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A shudder worked through me. The heat between my thighs increased along with the ache. “I’m still a little sore.”

“I’ll be careful, Mayhem,” he promised, then dipped his head as he fisted my damp hair. The soft caress of his lips on my throat, punctuated by the scrape of sharp teeth, reminded me of the dichotomy of silk-sheathed violence in his personality.

Pretty Boy was dangerous. Maybe to me more than anyone else, but not because he wanted to hurt me.

“And after…?” What was I asking? Did I even know?

He kissed a path up my throat to my mouth, and the first press of his lips to mine had me wrapping my arms around him as I let go of the towel. I didn’t care about anything except the demand in his kiss and the feeling of him easing into me. The hot silken thrust of his skin against mine was already rocking me.

“You were sure of me,” I told him in between biting kisses as he pressed me back against a wall, his hips rocking into mine with such precision the tension inside of me seemed to notch higher and higher.

“Why…do…you…” He grunted the words, his concentration fierce, and the vein throbbing in his forehead made me ache to run my tongue over the one under his dick. “Think…that?”

“You already had a condom on,” I had to get the words out in a rush because he pulled out of me abruptly then turned me to face the wall.

“That was for both of us, Mayhem,” he promised. “Hands on the wall and spread those legs….this is going to feel deeper, but it will feel good too. I promise.”

I was already pressing my palms to the wall as he dragged my ass back until it felt like I was on display, then he fitted into me again.

“Oh…” The word came out on a single groan as he began to thrust into me in a series of long strokes. He did feel longer, or deeper, definitely bigger. There was nothing I didn’t feel about him in this position. The low growls he released in his grunts were charming as hell and stoked something almost primitive in me. “Pull my hair…”

I’d heard that… White edged my vision as he fisted my hair and yanked. The burn along my scalp was amazing, and his soft laughter as he began to pound into me with a kind of ruthless determination that threatened to drive me mad.

“Like that, do you, Mayhem?”

“Yes,” I exhaled the syllable. I wasn’t at all ready for him to tease my clit or for the force with which I came. It shook me all the way to my core. I could barely stay upright as he continued to thrust, the faint twists doing something exquisite to me and triggering spasms as I clamped down on him.

When he came with a shout, I grinned, almost triumphant and then he tugged me back to his chest and kissed me until I couldn’t breathe.

Fifteen minutes later, I was screaming again as he buried his face in my pussy. I’d tried to be quiet, only he was relentless and every time I swallowed a scream, he amped the sensual torture.

It was heaven and hell. By the time he sank into me again, I didn't think I’d ever be able to move again. Thankfully, he carried me into the shower and helped to wash us both up before toweling us off and then when he tucked me into bed, he didn’t leave.

He curled around me. It would be impossible to sleep surrounded by that burning heat, except I drifted right off. When I woke to his erection in the morning, I decided to return fire with fire, and he woke up with me swallowing his erection.

When he came this time, I wanted to celebrate my triumph because he’d come with such a rush. We spent a lazy morning in bed after that. He only left for food around midday and was back soon later.

We talked. We fucked. We slept. But he never went far. Three days after we returned, his friend Kellan knocked on the door.

“What?” Pretty Boy called.

“They have her…”

ChapterTwelve

MILO

“They have her…”Those words seemed to echo against the battered and scraped sides of my soul. It was another endless couple of days before we got word that they were on their way back. Mayhem, like me, was also restless. However, she seemed as intent on forgetting for short, intense bursts as I was.

I dodged the book that came sailing across the room to thud against the door next to my head. Woman had impressive aim. “I didn’t say forever,” I told her without glancing back before I unlocked the door. “Just not now.”

“You’re an asshole.”

A pause at the door before I let myself out. “Yes, I am.” With that, I locked her back in. My sister was out of Pinetree. The twins and Freddie had her. They’d updated us the day they got her out, then followed up with far more cryptic notes.

Then the fuckers just stopped answering messages, save for Rome. When I asked to talk to her, all he said was to wait.

So, Iwaited.