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“Yeah? You want me to breed you?’ he groans as he fucks me deep, not letting up on my clit until my body shudders again, and we finish together.

When he pulls out, I can feel some of our mixed release dripping down my thigh, and I can feel his hand rubbing my opening. He gathers the wetness, then pushes two fingers inside of me. “You’re going to keep all of it inside you, don’t waste a fucking drop.” He moves them in and out, making sure his cum gets deep inside.

I feel like I’m on cloud nine. Possibly slipping through it, as I’m hanging on by a thread, but…nonetheless. He turns me back over and uses his knife to cut the zip ties from my wrist, and I rub them. He easily lifts me over his shoulder, and I laugh as he slaps my ass and carries me off to bring me back upstairs.

I find my footing when he sets me down in the living room, and I quickly run to his bedroom to grab clothes for after the shower, and I pick up my phone to check if I had any texts since he’s busy turning the water on.

Gabi

I know your secret.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

I’m a Sap

KANE

When she walks into the bathroom, she looks pale. “Are you alright? What’s wrong?” I grab her elbow, bringing her into me to check her. Was it too much? Is she in pain?

“No! I mean yes, I’m alright. It’s just…well, you might be angry.”

“This is probably the best time to tell me something that would make me angry, sweetheart,” I tease, gesturing between us.

“So…you remember how I mentioned the girl who knew about my Peter Reed theory?” I don’t like where this is going. I nod, and she continues. “I’m pretty sure she knows now that I found you.”

“Ah.” Under normal circumstances, yes, I’d be fucking stressed. I forgot about this “friend” she had mentioned, who seems to also have been trying to track me down. This girl must be behind the unknown number that’s been texting me. I should have known.

“What? You’re not mad?”

Do I tell her about the texts? I can’t show them to her, or she’ll see the threats they made, and ask questions. I just didn’t expect to suddenly feel guilty about lying to her. “I got a text from an unknown number, and I didn’t want to tell you until I knew more. But this obviously must be your little…friend. So, problem solved.” I shrug and lead her into the now steaming shower.

“Really? I can’t believe it! If she knew, she should’ve texted me. Well…I guess maybe she’s angry. I texted her back, but I don’t know what she’s gonna say. And⁠—”

“Relax, sweetheart.” I pull her under the warm stream, and she sighs. I can see the gears turning and the anxiety creeping under the surface. “It’s okay. I’m going to handle everything, alright? I will always handle everything for you.” She nods, trying to convince herself it's the truth as she closes her eyes and enjoys the feeling of the hot water.

It’s fine. I’ll have her block the girl, unsend whatever she’s able to, and delete her profile on the forum. Then, I’ll text the girl from my phone, letting her know that I’m aware of exactly who she is. A little threat will keep her away. If not, I’ll have to make a tough choice. If she mentions the police, I’ll have to make that decision very quickly.

“Were you going to tell me?” she asks.

“If I had to, yes,” I reply easily.

“But you might not have?”

Shit. “I wasn’t trying to be secretive, but I don’t think it would have been good for you to worry about something like that. I…was worried. I thought someone was stalking you.”

“So…is that why you asked me to move in? And picked me up from work?”

I shrug, working the body wash across my chest.

She turns, opening the shower curtain, and storms out. “Layla,” I call, and her eyes are teary as she looks at me.

“You didn’t do any of that because you wanted to, right? It was because of that text?”

Oh. Fuck.

I did not think this through. I forgot that I need to be more careful with my wording. I’m not used to dealing with someone who gets emotional easy, and I don’t want to fuck this all up.

“Layla, look at me,” I insist, stepping out after her, placing my hand on her cheek. “Yes, I was driven to speed this along because of the texts. I was fucking terrified. All I know is that you’re safest if I have you, and if I need to have you always, I will. If I had to lock you up and throw away the key, I would. That does not mean I don’t want this, okay? I want you here. With me.”