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Instead of letting her run and just forgetting what she said, I force her to stay, using my fingers to take her mind to a different place.

"I know, Princess," I whisper, feeling her pussy clamp around my fingers as I drive them even deeper, her arousal squishing around like music to my fucking ears as she gets even wetter. "And it's okay."

"I... I..." she stutters, unable to find the right words for what she wants to say, mainly due to the pleasure clouding her mind.

So I help her out, knowing just how to get her to talk freely. "Tell me again," I whispered, adding a third digit into her soaked pussy, feeling her back immediately lift off of my chest as she started to ride my fingers like she was riding my cock.

But she didn't say anything, which prompted me to keep pushing, knowing that I could get her to break.

"Emerson, fucking say that shit again for me, or you won't be coming on my fingers either," I threatened, knowing how fucking close she was to breaking her silence just from the way her body was reacting to my touch.

"Sev... ah," she moaned into my ear, her head still resting against my shoulder as my soaked fingers slid in and out of her cunt knuckle deep, purposely driving her to the brink.

"What did you do, Princess?" Using the pad of my thumb, I press down on her sensitive clit and roll circles over it, watching intense spasms rock her tiny body.

When she doesn't answer, I stop thrusting and rubbing, letting her know that I'm serious about not letting her come. In a desire-filled panic, she reaches between her legs and pushes my fingers back inside of her, holding her hand against mine to keep them right where she wanted them the most.

"Don't stop," she begs in a sexy moan that makes my cock twitch under her ass.

"Then fucking tell me again what you did," I growl, sinking my teeth into the side of her neck.

"I killed him!" she screams, watching the flames and riding my fingers desperately until I slowly start moving them again. "I killed Damon," she finally admits, going limp against my body, her pussy walls constricting around my quickly moving fingers.

I finger-fuck her needy cunt faster, harder, and deeper, ripping seductive moans from her dry throat that echo in my ears. "Good girl, Emerson."

As she reaches her peak, her moans turn into high-pitched cries, and I hold her close, relishing in the sound of the pleasure ripping from her throat.

She shook frantically, riding my fingers as I drilled them relentlessly into her until her pussy gushed all over my fingers and hand. She came hard, clinging to me to the point where it was becoming painful as her nails dug into my flesh and broke through. But I kept going, fucking her with my fingers through her entire orgasm, wet, squishy noises singing from her pussy.

I wanted all of it—all of her juices I had coaxed from her cunt and the symphony of moans and cries I made her scream with just three fingers buried so deep inside of her that she felt them in her lower belly.

And I had gotten it all—every fucking thing that I wanted, and then some.

We were lost in the moment, bonding over her secret that she finally came off of. The world around us was forgotten as we chased the fiery passion and the release that we both desperately needed. And when it was over, we were left breathless, tangled in each other's arms as we watched the embers of the fire slowly fade into the night, feeling something passing between us that was deeper than anything either of us had experienced before.

But I knew we had only scratched the surface of the darkness Emerson was carrying, and I was ready to go to hell and back for her. Because when it came down to it, I would fucking do anything for her.

Unfortunately, that loyalty might just be my fucking downfall.

thirty-seven

Knee-High Socks & Vans

A c e

After a few days of sun, humidity, and brutal heat, thunder and lightning decided to make another appearance, bringing fierce winds and buckets of warm rain along with them and forcing us inside. But Emerson, shit, she isn't phased in the slightest. Braving the storm, she stands alone on the back porch and watches the catastrophe unfold, her body swaying back and forth in perfect rhythm to the music filtering through the open French doors. Angry waves ripple across the ocean in the relentless wind, and quick flashes of lightning brighten the dark sky seconds before loud booms of thunder rumble in the distance, creating a hypnotic symphony of destruction from the storm.

Sitting around the table in the back room with the guys, immersed in an intense game of spades, buried flashbacks of the years I spent in prison start to force their way to the front of my mind. But just as I feel myself slipping into the darkness of my past, Stone's foot softly rubs against my shin, quickly snapping me back to the moment. Looking up, my eyes meet his across the table, making the corners of my mouth tug upward into a flirtatious smirk.

"Your turn," he says, licking his lips with an insatiable glint in his eyes that makes it hard to focus.

Between his ass and Emerson, the growing desire coursing through me makes it hard as fuck to focus.

"Hold up," his father says, standing up with his cards in his hand. "Let me grab another beer. Anyone need one?" Kane quickly glances at Emerson and then shifts his focus back to us.

"Yeah, one for everyone," Seven answers, pouring the rest of his into his mouth.

Finishing off my beer, I look at Emerson again, wondering if I should go check on her. But I decide to wait until after the game, knowing that she's still trying to come to terms with what Damon put her through. It's been a few days now since she came back, but she still hasn't spoken to us about it. She did admit to Seven that she killed him, so it's just a matter of time before she let's the rest of us in and opens up.