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The weight of his body on mine combined with the way he was looking at me was too much to handle. I dropped my forehead to his, and we both inhaled sharply. My orgasm took over, and my cunt spasmed so tight around him, I almost blacked out.
“Yeah, Sofia, just like that… that’s my girl,” he said, rocking into me while peppering my jaw with rough kisses, his teeth nipping at the skin, prolonging my release.
The only thing that brought me back was his warm cum painting my cunt. Breathless, I didn’t move, not that I would have been able to anyway. He loosened his grip, my leg resting again at his hip.
I felt warm cum trickle down my thigh and glanced down, his eyes following my gaze.
Still inside, his cock jumped, and Theo’s eyes glittered with mischievous thoughts, a growl escaping his lips as he nipped my bottom lip.
“Told you one day I’d send you back to him with my cum still dripping out of you.”
I gave him a nudge, chuckling at his misplaced joke, but he cupped both sides of my face, and I brought mine over his. He leaned down, kissing me softly before pulling back, his brows bunched together.
“Theo, what’s wrong?” I asked, looking into his eyes, concern filling my chest at his fearful expression.
“Promise me you’ll never leave me again.”
I leaned into the palms of his hands and promised not to leave him.
But when I woke up the next morning to an empty, rumpled bed, he’d been the one who’d left me.
CHAPTER37
THEO
Ilay still on my couch, gaze set on the ceiling, watching intently as the blades from the fan whirled around.
I’d been doing this every night for the past three days, my mind replaying every single moment we had together, never giving me a break. I unraveled every memory we’d shared, trying to stare at them from different angles. I sat awake at night, trying to figure out if there was any truth to anything she’d told me.
How could I trust her moving forward when I felt like everything we ever had was founded on a lie?
My mind drifted back to the night of Victor’s murder.
Jaxon had had his wife pick him up from the venue, while I’d told Omar that I’d get home on my own, letting him spend the rest of his weekend with his family. Once the coast had been clear, Sofia and I had driven back to the Morales residence.
After showering, washing away any traces of her crimes, we’d both gotten into bed and since I couldn’t fall asleep, I’d spent the whole night watching her, reminding myself of the person I loved.
But the more I’d stared at her, the more the betrayal from her endless lies and games had settled in, my heart agonizing as the seconds passed. Instead of the peace she’d always brought me, I’d felt a weight settling on my chest, depriving me of air, until it eventually became suffocating.
I’d needed to get out of there, needed to process everything, so before she even woke up, I’d been long gone.
I wasn’t sure if I’d made the right decision, but everything hurt.
Everything about her had been different that night. It’d felt like the world had tilted on its axis and I’d stumbled into a parallel version of my life.
From the way she’d carried herself, the way she’d talked, to the way she’d pulled that trigger with no hesitation. Everything about her had seemed different and I hadn’t been able to recognize her anymore.
But what really hurt the most was that she hadn’t thought she could trust me. That she hadn’t trusted me enough to help her or even just be there for her.
Her mistrust splayed my heart open, bringing out something I’d buried deep.
I’d always felt like no one could possibly love me, that I wasn’t deserving of love. But then, she came along. She made me feel like there was a possibility of being loved, thatIwas deserving of love.
Now, she was making me doubt that. Had she ever really loved me if she couldn’t trust me with her demons?
She never even told me she loved me,my brain mocked me.
My brain was waging war. A part of me clung to the fact that she’d left me and lied, but a larger, louder part of me, the man in love with her, drowned in a well of guilt that only seemed to deepen.
