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He didn’t like my touch—couldn’tstandit. The gentle pressure was far too intimate for the manwhore. And with that action, he immediately severed the fragile tether we had barely established.

Echo’s reaction was a stark reminder of the only thing he was good for. The only thing I wanted from him.

“Fuck. Me. Harder,” I said, teeth bared, wanting to rip the fucker apart.

Echo straightened, raised my feet over his shoulders and secured my waist with his hands. With renewed focus, he slammed into me with so much force, I felt like I was splitting in two. His hazel eyes ate me all the way up despite them being filled with animosity.

Perspiration coated our skin, our joint pants making us breathless. Then, Echo blindly reached for the spatula and slid the metal handle through my sensitive pussy lips, bumping against my piercing with intoxicating motion.

My inner walls clenched, choking his cock so tight, I was surprised he could move at all. Echo growled and cussed me out.

“No one has ever made me…Fuck,no one has ever felt?—"

He was transfixed, sole attention geared towards the cool metal that teased my clit and his shaft that continued to disappear inside me. His timing impeccable, his drive irresistible.

I was in sensory overload, near the point of combusting when a gleam of steel caught my eye. The acute reminder reverted me back to the last time he was inside me and the immediate pain that followed.

Shame and rage shoved forth, and on impulse, I flipped the blade from the countertop, offering the handle to Echo. “Go on, finish what you started.”

Hurt flickered over his face before he gripped the knife and stabbed—hard. The impact made a hint of fear flash through my system, causing my pussy to shatter with orgasm as my body was wholly taken over with pleasure and blinding heat.

Distantly, I heard Echo groan while his dick convulsed, warming my insides with his cum.

His weight sagged against me, and our rib cages collided with every jagged breath. We both examined the swaying knife next to my ear, the tip embedded into the countertop.

As the pulsating subsided and Echo retracted, the ache in my chest became reality as blood ran down my sides. My wound had reopened from our rigorous fuckfest.

I sat upright, waiting for Echo to move so I could clean that shit up. When he didn’t budge, I regarded his frozen state.

He stared. Just stood there, hypnotised by the red droplets that spread over my ribs and down my torso.

I cleared my throat, then watched as a stone wall slammed down over his features, his movements detached as he reached to help me down.

With a huff, I pushed him away. “You’ve done enough.”

I walked out, swaying my hips, sensing his eyes following my retreat.

Crack. Crack. Crack.

XXIII

Spencer

Aster had given me access to her penthouse, a private setting for our business meeting with my siblings, the Sovereign.

As I rode the elevator, I caught myself staring at my reflection in the mirrored doors. I appeared the very epitome of a motherfucking girl boss—impenetrable armour to hide what had just transpired with Echo.

Ignoring the hurt between my thighs and the ache in my chest, I’d washed away his scent with a scathing hot shower. And as each sexy piece of fabric was added to my body, each reverent moment we shared was locked away behind a barrier.

Sure, I talked a big game, but something had changed between us.

Echosavedme.

I had been in a frozen chokehold, sitting on that windowsill, my fear of heights completely taken over. I had no doubt that I would have perished in those flames rather than jump out that window.

Echo ran into a burning building forme.Took my fears and protected me, guarded me against the fall, taking the brunt of the impact to ensure my safety.

What other explanation could there be?

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