Page 79 of Cyber Revenge

“Yeah?” I growl, lifting her legs higher, spreading her wider to take me deeper.

She gasps, her eyes rolling back as I fuck her harder, deeper, every thrust sending shockwaves through both of us.

“Like that, killstreak?” I grit out, watching her fall apart beneath me.

“Y-yes… oh god, yes…” Her head tilts back, her neck bared to me like a fucking offering.

I can’t resist. My teeth sank into her skin, right where her neck meets her shoulder, marking her again.

“Mine,” I growl against her skin.

She comes hard, her body clenching around me, milking my cock as her screams echo through the room. But I’m not done.

Not even close.

Afterward, I don’t let her go. I can’t. Her body is still trembling, her breathing ragged as she curls into me, but I keep her close, holding her like I’m afraid she’ll disappear if I let go.

Because Iam.

Fuck.

I’m spiraling. Every time I touch her, I fall deeper. Every time she screams my name, I lose another piece of whatever sanity I have left.

I’m obsessed.

Possessive.

And it’s getting worse.

I watch her sleep again, my fingers brushing lightly over her hair as I try to calm the storm in my chest.

She’s everything. Everything I never knew I needed. And the thought of losing her…

No.

I tighten my grip on her, my jaw clenching as I press a kiss to her forehead. I won’t lose her.

Ever.

She’s mine. Body. Mind. Soul. And if the world tries to take her from me?

I’ll fucking burn it to the ground.

THIRTY-ONE

PATRICK

Pain.

That’s all I know now.

It doesn’t stop. It doesn’t ease. It’sconstant. A never-ending fucking reminder of what he’d done to me.

I can feel it–burning, searing, clawing at my flesh with every fucking heartbeat. The pain is embedded in my skin, etched into me with ink and cruelty, and no matter how much time passes… It’s still there.

LIAR.

The word echoes in my mind like a goddamn curse. Trip had made sure of that. He didn’t just carve it into my skin. He fucking branded me.

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