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But Torin’s evil and he keeps his pace with long, smooth thrusts.

The moans break free, and I start to push back to meet his rhythm, to urge each thrust harder, rougher.

He gives me what I want. I’m so lost in the swirling, growing moment, where pure thrumming pleasure engulfs, and I come so hard in giant pulses that I scream and bite down on the bedding.

But Torin’s not finished. Now he’s unleashed and he pushes me into another, smaller orgasm with his wild ride.

He thrusts in, his cock swelling, and then he spurts into me, his cock twitching as he fills me. Finally, he pulls out, collapses onto the mattress next to me, and carefully, like I’m made of glass, turns me over and kisses me.

“You want the tie off?”

“No.”

I don’t quite know why I say that. If I’m bound, I’m bound to him, to his heat. My eyes are heavy, and I want to stay here a while.

So I bury my head in his shoulder as he pulls me close and I realize that through all of that, from when he tied me up to now, I never once thought of the shootings at the car, of the people Torin must have killed. Or that I don’t even know why it happened.

I didn’t once think about the fact that he’d killed for me.

What have I become?

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Harry’s sleeping,and I can’t be in the bed with her for a second more. If I stay, I’ll only commit more crimes against her because while we’re together, it’s hard to remember just how innocent and corruptible she is.

She likes it. Every last bit of my twisted games. She reacts with the heart of a deviant, a soul of a tamed brat. They never stay tamed for long, though. But I’m not being fair because she was shoved into this situation, and if I stay in that fucking bed, I’ll hold her close in my arms and never let her go.

Thank fuck I don’t have a heart.

I shower, change into jeans and a black sweater, then leave some clothes for her.

Sometimes when it’s too much at home, I come here to work… on renovations forMildredand matters for my family.

I don’t know that much about construction and restoration, which is why the ship got fitted and fixed by professionals. But I am working on a room, staining the wood, studying how to take her out of her mooring.

Early morning lightfilters through the porthole.

One day I plan to take this ship out on the water. Would Harry like?—?

Shit, she’s invading my thoughts often. Too often.

Every time I close my eyes, that perfect ass is there, pink once more from the spanking I gave her while finger fucking her to another orgasm a few hours ago.

I don’t do this type of thing. Don’t lose myself in someone in this kind of way.

Messy, blurred edges, and me left with feelings and emotions I don’t know how to process.

I grab the computer to do a little work when my phone lights up.

I see you booked a car in an hour.

Callahan.

I shoot off a response.

Figure I need to be home after everything that happened last night. Been looking for info.