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He presses his fingers in and pulls them out, harder and faster. With each thrust in, he curls them. I’m lost as he turns the intensity up, his hot mouth is wrapped around my clit, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. The warm water of the shower cascades over me.

He pulls me closer, and I find myself grinding my cunt against him. I can’t stop, I couldn’t if I wanted to. I chase the promised orgasm, riding this gorgeous golden god’s face.

The water pours, but the warm shower has turned molten. I whimper and cry out.

“Oh, please, oh, Kelly!” I scream, my head tilted back as I shatter. He holds onto me, keeping me upright, continuing to press those thick fingers into me, gently lapping at my clit, until I’m shuddering and oversensitive.

He pulls away, and I stagger back against the wall, staring at him.

He gets up, towering over me.

“We don’t know each other well yet, Aspyn, but I’d give up my entire world for you just so I can see you smile.”

With that, he turns and walks out of the shower, leaving me trembling, weak-kneed, and wondering how on Earth I’m going to resist him.

Or any of them.

Or if I even want to.

Chapter twenty-five

Keagan

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I inhale the smoke and pick up the empty bottle of whiskey and hurl it at the wall.

“Talk!”

The man hangs his head, blood drips to the floor, but he’s ready to talk. His fear is a noxious, sour scent in the air that masks everything else.

“I took her to the beach, and I held her down. She tried to fight me, but she couldn’t. I was so much bigger than her, so much stronger. I remember the way she screamed when I broke her…”

I’mthoroughwhenIbury the body. We’ve taken all precautions. There are no teeth or fingers, tattoos or anything else that can identify him, and we’ve brought him to the deepest, darkest part of our jungle home and buried him in the most wild place.

No one will look for him. His boat he rented will be found empty, floating off the north shore of the island. His personal items have been thrown into the ocean.

As far as anyone knows, he got up one day, went fishing, and simply fell over the side of his boat and vanished into the blue depths.

I finish putting the leaf litter over the burial site, restoring it to its previous splendor.

“This is the first time we’ve done this in a while. Are we okay?” Shale asks.

I snort. “I’m good.”

Beau laughs. “We didn’t do anything wrong. The courts found him innocent. We know he’s not. We did the world a solid.”

Shale smiles widely. “Cool, drinks are on me.”

I laugh as we head back into town.

They keep their eyes down when we pass; they call us demons under their breath.

They are so very afraid of us. They should be.

And yet, we protect them, and for that, we are respected.

Our bank account is heavy, our house is built, we have anything we could possibly want or need.

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