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I press my mouth to hers, swallowing her moans, and when she comes, it’s a shock—full-body, wracking, unstoppable.

She cries out, nails digging into my shoulders.

Her body pulses against my hand, wet and wild, and for a second, I want to lose myself in her.

But I don’t.

I pull her close, let her ride it out, hold her until the shivers stop.

Her face is flushed, hair plastered to her cheeks, eyes glazed with satisfaction.

I rest my chin on her head, breathing in the smell of her, innocence, come, and the faint metallic tang of blood still on my hands.

“Thank you,” she whispers, her eyes flicking up to meet mine before she looks away, a blush staining her cheeks.

I don’t answer. I just hold her there, letting the water rinse us both clean.

But when I close my eyes, all I see is red, swirling down the drain, and her face above it—open, honest, and completely unafraid.

It’s the most terrifying thing I’ve ever seen.

CHAPTER NINE

Rosalynn

Three days at the safe house, and I'm losing my fucking mind.

Not from fear, though I should be terrified that the Corsinis have a fifty-thousand-dollar bounty on my head.

Not from isolation, though the safe house is an hour from the city, surrounded by woods that seem to swallow sound.

I'm losing my mind from how much I want him.

Three days of Varrick being constantly present but never touching me.

Three days of him watching me with dark eyes that promise everything, but deliver nothing.

Three days of lying in a bed down the hall from his, knowing he's so close but feeling like he's on another planet.

The first day, we tried to be normal.

He worked on his laptop while I went through financial reports, both of us pretending the air wasn't as thick as ever.

But when I reached for a pen and our fingers brushed, he jerked back like I'd burned him and left the room.

He didn't come back for two hours.

The second day was worse.

I found him in the kitchen at dawn, shirtless, making coffee.

The morning light painted his scars silver and gold, and when he turned and saw me in nothing but his shirt, he gripped the counter so hard I thought it might crack.

"You should go change," he said, voice rough.

"Why?"

"Because if you don't, I'm going to do something we'll both regret."