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The pool is created to keep a uniform depth, much like an Olympic-sized swimming pool. Therefore, the entire pool is over six feet deep. Her fear is valid because her feet can’t touch the bottom at all.

There’s terror in her eyes, but she does as I say and her legs begin to churn to keep herself afloat. I watch her the entire time, ready to jump in the second she looks like she may go under. I’m also monitoring for exhaustion, though I don’t have her tread water for long.

My intent is to get her blood pumping, and wake her up. The alarm goes off in my pocket, reminding me of the bombs I need to detonate. Pulling out my phone, I smirk.

“Don’t stop, Rachelle,” I murmur. “I need to blow up an asylum.”

While it’s an antiquated term, it still fits.

“What?” she asks, wide eyed.

“I already warned them I was going to,” I say, hushing her as I text the agent we’ve been working with to see if they’re all out.

Agent Tavers:

Green light.

I love a man of few words.

“Boom is one of my favorite words,” I grunt, entering the code into a box that’ll trip the chargers. We wanted to make sure it wouldn’t accidentally go off if one of us sat on our phones.

That would be pretty unfortunate.

“That’s it?” Rachelle asks as I put my phone down, away from the water.

“Elijah put charges in all the major areas of the hospital on his last day,” I explain. “We planned for this. The FBI is making arrests, working through the patients to ensure they get proper care. No one will go through the nightmare that is the Oxnard Facility for Mental Health.”

She appears overwhelmed as I gaze at her. At least now she’s less worried about the water. I need her to keep going while she’s distracted.

“How are your push ups, kitten?” I ask her, surprising myself with the nickname. I have had her claw marks enough times on my skin that she’s earned it, I suppose.

“They’re shit,” she gasps, already out of breath. Fuck.

“Well, I suppose we should change that, huh?” I ask, standing as I pull off my shirt and kicking off my shoes. I’m wearing a pair of shorts, I suppose they’ll do. “Let’s do them together. Try to keep up.”

Stepping onto the ledge I drop into the pool, my head going under for a second before I settle next to her, shaking my hair out as she turns away from the water.

“If I’m a kitten, you’re a wet dog,” she complains as I bare my teeth at her.

“Woof,” I tease her, enjoying the way she looks at me. It’s as if she can’t figure me out. I completely understand that, since this is new for me too. It’s a more playful side I don’t get to indulge in. It’s as if my childhood sucked that away and left a very different person behind.

One that’s analytical and uncaring. That’s the only version of me that she’s really seen, so this can’t feel real to her. However, this is the version I want to be for her. I want to stick around.

“Come on, now. Don’t slack off now,” I say.

“And there’s Coach Ken,” she mutters as I grin.

I get a good forty minutes out of her before she really begins to flag. The pool is definitely where we’ll be doing this for a while to build up her stamina and muscles, but we’re done for today.

Sometimes, pivoting isn’t a terrible option.

“You did so good,” I praise, pulling her out of the water. Her eyes are surprised, her hair soaked as I wrap the towel around her and begin to dry her off as if she’s my own private doll.

In another time, that’s how I’d treat her. My personal fuck toy. I no longer feel that way, and I even dry her feet before standing again. I don’t really know what she is to me at the moment, just that I want all of her.

I have private thoughts I don’t deserve to know, but it gives me an insight I need to struggle to remember when I interact with her.

“Did the warm water help?” I ask. She didn’t fall asleep in the temperature controlled pool, and I think it’s only because she was moving her body so much.

“Yes. What is this, Theo?” she asks warily, her gorgeous blue-green eyes on me as I tug on her short hair affectionately.

She hasn’t been well enough to go out to get it fixed, but I think Liliana has been watching videos to see if she can cut it in layers in the front.

I understand why Rachelle is wary, I simply don’t know how to put her at ease except by making her more uncomfortable by showing her a different side of me.

“I have no idea what you mean,” I murmur, brushing a kiss along her lips. Her small gasp of surprise is fucking catnip for me. I want all of her sounds, even if it’s her yelling at me.

I don’t fucking care. This is where the obsessive part of me is dangerous. It twists and turns what I feel until it’s dark and consuming.

My hand grabs her ass, pulling her against me as my other hand tangles in her hair.

There are entirely too many windows in my house.

Hauling her higher against me until her legs wrap around my waist, I move to the side of the house, using the wall to push her against. There. No more fucking windows.

Rachelle pulls away from me, and I relish the sting of her slap across my face even before it comes. Fuck, that feels good.

