Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 130048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
I kept riding her until the whiplashing tension faded from her bones.
Slowly, wave after wave, she flopped back down and shook her head beneath my gag, almost as if she couldn’t believe she’d come.
That was my cue to get the fuck off her.
To stop my rock and complete my breaking-and-entering plan, but that was before her gaze locked on mine again, and the entire world fell away.
We weren’t in a castle.
We weren’t in the heart of hell.
For one blissful second, we were nowhere and nothing, and I couldn’t stop myself from pressing my mouth against the back of my hand over her lips, holding her stare, and releasing the ironclad control I had over my desire.
My hips shot forward.
I pressed myself against her hot wet pussy.
I begged to slip inside.
And I grunted as the first ripple of cum splashed into my boxers.
I gasped as deeper, faster clenches stole my sanity as I emptied myself for the fourth time. I’d never come so much in one day before. Never met someone who had the power to break me just by existing.
Somehow, in an unknown country in a fortress surrounded by enemies, I found the one thing I’d been searching for.
Contact.
Connection.
Her.
Chapter Twenty-Four
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Ily
ONE MOMENT, HENRI’S ENTIRE BODY smothered me. The next, he was across the room and slamming the door to the bathroom.
I winced at the bang.
I hugged myself as the tap turned on and water splashed in the sink.
Had he been so disgusted he’d had to wash off my orgasm the very second I’d finished?
Despair blanketed me.
Tears that I really didn’t want to cry stung my eyes. Until I’d been dumped in this horrible place, I never used to cry.
But now, I couldn’t stop.
Wedging my face in my hands, I willed myself to get a grip.
He’d given me a release.
That was all.
He’d been selfless and kind, and it’d felt so unbelievably good.
One of the best of my life and all from a simple grind.
I’d tried to fight it.
I’d told myself I couldn’t come because that would be the worse treason imaginable, but…an orgasm had crashed over me anyway. Delivered without fingers or tongue, a quick impersonal rubbing and it’d broken me in ways I hadn’t expected.
Don’t think about it.
Swiping at my stupid tears, I held my chin high.
Henri was right.
Whatever just happened meant nothing because we were nothing. Tomorrow, once his squadron came, we would go our separate ways. I would never tell anyone what happened in this room, and he would never have to tell his boss that our fragile alliance had strayed over yet another blurry line.
No one has to know.
Not even Peter.
I gritted my teeth and threw myself off the bed.
Definitely not Peter.
If I had to see the other jewels before Henri’s team arrived to save them, then I would take our little bump and grind to the grave. Not because shame coated me, but because Peter would call me stupid and scold me all over again.
The water cut off in the bathroom.
I hurriedly made sure all my tears were gone.
I had a horrible premonition of Henri slipping into Victor’s office to turn off the scrambler, only to be spied, caught, and killed.
Panic settled like an iceberg in my stomach.
What if he left and never came back?
What if he tried and failed?
My heart pitter-pattered. I hated that I couldn’t tell if it was genuine concern over my wellbeing or his. If he died, I would suffer greatly at the hands of other men.
If he dies, I-I’ll never see him again.
Was that a selfish thought or something else?
Something that came with far too much baggage and feeling?
There’s only one logical thing to do.
He wanted me to go back to sleep and stay here.
He’d freed me from lust, so I could rest but…unfortunately for him, it’d done the opposite.
I was clearheaded, focused, and ready for war.
Frowning in the centre of his room, watched by a butchered unicorn and a wardrobe hulking in the corner, I made the choice.
The only choice.
I’m going with him.
Two is always better than one.
My breath hitched.
But if we get caught…
My heart stopped.
They’ll kill us both.
It didn’t matter I believed in reincarnation and karma. It didn’t matter that I’d touched parts of my immortality when deep, deep in a meditation. I trusted that this life was nothing more than temporary, illusionary, and as unsubstantial as a dream.
But…just because I believed we were more than this, didn’t mean I was ready to wake up yet. I wanted to stay. To see Krish again. To grow old. Learn life lessons. Be a good sister, daughter, and one day wife.
I don’t want to die.
Balling my hands, I gritted my teeth.
But…isn’t a clean death better than being tortured slowly?
Five years, Peter had endured.
Five years of this purgatory.
Kirk and Corine, Dane and Toby…they were forgotten by everyone but not by me.
I moved before fear could find me.