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I go over to shut the laptop with a soft click, and look back at her moving figure, searching for comfort.

I’m here.

I lower my sweats, the cool air touching my naked skin, a chill runs down my stomach from a seeping breeze. My body’s vibrating, eager as fuck to lay next to her, to suck up all her discomfort and shower her with some warmth. Whatever warmth I can give.

I stroll to the side of the bed, positioning myself to smoothly glide in behind her, careful not to disturb her. I wrap my arms around her curvy waist and gently tug her into me. Unknowingly, she accepts the invitation, her fingers intertwine with mine and a mild sigh escapes her. My thoughts shut out along with the endorphins in my brain mellowing into mush, my tense muscles that were weighing like bricks on my shoulders, instantly ease. I can’t help but apply a gentle kiss right on her jawline where a birthmark lies. I never noticed it until I had my hands wrapped around her throat as she came around my cock.

I close my eyes, my nose falling to her hair, breathing in her scent, the smell sending me further into a deep, peaceful space. My body sinks into hers. I hope she can breathe because I’m not fucking moving, she feels too good.Thisfeels too good. I drift off into oblivion, realizing this is the first night I'mcomfortableand with the only last words I hear in my head.

She’s going to ruin me.

Chapter 13

Anita

Location: Ronan’s privatejet

Operation: Head back home

Heading back to Hollow City has so many conflicting emotions and thoughts spiraling in my mind. For a couple of reasons.

Those kids have limited time before Victor attempts to honor his agreements and kill them.

What will happen after? Of course, my plan is to ruin him, but what if this heart detonator is linked tootherbombs in the world.

What will I do about Ronan?

What the hell is happening to me?

Those last questions have my chest caving in like I couldn’t take in enough air to fill my lungs. Thinking of that man and the things we did...how we treated each other, has my body taking flights to extraordinary but terrifying places.

“So, Cinderella, you want to tell me what’s going on with you and Ro?” Mal's questioning voice shoots through the air in a whisper, causing me to snap my head at her. Her skin is still a bit flushed from the incident last night, but after we checked on her this morning, she was up, as if she was never injured. Fucking robo woman.

I won’t lie to myself and say I didn't feel relief that she didn't succumb to death.

I open my mouth to retort, but she holds her hand up, looking away. Panic engulfs me, and I pull my jacket closer to my shoulder. I’m worried she’s going to snatch it away and reveal all the teeth marks that Ronan bruised into my skin.

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