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“Tap out,” he whispers, but I don’t. “Damn it, Amy, tap fucking out!”

His breath is hot on my open mouth, but I don’t move. I don’t tap out.

I wrap my legs around his waist to take more of him, and my hands loosen from fists to land on his shoulders. I keep them there.

“You’ll tap out,” he hisses. “Fucking hell, Amy, you will tap out.”

But I won’t.

My ears start ringing as my head swims. It’s calmer now. Everything is so much calmer.

His cock doesn’t hurt in my ass anymore. Nothing hurts.

Everything feels amazing.

I stop struggling for breath. I finally find peace.

Dots dance across my vision and it’s okay here. I’m happy here.

I brush my thumb across his cheek, but he feels so far away.

Tap out, Amy. Fucking hell.

He feels so far away.

His eyes are the last thing I see before mine close.





Chapter Forty-Four





Alexander



My blood is on fucking fire as I pound her fucking ass.

It’s a punishment fuck, pure as fucking sin. Raw and brutal and angry. So fucking angry.

I hate the way I love being inside her. I hate the way my cock still craves this.

My eyes bore into hers as I scream at her to tap the fuck out and get this over with.

But she doesn’t.

She fucking doesn’t.

I tug the belt tighter around her pretty throat and she doesn’t even squirm. Her fingers brush my cheek and she smiles at me.

It breaks my fucking heart all over again.

Tap out.

Everything in me is screaming at everything in her.

Just tap the fuck out, you crazy fucking bitch. Stop lying to me.

Her hands fall to the bedsheets as her eyes close.

I stop thrusting the second her chest stops heaving.

“Amy?” It’s a stupid question. Her head lolls limp, and she’s pale, like a fucking ghost.

I yank that fucking belt free in a heartbeat. I tap her face and tell her she’s proved her point. Fuck, she’s proved her fucking point.

I shake her shoulders and demand she fucking answer me.

But she doesn’t.

“Jesus, Amy,” I hiss. “Wake up. Christ, wake up.” My blood runs cold. “Amy!”

I fight the panic. Force down the terror.

“Please wake up. God fucking forgive me, Amy, please wake up.”

Her eyes open wide as she gulps. They focus on mine as she splutters and gurgles.

She takes one long desperate breath and so do I. I’m shaking. Trembling as I pull her into my arms.

Oh God, how I hold her. I smooth her hair with my heart pounding against hers.

She’s dazed. Confused as she orientates herself.

“Alexander?” she whispers and her breath is so fucking raw.

“I’m sorry,” I breathe. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

“I’m okay,” she rasps. “It’s okay.”

But it’s not. This will never be fucking okay. I tell her so, and my voice is as raspy as hers.

“I didn’t tap out,” she says. “I wasn’t lying. I’d never tap out.”

I’m the biggest cunt in the fucking world. A bigger cunt than that asshole Claude or any one of my fucking clients. A bigger cunt than my filthy fucking father.

I press my lips to her forehead and she sighs. Her body melts to mine as though she still cares, and it breaks me all over again.

I wish it was me without breath.

I wish it was me who’d choked in her arms.

“Jesus, Amy, I thought you were gone,” I whisper, and my voice is lost in her hair.

Her hand buries in mine. Her fingers are so gentle.

“It’s Lissa,” she says. “Everyone calls me Lissa.”

“Lissa,” I breathe, and I feel her smile.

“You’ve no idea how much I’ve wanted to hear you say it,” she says, and I must be a fucking fool all over again, because I believe her.

God fucking help me, I believe her.



Melissa



I thought staring into Alexander Henley’s eyes as I slipped away was the most blissful thing in the world.

But I was wrong.

Staring into Alexander Henley’s eyes as I come back is the most blissful thing in the world.

My chest feels dry and achy. Every breath makes me cough.

Even so, it still pains when he pulls away. I’m reaching out for him as he heads for the mini bar.

I pull him close as he comes back with a glass of water.

“I’m sorry,” he says again.

I shake my head. “I’m the one who came here to say sorry.”

The cold water feels so nice as I swallow. I drink it down in long sips and he takes the empty glass from me.

The bed is so comfortable here, nearly as comfy as his. I curl into a ball and he lays at my side.

I want to stay here forever.

I’d give anything to make this ok.

“Can you speak?” he asks and I nod.