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She never looks away.
Even as I fall apart. Even as she continues to stroke my cock, her hand is slick with my cum. I want more. I want to sink inside her and fuck her until we forget we are two separate beings. “Please,” I beg. “Let me feel you.”
She stops, pushing me onto the bed. I fall on my ass, watching as she straddles me slowly. Her eyes remain on me as she sinks onto me. We both hiss from the friction. So good. She’s soaking wet for me, and my arms move to wrap around her. “No touching, Nico. Eyes up here.”
“You’re killing me, Shi.”
She gives me a breathless smile as she rides me, her hips rocking in slow, circular movements. Each circle makes my toes curl from pleasure. Her heat wraps around me so tight, it feels like punishment and salvation all at once.
My hands twitch at my sides, aching to grab her. To hold her. To belong. But I don’t. I can’t.
“Eyes on me.” She whispers. And I obey.
Like I always do.
I’m not even sure I fucking blink.
She keeps moving, and I think I’m losing my fucking mind. She tightens around me, her moans low and needy. My vision blurs, I’m fucking coming again. My hips jerk beneath her, and her eyes stay locked on mine as I empty myself inside her. She collapses beside me, breathing heavily. I move to touch her, but she backs away just enough for it to be unnoticeable. Shiloh uses her elbow to prop herself up, pushing her hair back. Her expression is unreadable as she leans in and whispers against my mouth.
Our lips are barely touching. “Go take a shower.”
I stare at her, stunned. Drunk on her. On everything, she just took from me.
But I listen.
Hesitantly, I leave the bed and step into the bathroom, turning on the water and stepping inside. Pressing my forehead to the tiles as it runs cold over my skin. My body is vibrating from the post sex endorphins. Heart still racing and hands still shaking.
I don’t take too long before I finally step out, wrapping a towel over my hips. “Shi,” I call out, my stomach sinking as I take in the silence, as I step out of the bathroom into my empty room.
No Shiloh.
No goodbye.
Only now, the drawer is open. The box inside with June’s phone is gone..
And I know—
That she never came for answers.
She came for the truth.
And I just gave it to her.
Chapter Thirty - Two
Shiloh
Pressure builds behind my ears, and my lungs refuse to take a full breath, depriving themselves of oxygen. My vision warps as tears swell, distorting the world around me. Shaky hands clutch the phone…
Tatiana was right, and I believed him.
How stupid of me to believe he wouldn’t lie.
After all, he lied to himself. Why would I expect anything different?
Still, this discovery hurts. Not in a superficial way, but in a bone-chilling and fatal way. My knees buckle, my hand flattens out on the cool brick surface as I bring myself to inhale. I force air into my lungs even as they want to collapse. Looking up at the sky, I feel the tears slip past the corner of my eyes, and in that moment...
My heart splits in two.
