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“Mine.”

I spend a few seconds admiring the cut Mikael gave her. He did it with such precision, such love.

“What does it feel like?” I ask her.

She arches her back and moans. “What does what feel like?” She can barely speak, her body shaking.

“The pleasure I’m giving you right now. Does it burn?”

Her cherry lips part and total fear radiates out of her eyes. The paradox between her brain and body, a burning desire driven by total manipulation.

She shouldn’t have feelings for me—everything about Summer and I is wrong, and that’s what makes it so special.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” I whisper, and she nods, knowing she can’t fight it.

Fighting it hurts.

Her pussy is already wet by the time I press inside her, and she is as amazing as I expected.

Mikael’s memory of fucking her all those years ago comes rushing back, as if it was my own. His tendrils grip me, they tug and latch so hard my world slowly shrinks and everything drifts. Everything softens. Everything goes black⁠—

I get utterly lost inside her. I fuck her so hard, so deeply on my desk. I can’t get close enough to her.

“Lincoln,” she murmurs, her arms wrapping around me, her lips tracing a path along my neck.

Her voice jolts me back from my brief lapse, bringing me back to reality and control.

“Lincoln…fuck,” she moans.

I don’t hold back and fuck her silly against my desk. I could have sex with her for hours, and it would still never be enough. Her legs wrap around me, squeezing her knees against my torso. She’s also trying to release some indescribable pressure as I pound her, and just as I’m about to come, dark laughter consumes my soul, bouncing off the walls.

Fuck… I will not let him have her. I press my hands on either side of her, but I can’t stop it.

I’m already gone.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-THREE

MIKAEL

Pretty girl.

My pretty girl…

My body jolts, and right as I come to my full senses, I pull out before I unload all over her. The release would be absolute bliss after being in darkness for so long, but I want to savor this.

My skin is my own again. Every nerve tingles; every movement, motion, and emotion is mine and mine alone. For the moment, at least, I’ve snuffed him out. He may be stronger when he’s in his element with his books, and his fancy words, and his theories. But with Summer, he will never be stronger than me.

Summer is mine.

She trembles beneath me, and my dick is immediately hard again. I continue to fuck her on his lavish desk, wanting to soil every square inch of it. My dick slides in and out, and this sensation is the only thing that kept me sane during my muted existence.

If possible, it’s better than it was two years ago; her pussy is tight, like she’s been waiting for me.

The only reason I’ve been able to keep my rage in check is because of how euphoric she is. It’s prevented me from reaching for the pair of scissors, conveniently resting just three inches away from my fingertips, and using them to carve up the beautiful face I hate so fucking much.

“Lincol—”