Page 96 of Cyber Revenge

“Wanna see my world?”

Trip’s gaze flicks to mine, a question lingering there, but I just nod, my heart swelling as I watch the two of them.

“I’d love to,” he says, standing and holding out his hand.

She takes it without hesitation, dragging him toward the living room where her tablet is already charging.

And just like that… They’re family.

Trip moved in that night.

It wasn’t planned. It just… happened.

One minute, he was carrying me to bed, his arms wrapped around me like I was something fragile.

The next, he was unpacking his bag in my room, his clothes mingling with mine, his scent filling the space like it had always belonged there.

And it does.

He does.

Our lives start to fall into an easy rhythm after that.

Mornings are filled with coffee and laughter, Trip teaching her how to aim better in COD while I pretend not to hear her calling him “the coolest guy ever.”

Nights are spent tangled in each other, his hands on my body, his lips on my skin, whispering promises that make my heart ache with how much I love him.

We are a family now.

And I never want it to end.

THIRTY-SIX

TRIP

Three months.

It’s been three months since Lydia almost died in my arms. Since I killed Patrick and carved his fucking lies into his flesh. Since I carried her home, claimed her in blood and lust, and vowed to never let anything touch her again.

And now she’s mine.

Completely.

She fills every part of my life. My mornings start with her tangled around me, her body soft and warm, her sleepy murmurs making my heart ache in ways I didn’t think were possible. Our days are a rhythm of laughter, chaos, and sex that leaves us both wrecked.

And the nights are ours.

Sweat. Blood. Bite marks. I can’t get enough of her. But it isn’t enough.

I need more.

I need forever.

Which is why I’m currently standing in the exact same clearing where I fucked her for the first time–covered in paint and dirt–five months ago.

The sun is setting, the air thick with the scent of pine and earth, and my heart is pounding harder than it ever has before.

I’m not nervous.

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