Page 74 of Cyber Revenge

I don’t answer. I can’t.

“Please…”

Fuck. I press her against the cold tile, my body caging her in.

“I need you.” Her words aren’t a request. They’rea fuckingplea.

“Mine,” I growl against her skin, my lips trailing down her neck.

“Yours,” she whispers, her body arching into mine. That’s all I need. I devour her.

Her lips.

Her neck.

Her fuckingsoul.

And when I finally slide inside her…

Her body clenches around me, her nails digging into my back. I fuck her against the wall for what feels like hours.

By the time we’re finished, we are both panting, exhausted, and pruny.

“Let’s go to bed, killstreak.”

Her answering smile is all I need in life.

TWENTY-NINE

LYDIA

The world has shrunk to just the two of us.

A month has passed since Trip pulled me out of that hell, drenched in blood and rage, and carried me away like I was his most prized possession.

I should’ve been scared. I should’ve been thinking about the life I left behind. But I wasn’t. I couldn’t.

Because from the moment his hands touched me that night, I knew there was no going back. I was his. In every way that mattered. And I never wanted to leave.

The days bled into nights, and the nights… they were filled with him.

Trip didn’t just fuck me.

Heownedme.

Every thrust, every bite, every growled demand carved me deeper into his world. I had never known what it was like to be consumed until I met him.

And now, I can’t breathe without him.

I don’t want to.

My body craves him constantly, aching in ways that border on pain when he isn’t inside of me. And when he is–I unravel.

Our mornings start the same way. I wake up tangled in his arms, his scent surrounding me, my body already throbbing with need.

He never gives me a chance to fully wake up. His hand will slide between my thighs, finding me already wet, already ready for him.

He knows. He always knows.

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