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He scissored his fingers around my clit, stroking back and forth. A guttural moan erupted from deep in my throat, and I ground my pelvis against his hand.

“Please, I need to come.”

“Are you begging?”

I ignored the question and said, “Make me come. I am dying.”

“Then tell me if this is only about using each other.”

“Why?” I thrashed, the burning in my body overwhelming.

The arousal and throbbing pushed at every part of me. My nipples begged for attention, and my clit hated the teasing of Eli’s fingers.

“Because I want you to admit what I already know.”

I clenched my eyes tight.

“I won’t give you that power over me,” I admitted as a sinking feeling settled in the pit of my stomach, as the madness of the desperate need to come prickled my skin.

He pulled out, turned me, and then positioned me on the edge of the table before thrusting back into me.

He gripped my jaw and brought his face to mine until we were nose to nose. “I already have it.”

“It isn’t fair. You get everything and leave me with nothing.”

I regretted my words immediately. Revealing my vulnerability gave Eli more power.

“How so? It’s a balanced scale.”

A lump formed in my throat as I stared into his eyes. Without realizing I had moved, I held his face in my hands.

“We can never trust each other.”

He shook his head. “No, we can’t.”

In the next second, we sealed our bodies together. The fucking was brutal, untamed, and a complete claiming.

Fourteen

Avra

A week after moving into my house with Eli, I met with my sisters for lunch. It was the perfect opportunity to catch up and converse without worrying about anyone overhearing. There were so many people about when Laya and Cali had visited on move-in day that it had kept the girls from asking the invasive questions they would have bombarded me with if we’d been alone.

Additionally, stepping out of the house enabled Eli to gather with his lieutenants without worrying about a listening device being planted by Ozias in any of the rooms at Ozias’s properties.

I smiled at the security team sitting at various tables inthe room. I’d convinced them that blending into the environment made them better protection than standing over my shoulder or against a wall looking scary. Some of them, no matter how hard they tried, couldn’t disguise the fact they were personal security. It was the way they held themselves and the “don’t fuck with me” vibe they gave off, even in their streetwear. At least they weren’t in suits all the time. I counted that as a win—baby steps.

Laya and Cali spotted me the second they entered the restaurant and came directly to me, not caring that the host expected to escort them to my table. The harried look on his face had me smirking.

Nothing stopped my sisters when they were on a mission.

Cali and Laya took their seats and barely lasted a second before one spoke.

“Don’t keep me waiting. I need all the details,” Laya said as she picked up her water, drinking down half of it. “I want to know the truth about married life.”

“From what I saw at the house, youlookedlike it’s suiting you very well,” Cali hummed with a sparkle in her green eyes. “I’d say the word for it is—satisfied.”

“The correct statement is happily fucked.” Laya laughed. “Our men gossip as much as any group of old women in a sewing circle.”

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