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I cry out, my hands clutching at Lars’ shoulders as my body trembles. Gabriel groans against my pussy, sucking, circling my clit until sparks fire in my vision.

Lars cups my face, forcing me to look at him, his eyes burning with what looks like love.

“You’re everything to me, Bella,” he whispers fiercely. “How did I find someone so perfect?”

The praise crashes through me, breaking me open. I smile against his lips as he kisses me, tender and deep, and Gabriel rises behind me.

I’m pinned between reverence and filth, love and hunger, and all I can do is surrender.

Gabriel climbs up beside us, his chest slick with sweat, his mouth still shining with me. He presses a soft kiss on my shoulder. Then he runs a hand through Lars’ hair.

He leans over and I watch as he licks Lars’ bottom lip. Lars turns his head and Gabriel claims his mouth in a deep kiss. They both exhale and I’m transfixed by them.

They take turns kissing me, Gabriel’s mouth tender against mine, Lars brushing over the curve of my neck, the edge of my jaw. Every kiss is worshipful, pulling me back down from the chaos.

The demanding man I witnessed earlier is gone and in his place is someone gentle. He’s whispering words of praise against Lars’ lips and Lars relaxes.

“You did so well, Lars.” He kisses his jaw. “Such a good boy, so fucking good.”

My heart aches with the tenderness in his voice and my eyessting with tears that I don’t bother to hide. I let them hold me, kiss me, until my body stills and my breathing calms.

Finally, Gabriel leans close, pressing one last kiss to my lips. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

He rises from the bed, disappearing into the bathroom. The sound of water running drifts back into the room, while Lars keeps me tucked against him, his thumb tracing soft circles on my hip. No words are needed now, just soft touches and the sound of our heartbeats.

“Do you want to leave?” he asks quietly.

I reach up, my fingers stroking his jaw, feeling the grit of stubble under my hand. “No,” I whisper. “What if we stayed for a bit?”

His brows pull tight, his gaze searching mine. “You’re sure?”

“Yes.” My voice is steadier this time, my heart pounding with the truth. “Is that okay?”

Lars exhales hard, his shoulders easing, his thumb sweeping across my cheek. “Yes.”

I walkinto the bathroom and close the door behind me.

Fuck.

I slump against the door, limbs spent, and I look up to the ceiling and try to calm my thoughts. That was so perfect, so intense, it waseverything. I push off the door, throwing away the condom and grip the vanity, my head hanging between my shoulders. I push out my breath and turn the water on cold. I splash my face and wash up.

I should tell them to leave. Tell them this was great and make up some shit about an early meeting. Because, I know, if they sleep in that bed beside me, the lines will not just be blurred, they’ll be obliterated. And if I allow myself to fully submit to this growing obsession, I’ll no longer be able to pull a trigger if I need to.

And that could cost me my life.

I yank the hand towel from its hanger and cover my face with a whispered curse. I need to collect myself, and I need to be composed. Taking a deep breath, I throw the towel in the hamperand grab a replacement from the closet. After one final determined look at my reflection, I open the door.

Neomi lies in the middle of my bed, draped over Lars. They look so fucking beautiful together like this—spent and satiated. My heart does a treacherous flip, and I know I don’t have the willpower to ask them to leave.

Lars turns his head on the pillow, and tentatively says, “Hey, I can call my driver if you want your bed to yourself.”

I surrender to my want all too quickly and shake my head. “No need. You’re welcome to stay. Would you like some water?”

“That would be great, thank you.” Neomi smiles.

I pull on a pair of clean boxer briefs from the dresser and walk to the kitchen. I look into the living room and see the scattered pieces of clothes and tossed shoes. The piano sits in the corner of the as if it could testify to the sins of the evening.

I open the fridge and grab bottles of water. I set two on the counter as I open a third and take a drink. I look down at the counter and see my phone. Picking it up, a notification flashes.