he woke up with me again.

It’s how we operated for days after.

ChapterThirty-Five

KEELANI

He wouldn’t letme out of his sight.

Every morning.

And every night. We slept together.

That was it.

The first day, Dex pulled me close as I called my father. “I should yell at my dad for telling you everything,” I told him as I dialed the number.

“Or you should thank him for finally giving me closure.”

And then he lay there and listened to me talk to my dad, like it was completely normal to hold me close while I teared up asking about my mother.

“What do you mean, it wasn’t a good day, Dad?”

“Ah, you know how she is, Keelani. Good days and bad. She got confused with a nurse.”

“Right.” I took a deep breath, trying not to ask what I wanted to. Still, I blurted it out. “Should I come home?”

“Ach.” He made the same noise he always did when I asked. It was a mixture of disappointment and sadness with me. He knew I had to ask, but it hurt him every time when I did. “She doesn’t remember you like you are now. You know it will frustrate and confuse her.”

“Right. Right. I know.” I wanted to tell him this was feeding into her wrong perception of time. But I wanted to respect his wishes too. Even if doctors had explained we could help her memory by reintroducing me slowly over and over, my father didn’t feel good about it.

I didn’t either. Not after what happened at the hotel with her not remembering any of us. “It’s just so hard sometimes, Dad.”

“This is harder for her than anyone else. We need to work together to give her what’s best for her.”

But how could we know that this was best?