Page 295 of Once Upon a Fable

But no way could that happen...could it?

When I dared to look down, my eyes drank in the sight of Gemma sprawled over me—her knees wedged against the side of the bath, her breasts above the waterline, and her head lolled to the side and resting against my throat.

My T-shirt had floated up, exposing most of my belly with itspadlocked chain, my jeans were barely shoved down my thighs, and my cock twitched rhythmically, as if checking it was still inside her, still locking us together, still preparing to stay in a dream rather than return to reality.

Slowly, she raised her head and looked at me. Her hazel stare was pure molten lust and satisfaction. “Hi...”

My heart skipped a beat.

She was stunning when she was sated. Loose and languid, looking deliciously well fucked.

I closed my eyes and shook my head.

This isn’t real.

I’d snapped.

I’d finally snapped and couldn’t wake up.

I didn’twantto wake up.

“Are you okay?” She twisted in my arms, causing us to disengage, leaving my chest hollow and achy. Lying over me, she cupped my face with her hands and stared at me so kindly, so sweetly, I felt fucking tears try to crawl into my eyes.

If this was real...if this truly happened, I honestly didn’t know how I’d ever go back to being who I was.

This changed fuckingeverything.

Every moment, every day, every year of my life was now hers.

A wave of possession, obsession, and absolute fear rose for this gorgeous girl who looked at me as if I meant something. Meant something toher.

Even after I’d soiled her.

Even after I’d captured her.

I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip, doing my best to stop my heart from cracking and bleeding out of my chest.

“Hey.” She reached up and pressed a delicate kiss on my lips. “Whatever you’re thinking about, stop it. Get out of your mind, Kas, and look at me.”

I braced myself and did what she commanded. “This truly happened?” My voice was no better than an animal. Gruff and halting, inarticulate with disbelief.

She nodded and smiled almost shyly. “This truly happened.” She settled back on my chest, her breasts squishing against my muscles, her flawless skin highlighting just how many scars carved mine.

“Do you like that, little Kas?” A blade drawing initials into my pec. “You’re now my property. See?”

“Ah, you bleed so pretty, little pup.” Levin dragged a paintbrush through my latest wound. “I might just have to take up painting and use your blood as ink.”

“Kas...Kas.” Lips on mine, and a scent that I’d always associate with Gemma now. Moonlight and papayas and woodsmoke.

She wrenched me back.

I slammed the doors shut.

I sucked in a breath as memories tried to suck me deep.

No way.

No fucking way.