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“Wasn’t my plan, but fuck, you have a way of riling me up.” He eases out of me then, pushing off the bed to look between my legs. “Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight.”
I spread my legs wider like the filthy bitch I am, and squeeze my inner walls so more of his cum oozes out.
“Fucking stop it.” He points sternly at me. “If you keep doing that, we’ll never leave this fucking room.”
“Do what?” I ask innocently, giving my inner walls another squeeze, and before I know it, a deep growl rumbles past his lips as he leaps on me.
CHAPTER 22
KIT
Heavy rock Christmasmusic meets our ears as we descend the stairs, along with deep male laughter and the higher-pitched giggle of my Libi. The sound has warmth spreading through my chest, since this is the first time I’ve heard her giggle after getting her back from that Serpent fucker.
My little girl won’t be the same. I fucking hate that thought. I know trauma all too well, and the idea that she feels so terrified all the time makes me want to kill again. But it’s only been two days since it all happened. I need to give her time. We all just need some fucking time.
As we near the bottom of the stairs, my attention gets dragged back to Bell as she tries to pull her hand free from mine, her feet stalling as she stares at the entrance to the living room.
“I’m not letting you go,” I remind her, and I wonder if she gets the double meaning to it.
“Libi doesn’t need to see us holding hands,” Bell whispers as she halts on the second bottom step.
Fuck. The bruising on the side of her face is darker today.It’s really fucking hard to look at, reminding me of her cracked rib.
Fuck. Was I too rough with her when I fucked her just before? Should I have even done that? What about her sobriety? Should I back off until she’s seen a therapist?
I don’t know the answers to any of this, and fuck, I’ll do anything to help her, which includes keeping her safe. Here with me.
“Libi already knows that I like holding hands with you.” I force my grin, and Bell’s dark brows shoot up.
“You told her?”
“I did. I thought she should know why you will be sleeping in my room from now on.”
This time, Bell rolls her eyes.
“I have my own room. You just fucked me in it.”
Nodding, I lean close, bringing us nose to nose.
“I fucked you in the guest room, and since you are no longer a guest, you have to give that room up so a couple of my team members can crash in it.”
As I ease back, a deep frown tugs at her brows, but before she can protest, Libi bounds out into the hall, spotting us.
“Bell! You’re up! Come look!”
With one last slanted glare at me, Bell turns her attention to my daughter, shaking off my hand to take hers as she is dragged into the living room.
Following behind, I hear Bell gasp before she swings back to look at me.
“You found a black Christmas tree?”
“I did.” I nod proudly. “And the guys found the perfect decorations to match Libi’s instructions.”
“Isn’t it pretty?” Libi beams up at Bell before tugging on her hand to bring her closer. “See, there are little skeletons, and skulls, and black baubles…”
“You know, mate, she asked me to tell Santa to wear a black Santa suit next year.”
My eyes snap up to where Wes is smirking next to me.
