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“I’m going to hell for this, but fuck…I love you. Let hell swallow me whole, if it means I get one more night with you.” I nipped at her ear and slowly pumped. The little whimpers were so familiar, and my body lit up and recharged like she was what I had needed to sustain me for so long and had been missing.

“Yes, please, oh god, Dario.” Jasmine’s body tightened, and the walls of her pussy gripped me. She was close, and I wouldn’t be far behind. Releasing her hands, I reared up and pulled her with me until she sat in my lap with her knees straddling me on the bed. Wrapping Jasmine’s arms around my neck, I grabbed her ass and bounced her on my cock. She cried out, her body shuddering. I knew all of her favorite positions with me.

“Oh please, don’t stop.” Nails ran across my shoulders.

Growling, I bounced her faster and held her up until she screamed and came. Her back arched away from me, but I held her firm and let her ride her release. Her dark nipple was too enticing as her breasts pushed up into my face. I sucked the hard peak into my mouth and groaned when I felt her soak me as her muscles clenched my cock.

“Fuck, yes.” Closing my eyes, I thrust up into her hard as I came. The release seemed endless as I held her tight. I wanted to collapse to my side and take her with me.

“I love you,” she said, her voice wavering and soft.

“I love you, Amorina,” I said, kissing her neck.

“Did you just come in her?” I turned my head to glare at Angelo. I had no idea if he just walked in or watched.

“I fucking did, and you’re not going to say shit to me about it because I have been by your side, protecting your ass, and ended up a fugitive because of you. I will be loyal until I take my last fucking breath, but you are not giving her to me in half measures anymore.” He cocked a brow at me.

“Is that so?”

Standing, I lifted Jasmine and cradled her in my arms like I had when we were children. Marching toward him and the bathroom door, I stopped and stared at my best friend.

“Yeah, it is. Would you really deny me this?”

His jaw twitched, but he looked away and unclenched his hands. “No.”

“Good, then we aren’t going to have a problem other than seeing who can get her pregnant first.” I smirked as Anglo’s eyes flared with the challenge. “Also, I’m cleaning her up. You two can do the room.”

“Why do you get to choose,” Enzo asked as he walked into the room eating a sandwich.

“Because you’re too weak not to fuck her again and scare the shit out of her if she woke up, and Angelo would probably drown her in the tub by accident. I’m not trusting either of you to do this.” Using my foot, I slammed the bathroom door behind me. Fuck that felt good.

Chapter Thirty

JASMINE

Keeping my eyes closed, I slid my hand to the far side of the bed, but it was once more empty. I knew the room would be perfect and the doors and windows locked, yet I could feel their hands on my body and smell their scents in my nose.

I was slowly losing my mind. Every night for the past week, I argued with myself about perpetuating this obsession by taking the Absolem. Ultimately, I was weak and gave in, needing to feel their touch. I was in love with the ghosts in my mind, and it scared me, but I didn’t want it to end.

My eyes fluttered open, and I stared at the plain white ceiling with age cracks and knew that if I kept this up, one day, I would end up just like this house. Old, alone, and practically forgotten among the tall, young trees.

I swung my legs out of bed and quickly re-made it before doing my morning stretches and getting ready for the day. When I got downstairs, I fed my little mice roommates first, then went to check on my vegetables.

The nightlights were still on, and I flicked them off as I walked in. My mouth fell open as I stared at the rows. It was like magic how quickly everything was growing. They had doubled in size over the last few days, and the room was filled with the sweet scent of fresh fruit, vegetables, and herbs. They were much larger than the book, I bought from Jack. said they should be, but they looked close to ripe.

Plucking one of the bright red strawberries, I popped it in my mouth and moaned with the sweet flavor. They were delicious, and that little morsel put a smile on my face.

I wanted to be a badass woman who could do something worthwhile on my own, and this was the first time my new life felt real. Picking up my growing bible, I looked at the images and read the description and according to it, the vegetables were a couple of days away from being picked. Now I needed a place to sell them.

Jogging into the kitchen with a revived spring in my step, I put on a pot of coffee and grabbed a granola bar and yogurt for breakfast. Fishing around in the kitchen cupboards, I found a thermos and poured my coffee into it to take outside.

It was a beautiful, late summer day, and I breathed in the morning air as I stepped out the door. The first thing I needed to scope out was a location to sell my wares. Not having a car was an issue. Reaching the end of the driveway, I looked both ways and sighed. This wouldn’t work if no one knew I was here. The small country road ran in either direction for too long a distance for anyone to see my stand from the main roads, but I also didn’t want to drag everything a mile away.

Inspiration hit as I stared at a faded sign leaning against what looked like a tool shed. It was weathered for sure, but still in decent condition. All I needed to do was paint it and put stakes on the back so it would stand in the ground.

I was pulling things out of the shed when I heard a vehicle pull in and turned to see Enzo’s SUV. It was hard to keep the smile from consuming my entire face as he stepped out and waved. Butterflies soared at the sight of him even though he came to me every night in my dreams, and we did far dirtier things than the soft touches and kisses we’d shared so far.

“What do we have going on here,” Enzo asked as he stared at the piles of wood.