“Hit me, mark me up, Kitten,” I growl, my lips on her again. I can tell she doesn’t want to be doing this, but her rolling hips as they beg for friction say differently. “Is everyone else treating you like you’re glass? I won’t.”

“I know you won’t,” she huffs, biting my lip hard as I grunt in pain. There’s blood on both our lips as I pull away, and I can feel the way a drop rolls to my chin.

“Good,” I mutter, kissing her until she’s writhing, her fingers pulling on my hair as she moans. It’s fucking filthy and perfect, just like she is. So many broken pieces, but I’ve learned my lessons well. “I’ll take your frustration, hate, and remind you that you’re alive.”

Tears glisten in her eyes for a second and I freeze, wondering if I’m pushing too hard or if I triggered her before the emotion changes to something I don’t understand.

“I’m tired of being treated like I’ll break,” she finally says.

“Good. The girl in the pool could have quit multiple times, but you didn’t,” I remind her. “You’re afraid of water.”

“Yeah,” she sighs, making a lewd noise as I kiss and suck down her throat.

“We did that,” I say, grabbing the bottom of her bra and shoving it up until her breasts are free. The material is wet, and it makes a sucking noise as it releases.

All I can think of now is sinking my cock into her wet cunt so I can feel the way that feels. Dammit, everything about this will remind me of fucking her now.

Hiking her up higher, my mouth feasts on her breasts. This will be my penance for some of the awful things we’ve done to her. However, I won’t apologize for how closely it’s bound us. Our lives will also always be intertwined.

“Theo, fuck, more,” she mewls. Her nipples are tight from the cold, her responsiveness inviting me to bite and suck harder. Every noise she gives me provides a roadmap to what she likes.

When she lets go, it’s fucking beautiful. The way we’ve treated her creates a very healthy barrier I want to tear down. I don’t want to be the wolf who fucks her up anymore. I want to be the wolf who protects her from everyone else.

It’s a big shift for me, one that makes me feel fucking lightheaded.

“You’re shaking,” she says, panting through the sting of pain and pleasure I’m wracking through her body.

“Yes,” I groan. “I would very happily suck on your tits forever, but also want to eat your pussy and fuck it. I’m struggling to decide how much you’ll allow.”

“You’re saying I’ve had control this entire time?” she asks, giggling.

Dropping to my knees, I move her legs to drape over my shoulders.

“I’m riding the edge of my sanity here, Rachelle, but I’m not an idiot. There’s a minefield of things in your brain you don’t tell people. You don’t even need to tell me, but what we’re not going to do is lie to each other,” I grumble, grabbing her boy shorts and pulling the material aside.

My nose buries itself in her pussy, simply breathing her in as I rub over it.

“Fuck. That’s usually a really hard limit for me,” she says, her hips jerking up as my nose hits her clit.

“Give me the green light to eat your pussy,” I mumble.

“This is the oddest hate sex I’ve ever seen,” Ignacio says, appearing behind me. “Lili sent me out to make sure you didn’t kill each other.”

While Rachelle turns bright red, I choose to suck hard on her clit, pulling a strangled scream from her lips.

“He’s always given good head, I bet he eats pussy like a fucking dream,” Nacio croons to Rachelle, tipping her head back to kiss her. “Are you going to be a good girl and come all over his face?”

“Ah. It feels so good,” she whimpers, making my lips curl into a wicked smile as I devour her until she’s so wet, her pussy is making sounds that should be illegal. Her thighs are shaking and I want to push her over the edge badly.

Ignacio kisses and tugs her nipples, noticing she’s close.

“Tell him what you need,” he croons. “Theo can be taught.”

“I’m going to die if you don’t cream all over my face,” I groan. My voice sounds ragged and desperate, but I fucking need it more than my next breath. “Give me your words, Kitten.”

“It’s because she has claws, isn’t it?” Ignacio muses, not needing a reply as I continue to torture both Rachelle and myself with her sweet pussy.

“I like it when…” Rachelle whimpers again, and I realize words are almost beyond her.

Testing the waters so to speak, I spear my tongue inside her entrance. I know I’m not going to be able to hit her g-spot, but I want to know if she enjoys it.

“Yes,” she whines, making me chuckle.

“Fucking beautiful,” I murmur, pushing two fingers inside her to finger fuck her cunt. There are eyes on me as I flick my tongue along her clit, and I realize the heated stare is Ignacio’s. His cock is hard and thick underneath his sweatpants, and I can see a wet spot.

The smug son of a bitch is going commando underneath them.