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“These last few are mine.” Pulling my hand with force, he murmurs in my ear, never letting go of my wiggling wrist.

His words are definite, and I wouldn’t dare protest, though I can’t stop myself from crying out until it’s swallowed by his mouth. Attacking me with fury, Jett’s tongue laps up the slickness I made for him.

Writhing beneath him, I moan as the strong strokes of his tongue threaten to tip me over the edge.

“Holy… I’m so close,” I whimper, feeling every part of my body pause as it waits for the countdown.

“If I died tomorrow, the last meal I’d want is you, Sofia baby.”

And that’s all it takes—that nickname, that admission.

Unable to hold off any longer, I cry out his name as my pussy quivers around Jett’s lips while he drinks in every drop of my arousal.

“Oh my god,” I groan, heaving as I come down from the high of him.

But it isn’t enough. Not right now, not when this is the end.

“More,” I almost yell, needing him closer.

Ridding himself of his T-shirt and jeans, Jett stands above me in tented briefs, palming his hard length as I catch my breath.

Eyeing the bulge in his underwear, a dribble of wetness soaks through a spot on the front, and the sight makes my chest tighten.

Will being this intimate ever feel safe with anyone again?

“You’re so perfect for me. Please don’t forget that.”

CHAPTER 60

JETT

A breathy moan leaves the beautiful lips beneath me, forcing me out of my head.

“No matter what it takes, Fia, I want this. No matter how hard, no matter how painful, I need this with you.”

Lining myself at Fia’s entrance, I take a moment to look at the two of us before mixing our togetherness.

I only feel more fucked up than I was before spending thirty-one years without my father. I don’t want to be without Fia, but my clarity about life might just need a break from everything.

My father is a monster.

And while he didn’t do anything to Fia, I can’t wrap my mind around the fact that who he is, and what he stands for, links me to the monster who destroyed my angel.

In a disconnected way, it feels like, I, too, am part of it.

“Why does it feel like you’re pulling away?”

Her composure slips, the wall she’s built around herself slowly invisible, only for me.

“I’m in my head, Sofia baby. I can’t lose you.”

I push the tip of my cock into her warm, wet entrance, prolonging every inch just so I can memorize this feeling.

“You.” I thrust, letting the feeling of her take over my body.

“Are the best.”

Thrust.