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I kiss the tears that roll down her face while my hips slow and until I’m spent.
“Are you okay?” I ask as I spin us on the bed until she is on top of me, but my cock is still deep inside her. I don’t want to let her go or let her out of my hold.
“Yes,” she sobs as I stroke her hair. “I never thought it would feel so good.”
I laugh, and press a gentle kiss on her head. “It was amazing for me too.”
16
Amara
I did what Ihad to do last night. But I was surprisingly upset when I woke up in my bed and Dom was not there this morning.
He left me a note, telling me he replied to my blackmailer with the information they needed. He told me it was time for me to step back.
But I can’t.
I have to go to the club as part of the deal.
So here I am sitting in a stall in the bathroom, wondering what SweetJustice has planned for the night, and how I’ll reply to Caleb’s last message asking me to call him when I have the time.
I don’t know what to say to him so I haven’t replied. I tuck my phone in my purse before I leave the stall.
I glance at myself in the mirror as I wash my hands.
I’m wearing a hairpiece, platinum blonde strands mixed with my dark hair in a high plaited ponytail. I’m also wearing bright red lipstick and I chose to wear Milly’s blackmask, not the more elaborate pink one. I want to blend into the club, not stand out.
I dry my hands, take a deep breath and leave the bathroom, and regret it almost instantly.
Mateo and Enzo are standing at the end of the corridor. I know they are waiting for me.
I back away from them, my heart hammering against my ribs.
“What did you tell de Luca?” Mateo’s eyes narrow.
“Nothing.” I lift my chin.
He takes a step closer, invading my space. “Keep it that way.”
I push past him, my shoulder knocking his arm. “Please. You’re not important enough for me to think twice about Enzo sucking your cock.”
Enzo’s hand wraps around my upper arm, spinning me around. My back slams against the wall, knocking the breath from my lungs. His face hovers inches from mine. “Watch yourself, princess.”
I shove him off, straightening my dress. “If Dom knew what you did, you’d both be dead. Think about that. How easy it would be for me to make you disappear.”
Mateo slides his tongue over his teeth, a cold smile spreading across his face. “You fucking wouldn’t dare.”
“Touch me again and you’ll find out.” I stride away, my shoulders back in defiance, trying to hide how much I hate every second of this life.
My blood runs cold when I spot Dom at the bar. He is deep in conversation with his son, Rafe. Shit. I duck my head before I turn and make to the corridor leading to the private rooms.
Heavy footsteps echo behind me. “Amara!”
I keep walking, pretending I don’t hear him. That I’m someone else.
“I told you not to come here,” he growls in my ear.
“Until I know I’m safe, I have to,” I tell him.
