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“It’s all for you. Only you.”

She reads it. Her cheeks turn an even darker shade of red. She looks at the image again and then she gasps, covering her lips with her hand.

“Oh my God.” She pulls her phone closer to her eyes. I watch her hand go from her mouth to the screen and her two fingers moving. She’s zooming and I grin.

“Is that my name?” Her eyes don’t leave the screen. “Are those cuts?”

“Yes.”

“I’m losing my mind. I have some type of mental disease or disorder,” She murmurs.

“No. You don’t.”

Before I can see her reaction, my other phone rings.

My father’s name flashes on the screen.

Boiling rage surges through me instantly.

“What?” I snap.

“I’m here to see you,” he says.

“Here, where?” I ask, already standing.

“Hellebore.”

I freeze.

“You are where?” I grab my bag and storm toward the door. “Don’t fucking touch anything until I get there.”

I hang up, jaw clenched so tight it hurts.

No. He can’t be there. That’s my sanctuary. Ours.

Mine and Briar.

I will kill him.

Chapter Fourteen

BRIAR

Isit on the cold wooden floor, staring at my phone but there is no new text. Is he still watching? Still listening?

I bite my lip hard and press play on the video again.

The candlelight flickers across his tall, broad frame as he moves over me, the black hellebore petals scattered across my skin, it almost looks ritualistic. His hands, strong, big but so careful as they peel my dress away. The way he looks at me…

Why didn’t he fuck me?

He could have. I was completely helpless, and yet he didn’t take it, he only gave.

I watch him kiss down my body, worshiping every inch. When his head settles between my thighs and he tastes me, a broken sound escapes my throat. My hand slides between my legs without thinking. I’m soaked.

“Oh God…” I breathe out, fingers circling my clit as I watch him devour me on the screen. His deep, gravelly groan vibrates through the phone when he slides a finger inside me.

My breathing turns ragged. My hips roll against my hand as the video plays on, his tongue working me, his shoulders flexing, the way my unconscious body arches for him. When he growls that low, wrecked “Fuck” my orgasm crashes into me.