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I love him. I love him I love him I love him.

It’s right at the tip of my tongue and I struggle to swallow it back. Thankfully, right then, I fly off the ledge, into an abyss of pleasure, shattering into a million fragments on the way down.

I love him I love him I love this man more than I’ve ever loved anyone before.

The thought should be terrifying but it’s not. It feels right. It feels serendipitous. It feels fated.

I’m going to marry this man. If he asks me—whenhe asks me—I’m going to say ‘yes’ and we’re going to have a wedding in the woods and then we’re going to have a bus-full of babies and we’re going to live happily ever after.

Oh my god, Ziggy.

All these back-to-back orgasms are really messing with my head.

Darius’s own orgasm seems to take him by surprise. Heexplodes. I feel the first warm burst of his fluids inside me. He’s frantically yanking his cock from inside me and coating my mound with the rest of his release.

He’s weak as he collapses on the mattress beside me, his chest heaving as the box of toys clatters to the floor. Honestly, I don’t even care. My sole focus is the electricity zapping through every fiber of my body.

“Fuck…” he groans, shifting onto his side and pulling my leg up high around his waist.

He reaches between us and finds my clit, tenderly covering my little nub with his cum. He cranes his neck and leans down to suckle on my nipple at the same time.

“Oh my…oh…” I throw one arm around him, senselessly rocking into his palm. I’m so sensitive, too sensitive. Yet, I want more of him.

Darius doesn’t stop tugging and rubbing my clit until I’m hitting my peak for a second time. I scream so loud that it vibrates the windows and the walls as I ride out my euphoria.

Eventually, the fiery intensity of my orgasm smoothly gives way to a deep sense of serenity as I lay here in Darius’s arms. And I know that this is where I belong. Whether it’s in one of the oversized beds of this sprawling mansion or on the narrow pull-out bed of my bus, my home is in this man’s arms.

Wordlessly, he eases his body out from under mine. He heads into the bathroom and I hear the sound of splashing water a moment after the light blinks on.

Darius returns with a warm cloth, kneeling by the side of the bed as he tenderly cleans me up. With a lazy smile, I brush his damp hair from his face, pressing my lips to his temple. “Thank you.”

“Thankyoufor trusting me with your body,” he saysreverently, his voice low and saturated with emotions. “You know I’ll never hurt you ever again, right?” He drops a delicate kiss against my ribcage.

Something inside my chest seizes up. “Human integrity is such a fragile thing,” I whimper. “Don’t make promises like that, Darius.”

“Nothing’s going to break my commitment to you, Ziggy. Nothing.”

I close my eyes, subtly shaking my head against the pillow. Because I know better.

But the dangerous part is, I believe him anyway.

48

DARIUS

“We’re out of putty,” Archer says with a huff, wiping at his sweaty forehead and getting grime all over his face again.

“Time to make a store run? Me! Me! I can make a store run!” Ronan jumps up to his feet, already breaking out his car keys.

Yes, he’s so desperate to get out of this place that he’d even volunteer to transport construction materials in his precious sportscar.

I don’t blame the guy. It’s one of the last free days Ronan has left before the hockey season officially takes over his life and I’d bet he’d rather be anywhere but here.

In anticipation of our parents returning from Europe, my siblings and I have been going around the house, sweeping dusty floors and fixing leaky taps and repairing cracked walls all morning. At this point, I wouldn’t mind making a prison break myself.

I shoot daggers at Archer. “Remind me again why you won’t let me just bring in my usual construction crew. Like I offered to. A dozen times already.”

He tosses a dusty rag at me. “Stop being a princess. Manual labor is good for your soul. And it won’t hurt to get your pretty hands dirty every now and then.”

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