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Still partially in shock, I shake my head. “I’m not going anywhere, Chester.” Spinning in his arms, I take a step backuntil I am pressed against the cool tiles. Chester looks down at me through hooded eyes.

“Though I hear the words coming out of your mouth, in here...” he says, beating his fist against his heart. “In here feels like it’s cracking, and you won’t fucking be there to hold it together.”

“I’ll cut a hole in your chest and hold your heart together, if that’s what it will take.”

“Jolie, I’m a monster. My love has no boundaries.”

Fuck, dropping the damn L word.I might not be able to say it back, but the conviction in his voice tells me he means every word. I bring my hand to his face, cupping his cheek, and he nuzzles into it.

“Then you’ll be my monster and we’ll figure it out together. Surely there’s a bigger reason why we are the way we are,” I murmur, rubbing my thumb across his sharp cheekbone. “But make no mistake, Chester, you are mine. No one can take you away from me.”

A primal noise tears from his throat as his hands slide to either side of my face, pulling me to him and up on my tiptoes. “Mine,” he growls against my lips as water cascades over us both.

Chester’s lips crash to mine, our kiss raw and brutal, and his force bruises my lips as his tongue tangles with mine. His right hand leaves my face as he takes a handful of my ass and lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist. He doesn’t ask permission, thrusting deep inside me and claiming me as his, just like I did to him a few seconds ago.

Chester needs actions, not words. I was given a warning that once he took me, there was no going back, and I don’t care. I don’t want to go back—he’s mine as much as I’m his.

The thrusts are punishing, and the fingers digging into my ass will leave Chester-shaped bruises behind. I match his momentum to prove that I’m all in. His demons don’t scare me;this is what we were made for—each other. I might have nine other men downstairs that I am also matched to—and I have no idea how I plan to deal with that—but right here in this moment, it’s just us claiming each other. Chester’s body moulds to mine, water dripping down his face as an orgasm has my pussy clenching around his hard, pulsating cock. A growl rips through his lips, and his body stills as he finds his release with me. Resting his forehead against mine, he pants from the exertion.

“Thank you,” he whispers.

“For what?”

“For taming my monster.”

“Thank god for that,” Creed says, and we both turn to see him leaning against the door frame. God only knows how long he’s been standing there. “I was running out of skin.”

Chester smiles, and I laugh as he helps me down. He cups my pussy and runs a finger through my slit until he slides two fingers inside me, then pulls them out and sucks them into his mouth. He moans around his fingers before he repeats the action and brings them to my lips. I open for him, and he slides them against my tongue, the bitter taste invading my mouth. “That’s what we taste like together, and I’m never going to get enough.”

Creed groans from the door. “I’m going to go beat one out. I’ll meet you downstairs.” With that parting statement, he turns on his heel and disappears.

I don’t know if he’s serious or not, but I turn the water off as Chester gets out and wraps a towel around his waist before holding one out to me. He motions for me to turn around, and he dries my hair, then works his way around my body. There is something intimate about having someone dry you, and my heart skips a beat at his rare display of tenderness. Once he’s ensured I’m fully done, he slaps my ass, making me giggle. I throw on my black leggings and one of Boston’s hoodies. Hepicks up his discarded clothes from the floor and follows me back into my room, then gets himself dressed. Once we’re both ready, we head back downstairs and find everyone is already waiting in the kitchen, even Creed.

My gaze snags on Boston where he leans against the kitchen island with a brow raised at my attire. I smirk at him, daring him to say something. He shakes his head, a small smile tilting his lips, but he wisely keeps his mouth shut.

I guess this is it. Time for them to lay their cards—and their lies—on the table.

My stomach churns as I look around the room at the ten guys who are meant to be mine. I’m a mess of emotions: happy they’re back, pissed they lied to me again, and uneasy about what this means going forward. No one should have to deal with this amount of bullshit in such a short period of time. At this rate, I’m going to be clinically insane by the time I’m twenty.

Chapter Fifteen

Jolie

“I guess we should talk,” Brennan mutters.

With that being the understatement of the century, all I can do is nod. Everyone moves around the kitchen until we’re all seated at the table–me squashed between Creed and Chester as if I’m their lifeline.

I look up at the five pieces of my heart that I thought were gone, still unable to process what or how this is even possible.

“I saw your bodies. There was so much blood, and you weren’t breathing. How are you even here right now?”

“Mr Z’s assistant called me the morning you went to see him and explained what he was planning. We needed a strategy, and fast.” Brennan explains. “I called Ziyon for his help as well, and he gave us the idea to fake their deaths.”

All the pieces click together. Chester is a scientist in the making, and Creed works at the morgue. I can’t believe I didn’t even think about it.

“As you’re aware, with our advanced genetics, we can’t use any normal medications,” Chester adds. “So, I’d been working on a drug that would slow our heart to the point of almost stopping completely. It wasn’t perfect and very well could have killed them...”

“Then why even take that risk?”

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