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BLAISE

M y dick has never had it so good. She’s tight, wet, hot, and like an addict, I can seem to get enough of her.

I must be losing my mind because I shouldn’t be fucking the woman who helped kill my parents.

I shouldn’t think what a loving and patient daughter she is to care for her mother the way she does.

She once again praised the Keans, putting them on a fucking pedestal, while saying my family was forgotten.

So yeah, what the fuck is wrong with me?

Even as unsettled as I am, I can’t stop. I drive into her body. She arches. She gasps. The way she responds drives me wild, heightening the sensations. It’s like she was made for me. God must be a sadist to have the woman I want most in the world be the one who ruined my family’s life.

“Blaise.” Her fingers dig into my shoulders and I know she’s close again. I lever up, sitting back on my heels as I grip her hips and thrust again, and again, and again, watching her tits bounce and sway.

Her pussy clamps around my cock and her body bows up as her orgasm slides through her again. It’s all I can do not to come right then and there, but I’m not done. I’m nowhere close.

A nagging thought breaks through the pleasure haze that I’m not using protection.

Again. The responsible thing would be to ask if she's on birth control before I release my load, but I don’t.

She might have been a virgin, but she’s not unworldly.

Surely, she knows about birth control and must be on it.

She wouldn’t be the first woman I’ve met who took the pill for reasons other than sex.

I roll us over until she’s on top of me. “It’s your turn.”

Her hair is a mess, her lips red and full from kisses. Her hands rest on my chest as she looks down on me with uncertainty. “What do I do?”

“Do what feels natural.” My hands on her hips help her move, and it isn’t long before she’s riding me like a pro. She rocks back and forth, rises up and down, and I’m in fucking heaven.

“Yes… Jenna… fuck…”

“Blaise.” Her pussy contracts again, and I feel like I’ve shoved my dick into a light socket. Stars burst. Electricity sparks. I buck under her, coming so hard I feel the pressure from my head to my toes. My orgasm goes on and on until I can’t move. My body is like a wet noodle, limp and immovable.

“God damn,” I muster.

“Is that good?”

I nearly laugh. “It’s more than good.” I tug her down until she’s lying on my chest.

She nestles against me. “I love you.”

I tense at the words. The trust she places in me should make my revenge easier. Instead, it fucks me up inside. This isn’t a game to her. Not a ruse. Not a mission. I’m succeeding at exactly what I set out to do, and I feel like shit about it.

Her lips find mine in the darkness, and I forget why I ever wanted to hurt her. My hands slide down her sides, memorizing every curve, every shiver that runs through her body at my touch. The way she responds to me is intoxicating, pure, honest desire without calculation or pretense.

"Blaise," she whispers against my mouth, and something inside me breaks.

I roll her beneath me, drinking in the sight of her, hair spread across the pillow, eyes heavy with want.

My original plan seems distant, unreal compared to the solid warmth of her body against mine.

This connection between us transcends the physical.

It's raw and real in a way I thought only existed in fairy tales.

"You're amazing," I murmur into her skin, and for once I'm not playing a part. The words come straight from my heart.

She arches up to meet me, and I lose myself in her completely. For these precious moments, I'm not an Ifrinn seeking vengeance. I'm just a man falling harder than he ever thought possible.

My release crashes through me as Jenna comes apart in my arms, her body pulsing around mine.

"Oh, God, Blaise…" Her voice breaks on my name.

I bury my face in her neck, breathing her in. My heart thunders in my chest, and it's not just from exertion. This feeling, this warmth spreading through my chest, it's dangerous. Fatal.

She wraps herself around me, all soft curves and tender touches. I should pull away, should maintain distance. Instead, I press closer, letting her sweetness envelope me.

The contentment flowing between us feels right in a way nothing has since my parents died. That thought should anger me, remind me of my purpose. But with her heart beating against mine, thoughts of revenge drift away.

If I can’t control this, I’ll betray my parents and my brothers. If I follow through on my plan, I won’t just break her. I’ll break myself. I’m well and truly fucked.

I blink awake in the early morning to find Jenna tracing the tattoos on my chest. Her touch is feather-light, hesitant. When our eyes meet, a blush spreads across her cheeks.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." She starts to pull away.

