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MAGGIE

M y hands tremble as I finish wrapping the last of the bandages around Trey’s knuckles, the evidence of his violent encounter with Chris still fresh and raw. The room is thick with tension, the air heavy and charged as we sit on the couch in my living room. Trey’s confessions hang between us like a dark cloud.

“Done,” I announce, securing the last piece of tape and looking up into his intense blue eyes. I’m conflicted. This man, who I’ve loved since childhood, has just revealed something that should be impossible for me to accept.

“Thank you, Mouse,” he tells me.

As I pack up the first aid kit, my mind races with a thousand thoughts and questions. It’s true that I suspected there was more to his life than what he let on, but this? I never could have imagined it in my wildest dreams.

I want to be appalled, disgusted even, knowing that he kills people for a living. Then again, he mentioned having boundaries—only going after those who truly deserve it. Does that make it any better? Should I be able to overlook this because of his moral code?

And what about me? What does it say about my character if I can rationalize and accept his actions? Am I a bad person, or worse, an accomplice if I don’t report him?

I shake my head, making a mental note to stay as far removed from the details of his work as possible. That way, I can’t be connected to it.

“Mouse,” Trey whispers, leaning closer. “Talk to me. Please.”

I set the kit on the coffee table. My gaze locks with his, and all I see is the boy I’ve loved since I was five years old staring back at me. His past actions might have created a chasm between us, but the love has always remained. And now, with everything laid bare before us, I have to decide if that love is worth the risk.

In this moment, I choose to believe in him, in us. Love may not erase the past or change the future, but it’s a start. And maybe, just maybe, it’ll be enough.

I choose to show Trey how I feel instead of saying anything.

Leaning forward, I press my lips against his, the kiss slow and tentative at first. As my thoughts blur, I feel the heat building between us. It doesn’t take long for Trey to take control, his dominant personality coming through as he deepens the kiss.

I submit to him willingly. The passion between us is undeniable. It’s what we’ve both been missing all these years. My heart pounds and his hands are everywhere, leaving a burning heat over every inch he touches. He breaks away and rests his forehead against mine. Our breaths mingle in the small space between us, heavy and labored as we try to regain control.

“You’re mine, Mouse,” he says possessively. “I won’t live without you anymore.”

“I’m all yours. Show me who I belong to.”

In one swift motion, Trey scoops me up into his arms, carrying me bridal-style to the bedroom. My blood rushes in my ears, a mixture of excitement and anticipation flooding through me. As he lays me down on the bed, he leans forward, his eyes filled with a raw hunger that I’ve never seen before. He runs his fingers through my hair, then trails them down my neck, dragging the tips over my peaked nipples.

“Is this what you want, Mouse?” he asks. “Do you want me to claim you as mine?”

“Yes,” I breathe out, my body aching for his touch. “Please.”

Trey smirks, a wicked glint in his eyes. “You beg so pretty for me.”

He takes his time, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses across every curve and dip of my voluptuous body. Then he steps back to admire the view, his gaze dark and appreciative. “You’re even more beautiful than the last time, baby,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

As he lowers himself between my legs, I feel vulnerable but also incredibly turned on. He doesn’t hesitate for a second, diving straight in and using his tongue to bring me pleasure like I’ve never experienced before. It’s indescribable, and I can’t help but moan, my fingers gripping the sheets beneath me.

“Tell me how much you want this, Mouse,” he commands, pausing his movements to look at me. “Tell me how much you need me inside you.”

“Please, Trey. I need you so badly.”

“Good girl,” he says approvingly, before returning his attention to the task at hand.

He continues to fuck me with his fingers and tongue, and no matter how wrong his actions toward others may be, the way he is with me feels nothing but right.

The fire in his eyes makes me quiver with an unspoken promise of the passion that’s about to consume us both. I feel the tension in every muscle of his body as he holds me down, exploring every part of me.

“Fuck, Mouse,” he growls low in his throat as he teases my clit. “You taste incredible, baby.”

His words send a rush of heat straight to my core, and I can’t stop the moan that escapes my lips. “Trey, please... I need more.”

“More? I’ll give you everything you need, baby girl.”

As he continues to lavish attention on my throbbing clit, his fingers slip inside me, stretching and filling me in ways I’ve only ever dreamed of. It’s almost too much, and I feel my orgasm building, threatening to tear me apart from the inside out.

“Come for me, Maggie,” Trey commands. “Let go and let me see you lose control.”

That’s all it takes. With a strangled cry, I come apart beneath him. But he doesn’t give me a moment to catch my breath. And before I know it, he’s shifting us both and positioning himself between my legs.

“Look at me,” he grits out, his blue eyes blazing with intensity. “I want to see your face when I’m buried deep inside you.”

I can’t focus on anything except the feel of him pressing against me, but I manage to lock eyes with him as he slowly eases forward. The stretch is delicious, almost painful, and I whimper at the fullness.

