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Scott climbs onto the bed, kneeling next to me. His fingers trail from my jaw, down the column of my neck, straight down my breastbone to my belly button. He walks his fingers to my hip and circles my new tattoo.

“I didn’t get to appreciate this last night.” He leans over to get a better look. “I look cute on your hip, Bright Eyes. I can’t wait for it to heal so I can kiss it.” He kisses me instead, it’s deep and filled with longing, and when he pulls back, his chest is rising and falling with heavy breaths.

His cock is right there, so close. I scoot down in the bed so I can reach it and sit up to take him in my mouth. After he grips the back of my head and gives a few hard thrusts into my mouth, he turns to Ophelia who is still quietly awaiting permission to devour my soaking wet pussy.

“Go ahead, Ophie. Have your breakfast.”

CHAPTER 58

Scott

OCTOBER

She’s going to be okay.

Realistically, it’s still early days. It’s been eight months, give or take, since those bastards broke something unfixable inside my girlfriend, the light and love of my entire life. And while they don’t get to rule her life anymore, while she doesn’t have nightly nightmares that make the thought of even trying to sleep terrifying for her, they’re still there.

It’s as though a shadow has been cast over her, has stitched itself to her feet and is with her wherever she walks.

Some days, it’s barely noticeable, and some, it seems like all she feels is the darkness. But she’s making progress, and for that, I have no choice but to be grateful.

It’s overwhelming sometimes, consuming, and I find myself almost drowning in the bitter taste of resentment, pain, and anger as I sit with those feelings even all these months later. There’s been no trial date set, yet, but our lawyers are confident those bastards will go away for a long time.

If they don’t, the de la Peñas will make it so they wish they’d never been born. I’m not sure what they thought they were doing, brutally assaulting a member of the most influentialfamily in town, but they’ve made their bed, and now we all get to eat popcorn and watch while they’re forced to lie in it.

My bet is, if they don’t get a heavy sentence, they’ll have to leave the state. There’s no way they find work here after what they’ve done. At a stretch, the de la Peña’s reach could possibly extend so far that they have to seek employment even further away. But we live in hope.

If it were up to me, I’d throw them in a dark cave and let them get eaten alive by rats.

Slender arms slide through the gap in my arm and encapsulate my body, squeezing the sadness out of me. She hasn’t put back on all the weight she lost after the attack, so her arms are still bony, but she’s working her way back to healthy and strong.

She’s training in the gym a couple times a week, and to be honest, she’s gonna be out-benching me at some point. Her focus and determination isn’t something I’d bet against.

“You ready to go… again?”

I thought I was, but when I look down at her, I almost swallow my tongue. She was originally dressed as Princess Peach for this Halloween party, but a combination of a slippery floor and a tray of canapes resulted in the need for a change of costume. After a quick trip to the store, we both landed ourselves with new get-ups. I can’t not match my girl on one of my favorite holidays of the year, right?

I blink, trying to encourage the blood to flow anywhere in my body but to my hardening cock. Jesus Christ, she’s gorgeous.

She’s dressed as Captain Hook for the de la Peña’s Halloween party. There’s no part of her body that isn’t covered but… who knew Captain Hook could be so fucking hot?

Is it the over-the-knee leather boots? The thick, bronze shiny pantyhose? The way her wavy black hair has been replaced by an oversized black, curly haired wig? Or the enormous brown andgold pirate hat with a giant collection of feathers sprouting out of the side of it in various shades of golds and browns?

Maybe I just have a pirate kink. Is that a thing?

Fucking hell.

Those pouty red lips curve into a smile. “What?”

“I officially have a pirate kink.” I whistle through my teeth. “This is the best pirate costume I’ve ever seen. It’s so ornate.”

She winces. “It’s fucking heavy. I should have gone as Tinkerbell instead, but.” She flicks the wings attached to my back. “Someone already had the costume.”

I thumb over my shoulder. “I’ve had this costume since November first last year, lady. You gotta get up really early if you want to… I dunno, something about…”

“The early bird catches the fairy costume?” she supplies, her dry wit and sarcasm making my heart flutter.

I point at her. “That’s exactly it.”

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