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Tovah

D ayn neshemah iz mayn, bashert.

Your soul belongs to mine, destiny.

He’d groaned those profound words into my ear over an hour ago, but they continued to play on repeat in my mind. It was surreal that we’d come so far in such a short period of time, hating each other to being…whatever we were now.

“You’re thinking too much, bashert,” he muttered from behind me, dropping a kiss on my neck. “Stop.”

“You can’t tell me to stop thinking,” I said.

He chuckled, his laughter moving through my back and making me arch against him. “Fighting with me again. Do I have to fuck you back into submission? You’re so sweet after I’ve given you multiple orgasms.”

“Absolutely not,” I told him immediately. “There’s no way I’m letting your dick anywhere near my vagina again. I think you broke it.”

He kissed my neck again. “I can wait. I’ll give your poor little pussy a break—for a little while. Because now that I’ve had her, I’m not going to stay away for long.”

Hopefully, I asked, “Does that mean no more edging?”

“Nope.” I could feel him grin against my neck. “It’s the best punishment, and it’s so fucking hot to hear you beg.”

My pussy clenched at his words, sending a shockwave of soreness through me. “Ow, ow, ow. No dirty talk, either.”

“Okay,” he said. “There are other things we need to talk about.”

I tried not to tense in his arms. Was he going to probe more into why I had tried to blackmail him? My history with his family?

With him?

Fortunately, he asked an easier question. “Why did you let people think you were sleeping around?”

I sighed. “I didn’t exactly let them. Vicious assholes and bitches started the rumors, and while I hated it at first, I couldn’t fight it. You can’t ever fight those things, you know? People are going to believe what they want to believe about you, and the more you fight it, the more they think you’re lying. So, instead of being helpless and angry, I decided to see it as an opportunity I could use to my advantage. Let people think when I was meeting with sources, it was for sex, not for information.”

He stiffened slightly. “So Sebastian?”

“Is just a friend who knows a lot about what happens on campus.”

“Right.” He paused. “He clearly didn’t tell you this, but I almost beat the shit out of him. Threatened him in his apartment. It’s how I found out about your real last name.”

“Ugh,” I groaned. “No wonder why he’s mostly been avoiding me.”

“Mostly?” there was a low, possessive snarl in his voice as he squeezed my waist.

“You can’t hurt him,” I said.

“I can do whatever the fuck I want to him, if he touched you,” Isaac said back.

“He didn’t. I didn’t even see him. He’s the one who… procured the Vice for me, since the team is no longer dealing.”

“Hmm.” Isaac laughed again. “Maybe I should thank him, instead. I should be pissed at you, for what you did, but it…made me free.”

Free.

What I wasn’t.

What my mom wasn’t.

My mom.

I needed to make time to check my burner phone and make sure she was okay. And decide what I was doing with the information Isaac had given me. I didn’t want to hurt him, now, didn’t want to betray him, but what choice did I have? Would my mother ever be safe, if I let it go? Worse, what would she think if she knew I was sleeping with the enemy?

As if Isaac had heard my thoughts, he added, “I still have more questions for you, Tovah. I know there’s a lot you aren’t telling me, and I won’t push for the information now, but I will get it out of you. Even if I have to resort to giving you Vixen to get it.”

I stiffened in his arms.

“You wouldn’t.”

His voice was solemn. “I would. I don’t want to hurt you, but I refuse to let anything or anyone take you from me. We’re together now, and nothing will separate us.”

His next words were ominous as he wrapped his arms around me, tight, trapping me against his front.

“Not even you.”