“God, you’re so tight,” he groans, his restraint hanging on by a thread. “Feels like I’m gonna lose my mind in this sweet pussy.”

“Please. I want it all.”

Then, with a guttural growl, he slams into me, setting a punishing pace that has me clinging to him for dear life. Every thrust sends sparks of pleasure shooting through me, and I know it won’t be long before I’m lost to the sensations once more.

“Come for me again, Maggie. Show me just how good I make you feel.” He drives into me with relentless force, and I happily obey.

The heat between us intensifies, each flick of his hips forcing me closer to the edge. My nails dig into his muscular shoulders, leaving crescents in their wake as I desperately grasp for something to anchor myself.

“Fuck, this feels good,” Trey growls. “I’ve never felt anything like this before.”

“Me… either…” I gasp, unable to form a more coherent response. Every fiber of my being is focused on the joining of our bodies and the intoxicating rhythm he sets.

“Squeeze my cock, baby. I wanna feel you shatter around me.”

His words send me spiraling over the brink, my second orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. My vision blurs as euphoria racks my body, the force of it stealing my breath and rendering me speechless. No one has ever made me feel like this before, and deep down, I know that no one else ever will. Trey is it for me—the only man who can reach inside and touch the very core of my soul.

As I tremble with aftershocks, he slows his movements, giving me a moment to catch my breath. When his gaze meets mine once more, I can see the fire still burning within him. He’s far from finished.

“Ready for more?”

I nod, knowing that I’d follow him to the ends of the earth if that’s what he asked of me.

Trey shifts us again, dragging me to the edge of the bed and flipping me onto my stomach. He positions my feet on the floor, spreading them apart so he can fit between them. The cool air against my overheated skin is a sharp contrast to the warmth radiating from his body as he lines himself up and slams back into me with a raw, primal force.

“God, Trey!” I cry out, the sudden intensity of our new position sending shockwaves through me.

“Fuck, this pussy,” he grits out between clenched teeth. “I can’t get enough of it.”

As we lose ourselves in each other once more, I know that this is where I belong—in the arms of the man who has always held my heart.

“Tell me how good I make you feel, Mouse,” he growls into my ear.

“So good…” I manage to gasp out between moans. “Never felt like this.”

“You’re mine, Maggie. Say it.”

“I-I’m yours,” I stutter, my voice barely above a whisper as bliss threatens to consume me.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Trey groans, his fingers digging into my flesh as he drives himself deeper into me, pushing us closer and closer to the edge.

Ecstasy crashes over me, and I cry out as my orgasm hits, my body convulsing with the sheer force of it.

“Fuck, Maggie!” Trey roars as he follows me over the edge, releasing his hot cum deep inside me. I can feel every twitch of his dick as it fills me, cementing the bond we’ve forged tonight.

When we’re both spent, I collapse limply onto the bed. And Trey squats down behind me, his blue eyes dark with lust as he spreads my ass cheeks and gazes at the evidence of our coupling.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, a sexy smirk playing on his full lips. “So pretty with my cum dripping out of you.”

Before I can respond, he leans forward and laps at my swollen pussy. The sensation is almost overwhelming, and I can’t help but whimper at the unexpected intimacy of the act. He flips me onto my back, hovering over me with that same sly smirk, and kisses me deeply, transferring our combined releases into my mouth.

I’ve never imagined doing anything like this before, but somehow, he makes it feel natural and sexy. I fervently kiss him back, accepting the gift he’s given me and swallowing it without hesitation. This moment, right here, encapsulates the depth of our connection—unfiltered, raw, and breathtakingly real.

“Can’t believe you just did that,” I whisper, still reeling from the intensity of our shared experience.

Trey’s smirk remains, and he leans in close. “Can’t believe my good little girl liked it,” he teases with a devilish glint in his eyes. “And there’s so much more we’re gonna do.”

My cheeks flush at the thought, but before I can say anything else, Trey tells me to get comfortable in the bed and that he’ll be right back. I’m too worn out to question him, and I let my body sink into the soft mattress.

When Trey returns, my heart melts as he spreads my legs and gently cleans me up with a warm, wet cloth. He’s tender and caring, making me feel beautiful, sexy, and cherished all at once.

“Thank you,” I murmur, unable to find the words to express my gratitude.

“I’d do anything for you,” he replies, tossing the cloth into the bathroom before climbing back into bed with me. Trey tugs me into his side, wrapping his strong arms around me as we cuddle. His warmth envelops me, and I’ve never felt safer or more loved. He looks deep into my eyes, and his voice is low and sincere when he says, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Trey,” I reply without hesitation, feeling the truth of those words down to my very soul.

“You’ll always be mine, Mouse,” he whispers, nuzzling my neck. “For the rest of my life.”

As I nestle into the crook of his arm, I realize that if being with Trey is my reward for all the years of heartache and tears, then every single minute was worth it. And as we drift off to sleep, entwined in each other’s arms, I know that I’ve finally found the happiness I’ve been searching for.