I catch her hand, pressing it flat against my heart. "Don't stop."

Her fingers resume their exploration, following the dark lines of ink that tell stories she doesn't understand. Stories of loss, of revenge, of a family torn apart. But her innocent touch transforms them into something else, something less bitter, which makes no sense when she’s part of the reason I have them.

"I've never…" She bites her lip. "I mean, this is all new to me."

The vulnerability in her voice stirs something protective in my chest. I cup her face, thumb brushing her cheek. "Hey, look at me."

Those green eyes meet mine, full of trust I don't deserve. She's given me everything, her virginity, her heart, her complete faith. And I'm supposed to destroy her.

"You're perfect," I whisper, and I mean it.

Her body relaxes against mine, completely trusting. "I've never felt like this before."

"Neither have I." And it’s true, even if I don’t want it to be. I trail my fingers down her spine, loving how she shudders in response. "Sneaking boys into your room at night? Who knew you were such a rebel?"

Jenna's cheeks flush pink. "I'm not… I mean, you're the only…" She ducks her head against my chest. "You're the first person I've ever let stay over."

"Not even Ronan sneaking through your window?"

She shakes her head, hair tickling my skin. "No. He doesn’t know I exist. And well, I haven’t had time for relationships with Mom being sick… or maybe no one was interested until you.”

“You’re surrounded by idiot men if they’re not interested. Lucky me if they’re not. I’d hate to have to hurt them.”

Her smile is sweet. “I wouldn’t want that either. I’m glad it’s you, Blaise. You make me feel seen and safe.”

"No one's going to hurt you." I wrap my arms around her, drawing her closer. "I won't let them." The irony of that promise isn't lost on me. I came here to hurt her, but now all I want is to protect her from the very pain I planned to inflict.

I press a kiss to her forehead to hide my conflicted expression. She sighs contentedly, completely unaware that she's fallen for the man who plans to destroy her.

She shifts. “I need to check on my mom, but it would be best if you… weren’t here.” Her expression is apologetic. “It’s just that I’m not sure how she’d feel and I’d like to?—”

“Say no more.” I roll out of bed and find my pants. “I get it. I’ve snuck out of girls’ bedrooms before.” I wince, realizing that’s not something a woman wants to hear. Then again, if I can tarnish her opinion of me, perhaps I’ll be able to do my fucking job.

“So you’re an expert.”

I give her a sheepish smile. “Maybe we don’t talk about that.”

She rolls her eyes as she puts on her robe. “You don’t like talking about anything about yourself.”

She’s not wrong. At least in my current situation. If I told her about myself, she’d likely turn me in to Ronan. Perhaps he’d notice her then. Take her to his bed. The idea of it makes me want to walk over and put a bullet into his head now.

I finish dressing and walk over to her. “There’s nothing in my past that is important. I like to live in the now. And right now, I have to sneak out of your room before you mom knows I stayed and gave you multiple orgasms last night.”

The blush to her cheeks is adorable and at the same time makes me feel like the biggest asshole in the world.

“You had at least two,” she quips.

“I did. They were fucking fantastic. I love your pussy, Jenna.”

Her cheeks go a shade pinker. “I love your…”

“Say cock,” I prompt her.

She bites her lower lip. “Cock.”

My dick twitches, and I wish I could have one more fuck before I had to leave. “I’m going to be hard all damn day.”

“Because I said cock?”

“Fuck, you’re doing it again.” I give her a quick kiss and then quietly creep from her room and out of the cottage.

The estate looms before me, the large mansion surrounded by manicured lawns and perfect gardens.

For ten years, it’s stood as a symbol of what the Keans stole from my family.

But now, looking at the gardens, I don't see the Keans’ betrayal.

Instead, I see Jenna on her knees in the dirt, carefully tending each plant with those gentle hands that traced my tattoos last night.

Fuck. This wasn't supposed to happen. She’s supposed to pay for her betrayal.

Instead, she's becoming my weakness. I can’t stop replaying the night in my mind.

The way she touched me. The soft sounds she made as I claimed her body again and again.

How she curled into me afterward, completely trusting.

None of it was fake. None of it was calculated.

And that terrifies me more than anything else.

The question is, what the hell am I going to do about it?