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Chapter 24

Tobias

M y head feels like it has been smashed in with a baseball bat.

The light of Aria’s lamp burns my eyes, and I roll over onto my front to shield my blurred painful vision.

She rushes to me. “You’re awake. How do you feel? You had a seizure and passed out for hours.”

I groan and bury my head into the pillow.

This wasn’t the fucking plan. I came here to prove myself, not seize on her floor. I could feel it coming, and I wanted to stab myself in the goddamn heart. I didn’t want her to see me so weak.

And now, she has.

“Do you want to see someone?” she asks, and my ears ring from how close she is.

“Light,” I croak. “Turn the light off.”

She hurries to the bedside unit and bathes us in darkness, and I finally lift my head, my body stiff and sore. I haven’t had one of those in years.

I blink up at Aria, my beautiful doctor. “Did I scare you?”

“Of course you did! Is this normal? Should I have called an ambulance? Do you need me to do anything right now?”

I shake my head and sit up, desperate to pull her to me. “I’m fine. It happens from time to time, but I have it under control.”

My eyes trail over her bedroom, gaze landing on one of the hidden cameras I set up the week after she left me in my own bed without a goodbye.

She has no idea I’ve been here. Always here. Always watching. My contact helped me get to Scotland undetected, got me a rented apartment nearby. If I wasn’t here while she was at work, I was watching her outside or checking up on who the fuck Ewan actually is and if I can catch him out in some shady shit.

Much to my fucking annoyance, he seems normal.

Aria touches my face, and my entire body tenses from the abruptness.

“I was worried.”

Starved of her touch and being so close but unable to touch or talk to her, I sink my cheek into her palm, closing my eyes. “Fuck, I missed you.”

When I look at her, her eyes are watering, her chin dimpling. “I don’t know how to do this.”

I don’t reply, because I don’t know what to say. I haven’t exhausted all my options to have her as my own yet, and I’m willing to try harder.

“I know you don’t want to hear this, but Ewan is special to me. His son, Jason, means the world to me. I can’t bring you into that when I don’t even know where my head is.”

It’s settled, then. I’m going to erase Ewan.

“But I’m willing to try,” she adds.

Maybe I won’t kill him.

Instead, I pull Aria on top of me on the bed, holding her thighs against my hips as I lie back. “Prove it,” I demand. “Kiss me.”

She leans down and captures my mouth, her hands on my chest keeping me in place as she takes control of the kiss. She sucks on my bottom lip, my tongue, then swallows the deep groan that rips from my chest as she grinds against my hardening cock.

I need inside her like I’m about to fucking die if I don’t.

She moans as I tear the material of her leggings and her panties before slamming her down on my cock, completely sheathing myself. Fuck, she’s wet, soaking, even, and her cunt strangles my cock, I might have to trap her in this position forever.

I tangle my hand in her hair and tug her head up so she watches me while I thrust into her with quick snaps. Her lips are parted in bursts of panted breaths, her eyes hooded and glazed over, and I think I might watch this later when she thinks I’ve left the country.

This is a violation of privacy. She has no idea I’m recording her being fucked as I rip open her shirt and toss it aside with her bra, sucking a nipple into my mouth while her pussy grips me through her building orgasm.

I need to feel the tightening, the way she pulses around my dick. I need it all. The sound of her moans. The look on her face. Forever, if at all possible.

“Come inside me,” she demands, moaning so fucking loud and trembling above me as her high hits its pinnacle.

I groan on a deep thrust as I come with her, filling her with every drop until I’m fully spent.

She collapses on my chest, both of us exhausted. “It’s so not okay to sleep with someone who just woke up from a seizure,” she says, panting, a thin layer of sweat coating her skin.

I let out a laugh and kiss her forehead. “Probably not.”

I’ve been feeling absent in my head lately, but right now, as my naked doctor falls asleep in my arms, I feel at peace. My mind isn’t being cruel to me, things aren’t dark, and I like myself.

I can do this.