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“Can’t... hold on...” I hiss, reaching up to cut off her air again. Overwhelmed by the intensity, she doesn’t last long, her body shuddering as she comes all over me. The sensation of her juices drenching my dick sends me over the edge, and I release inside her, coating her walls with my cum.

“Fuck, Aurora.” I groan, letting go of her neck and collapsing on top of her. Our bodies are slick with sweat. I capture her lips in a heated kiss.

As we catch our breaths, she whispers between pants, “I love you, too, Felix.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Aurora Henry

Waking up, I feel the sticky mess between my thighs. Felix is clinging to me like I’m his damn teddy bear. It’s suffocating. I’m sweaty, hot, and in desperate need of a shower.

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, trying to wiggle out of his iron grip. His arms are like goddamn steel cables. But I manage, slithering out of his hold like a snake. He grunts in his sleep but doesn’t wake. Good.

I pad to the bathroom, my thighs squishing together, reminding me of last night’s rough romp. As I turn on the shower, the water blasts out ice cold. “Son of a bitch!” I curse, my teeth chattering.

The water heats up, and I step in, letting it wash away the filth. The mix of cum and sweat swirls down the drain, and I scrub my face hard, removing any trace of lingering makeup.

As I towel off, I glimpse at my reflection in the mirror. I look like shit—hair matted and bruises forming on my neckfrom where he gripped me too tight. “Goddamn bastard.” I smile.

I pull on some clothes, not bothering with makeup or anything fancy. This isn’t a beauty pageant, after all. I slip out of the bathroom and glance at Felix, still sleeping like a baby. How can someone so violent be so peaceful?

“Asshole.” I smile, more to myself than him. My feet slap the cold floor tiles as I head downstairs.

“Yoghurt and fruit,” I mumble, grabbing the only nutritious shit I can find. I wish I could cook something more decent. Maybe Felix will teach me. Not that I need his help or anything, but a girl has to eat, right?

I dump the food in two bowls and slump onto a stool at the breakfast bar. My laptop sits there, begging for attention. Fine, I’ll check my damn emails.

“Jeez, these fucking spammers,” I mutter under my breath. Three more messages with random-ass phrases like ‘I’m here’ and ‘I’m outside watching you’ stare back at me. Creepy shit.

“Enough’s enough.” Felix had previously mentioned Angel, his tech-wizard friend. Maybe he can block these assholes and set me up with a new account. I know Felix has connections in that world. He always brags about how Angel can do anything in three seconds flat. Show-off.

“Hey, Felix!” I bark out. No answer. A heavy sleeper, huh? Well, he’ll find out soon enough.

“Angel better be good,” I grumble, closing my laptop. I’ll wait until Felix wakes up to deal with this mess. For now, I’ll just shove some yoghurt and fruit into my mouth and pretend life’s all rainbowsand butterflies.

“Morning, Sleeping Beauty,”I snark as Felix finally drags his ass into the kitchen. His eyes are half-open, and he’s still yawning. Pathetic.

“Look at this shit,” I shove my laptop in his face, pointing at the creepy spam emails. “Can you get Angel to block these freaks and set me up with a new account or something?”

Felix goes super still, his dark eyes narrowing as he scans the screen. He doesn’t like what he sees, and neither do I. He snatches his phone from the bench and starts texting Angel. Within seconds, he gets a reply.

Angel:On it.

“Good riddance,”I mutter, slamming the laptop shut. Felix seems to deflate a bit, but he sticks by my side like a damn lion guarding its prey. What’s his deal?

“Listen, Aurora,” he starts, his voice low and serious. “I just booked a job for a guy who wants his neighbour removed. The bastard has been beating his son, and the cops won’t do shit about it. It’s only twenty grand, but I’m excited to do it.”

“Great, another kidnapping mission.” I roll my eyes as if I need more violence in my life.

“Due to these emails, you’re coming with me,” Felix orders, all possessive and shit. “Ride shotgun, stay close.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I snap, glaring at him. “You think I wanna go on your twisted little adventures? What if it sets me off?”

“I don’t care,” he growls out, gripping my arm. “I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

“Fine,” I spit, yanking my arm back. “But I swear to God, Felix…”

“Trust me, darling.” He smirks, his eyes dark and dangerous. “You’re safe with me.”

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