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And then he’s unloading into me, his cock burrowed so far up inside of me that it verges on painful. Our bodies shake and tremble, and when he pulls away from me, my ass leaks wildly.

Maybe it’s the steam, the heat, but I feel like I’m going to pass out.

I start to topple to my right, but before I hit the floor, I’m in his arms.

“I’ve got you, my little terror,” he says softly and then picks me up and carries me out of the shower. He grabs a towel as he goes and stands me up near the bed, drying me off before lying me down.

I hate this, I tell myself.

Even though I know it’s a lie.

14

MIKHAIL

Angel passed out after I fucked that tight little hole in the shower. And now he’s pressed up against me, his vanilla-scented skin, his slow breathing, his thick head of hair tickling my chest.

He took me so well, his body just accepting me, sucking me in.

I stare at the ceiling, listening to the rain hitting the windows and the scratch of the tree outside hitting the pane of glass. Angel huffs and wiggles closer to me, almost on top of me now.

So different from Katarina. She was never a cuddler.

And neither am I. And yet, here I am.

I let my hand slide up against his back, bumping across the notches of his spine before coming to a stop at the nape of his neck.

He doesn’t realize he’s sleeping against me. That he has the past few nights, wiggling over until he’s right on top of me.

I tell myself I hate it.

I’m not sure I believe it anymore.

He’s messed up my entire life, and here he is, looking innocent as fuck, lying on me in the middle of the night.

The rain picks up, and I sigh, letting my hand slide through his hair, the soft strands slipping between my fingers as a creak sounds outside the door.

My ears cling to it, listening as it moves.

For a moment, I start to panic, my mind conjuring up visions of a pale and ghostly Katarina staring at me from the lawn, but then I dismiss it. No way. No fucking way are ghosts real.

But then I hear it, a tapping sound in the walls. Rats, I believe Angel said.

I’m not sure rats sound like that.

A squirrel perhaps?

I hold my breath, my ears straining, but then it stops, just the sound of the rain hitting the window filling the room.

I’m sure I was imagining it, but still, I find myself awake for far too long, my ears picking up on every sound until I finally let myself fall asleep.

And it’s there that I see visions of her, coming back to haunt me.

They only dissipate when Angel squirms above me and sighs sweetly.

A light in the shadows of my mind.

Angel is still on me when my eyes open, blinking in the dim light piercing through the window shades.