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That’s when I catch all the bruises on his body, along with his face. I am suddenly mortified at how I have been acting all night.

I understand how things got so out of control between us. I understood it a while ago. I am just frustrated at the situation.

But that doesn’t give me the right to do what I did. Throwing punches. Scratching Milo out. Inflicting physical pain on him.

In the last month, I haven’t seen Milo deal with anyone else’s shit like this. Yet, he spent hours dealing with my wrath, soothing me.

He simply endured my outbursts, my tantrums, and my assaults. No matter how much I egged him on, he kept his cool. Even when his sociopathic side came out, he didn’t lose his shit.

I did.

Stroking his cheek, I gently lean over to drop sweet kisses over all the scratches on his face, while my hand moves between us, needing to provide him with the same calming effect.

Milo groans when I wrap my fingers around the base of his dick. I drop towards the end of the couch.

My tongue swirls over his dick before I close my mouth over him. I hear his loud groan and feel his hands tugging at my hair.

I don’t stop until he comes down my throat.

By the time I crawl up his body, Milo is watching me closely as if trying to figure something out. A few minutes pass before I close my eyes in his hold.

Milo drops light kisses all over my face, only occasionally stopping to caress my cheeks. I am very aware that he is still watching me with wide apprehension.

CHAPTER 14

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Raven

I wake up to find a pair of piercing green orbs. Milo is sitting on the couch next to my horizontal body. His boxers are back on while I only have a quilt covering my naked body.

I see the light seeping through the windows. It must be dawn.

“Milo?” I blink and try to get oriented. “How long have you been sitting there?”

“Hours,” he replies. There is no amusement in his voice. Milo levels me with a steady gaze. He speaks in a muted tone. “I have been up all night.”

I slowly lift my head, trying to get myself situated. I push myself off the couch to sit and try to wake up fully.

“Last night, you displayed more emotions than I have ever seen you display. But you arenota reactive person,” Milo is talking like he is doing a recap of our story. Almost like a narrative. “It takes you forever to analyze and organize your thoughts. I have never even so much as seen you stomp your foot in anger.”

“So?” I don’t even attempt to hide my confusion at his odd behavior.

“You lost it last night,” he states quietly. Milo is assessing me like he has figured me out for the first time. “You threw a shit storm. You went off the rail with actual physical attacks.”

Milo grabs one of my arms to pull me closer to him.

“Were you upset last night because you were frustrated aboutthe progress of our relationship?Or were you falling apart because you got that text from Reid?” His shaky voice matches his trembling breathing. “It’s killing me right now to think that he could have this effect on you. You can deny it, but I already know that you gave me up because being with me hurthim. Yet, you were ready to be withhimknowing it would destroyme.”

I don’t respond. Milo’s fingers flex into my arms. He leans in, his voice is muffled.

“Do you love him?” he grits out as if he can’t stomach the words, let alone the thought. “Is that what this is about?”

Milo’s anger is palpable again. This topic is a trigger for him.

I gently push Milo off me and stand to gain distance. Grabbing his jacket off the floor, I wrap it around my naked body and move to the couch’s end.

I pull my knees to my chest, resting my chin on my knees, and stare at the man on the other end.