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I look up at him, meeting his gaze. "I want to."

As I peel the fabric away from his skin, I can see the tension slowly leaving his body. I run the water, letting it warm up as I finish undressing him.

"You're not disgusted?" Maar asks, sounding genuinely confused.

I dip a washcloth in the warm water, wringing it out before gently pressing it to his chest. "I'm not saying I approve," I say carefully. "But I understand. And... I'm tired of being angry, Maar. Tired of pretending I don't still care about you."

He stays silent as I clean the blood away, revealing the familiar planes of his body underneath. When I'm done, I look up at him, really seeing him for the first time in months.

"What now?" he asks, his voice barely audible over the running water.

"Alyssa," Maar breathes, his voice a low rumble that resonates through me. His eyes search mine, reflecting a storm of emotions I can't begin to untangle. I step closer, feeling theheat radiating from his bare skin, the raw power contained within his muscular frame.

I raise a hand, resting it against his chest. His heart beats strong and steady beneath my palm, a stark contrast to the turmoil I know is churning inside him. "Maar," I whisper, my voice catching in my throat. "I need you to know... I still care about you. More than I should, given everything that's happened."

His breath hitches, eyes widening slightly. Before he can respond, I slide my hand lower, feeling the muscles in his abdomen tense at my touch. I trace the outline of his cock through the fabric of his pants, watching as his pupils dilate with desire.

"I need you," I continue, my voice steadier now. "Here. Now. No more running. No more hiding. Just you and me."

Maar's response is a deep, guttural growl that sends shivers down my spine. His hands find my hips, pulling me flush against him. I can feel his cock, hard and insistent, pressing against my stomach.

I unfasten his pants, letting them fall to the floor. His cock springs free, thick and veined, pulsing with raw need. I wrap my fingers around it, stroking slowly, teasingly. His breath quickens, a low moan escaping his lips as I increase my pace.

"Enough," he grunts, his voice barely recognizable. He grips my wrist, stilling my movements. "I need to be inside you."

I release him, stepping back with a coy smile. I turn around, presenting him with my backside. Glancing over my shoulder, I catch his eye as I reach down, hiking up my skirt to reveal the slick heat between my legs. "Then take me, Maar," I say, my voice thick with desire. "Fuck me hard."

He needs no further invitation. With a swift, powerful motion, he closes the distance between us, his hands grippingmy hips tightly. I feel the blunt head of his cock probing at my entrance, eliciting a shuddering gasp from my lips.

And then, with one powerful thrust, he's inside me. I cry out, the sheer intensity of it nearly taking my breath away. He doesn't give me time to adjust, setting a punishing rhythm that leaves me gasping for air.

Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through me, igniting every nerve ending in my body. My fingers grip the edge of the countertop, knuckles turning white as I struggle to maintain my balance.

"Maar," I gasp, my voice barely more than a whimper. "Harder. Please."

He obliges, his movements becoming more frenzied, more desperate. I can feel the tension building inside me, a coiling spring threatening to break free at any moment.

"Cum for me, Alyssa," Maar growls, his voice a possessive rumble in my ear. "Let me feel you."

His words are all it takes to push me over the edge. With a cry that echoes off the walls, I succumb to the waves of pleasure crashing over me. My inner walls tighten around him, triggering his own release. He buries himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing inside me as he fills me with his seed.

For a long moment, we stay there, joined together, neither of us willing to break the spell. Eventually, Maar pulls out, and I straighten, turning to face him.

"That was... intense," I murmur, my body still trembling from the aftershocks.

We stand there in the quiet aftermath, holding onto each other as if our lives depend on it. Because, in a way, they do. Our love is a complicated, dangerous thing, but in this moment, none of that matters. All that matters is us. Together.

CHAPTER 25

MAAR

"Igotta say, Maar," Laar says as he takes another sip of his drink on the casino floor. "I've never seen you so happy as you have been this last month."

It's been one month since I killed the Odex and somehow won over Alyssa again.

Life has been the closest to paradise as it could ever be.

Alyssa and I are in love. Her job as a dancer is behind her. I am the titular head of security for Nova Casino, but it's more a ceremonial role at this point.

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