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His cock is still inside me while he tilts my head to the side, his lips crashing to mine.

“Ours,” he growls, and I nod in agreement.

Because it terrifies me to say no to him.

But, most importantly, because of this one simple truth.

I’m his and he’s mine.

Nothing and no one will ever come between us again.

EPILOGUE

KALEB

Awareness courses through me. Raises the hair at the back of my neck.

It’s as real as the ocean water I’m sitting in. As hot as the sun hovering in the sky. My skin prickles.

Though it isn’t the whitebaits that brush against my legs.

Someone’s behind me. Watching me.

Silently.

They’re far enough that their shadow doesn’t cast over me.

I’m not supposed to notice their presence.

I do, and this isn’t right. I’m usually the one to be the silent observer. The stalker.

The freak.

This time, it’s different. I’m the one being watched.

Onyx and I are, to be exact.

“Mommy’s being sneaky, isn’t she?” I whisper into my daughter’s soft brown hair so only she can hearme. “Do we tell her we know she’s there? Or maybe we should stay quiet. She does like being a stalker these days.”

She responds by searching for my forearms that I have wrapped around her. Her chubby fingers flex and grasp me as she wiggles her feet in the clear waters of the West Atlantic Ocean.

Something that sounds like a giggle escapes her as salty drops land on her cheeks.

A smile tugs at my lips as I wipe them off her.

A smile, yes.

It happens often these days. For over a year now, if I’m being honest.

These smiles started reaching my eyes a month after Shiloh and I’d bought and moved to this private island. It was the same month we found out she was pregnant.

We could afford it, easily. After our parents’ deaths were pinned on Dr. Reynolds. After it was proven that we’d killed him in self-defense.

Shiloh’s dad’s estate had been settled. After that, she sold every property he owned. Every share in his company. Every cent was transferred to numerous bank accounts in the Cayman Islands to a woman named Shiloh Payne, the wife of Kaleb Payne.

True, it would’ve been safer to change our first names, too.

But I dare anyone to try coming for us. The small army we hired to protect our island wouldn’t let any hostile entity get anywhere near our small piece of heaven.

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