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That sound nearly destroys me. I know I won’t last.

The hunger for her is too sharp. Too deep. I have been holding myself back for too long, and now there is nothing left between us but heat, breath, and the unbearable anticipation of losing control.

“I’m going to come,” she gasps.

“Wait for me.” My voice comes out rough, strained.

“I can’t…” Her breath catches. “I’m coming.”

I look down at her, and the sight of her undoes me.

Her eyes squeeze shut. Her lips part. Every trace of control disappears from her face as pleasure overtakes her, and something inside me finally breaks.

The wave hits me at the exact moment it takes her.

For one suspended second, there is nothing but us—breathless, trembling, completely lost in each other.

Then we fall over the edge together.

A low, jagged breath tears from my chest as the wave finally crashes over us, leaving us both breathless and spent on the mat. My forehead rests against hers, my lungs burning as I force my heartbeat to slow down from its dangerous, frantic rhythm.

She’s still beneath me, her hands trembling where they rest against my shoulder blades, her chest rising and falling against mine. The sight of her—flushed, undone, and entirely focused on me—hits harder than any blade or bullet ever could.

I roll off her onto my back, pulling her flush against my side so she isn't lying on the cold gym floor. She buries her face into the crook of my neck, her warm breath fanning across my collarbone.

“Rest a bit,” I tell her. “We’ll go slower this time. I’ll make you beg for it.”

She answers with a laugh that doesn’t go to my cock this time. It goes straight to my heart.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

ALEXIS

“I’m going with you and you can’t stop me.”

Cain slants me a look, his hand pausing on the heavy cufflink he’s trying to fasten. “Alexis, don’t be stubborn. It’s not your scene.”

“I don’t care. If you’re going to be fighting, I’m going.”

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, dropping his hands and rubbing his temples like I’m giving him an instant migraine.

The man actually thought he was going to slip out of the house undetected on a Friday night. If Riley hadn’t let it slip during our phone call earlier, I would have been left sitting in his quiet living room, completely oblivious while he threw himself into a pit of wild, bloodthirsty beasts.

The event is an exclusive, invitation-only fight club hidden beneath the city, owned and operated entirely by the Kavanaghs. It’s a dark arena where wealthy syndicate leaders and high-rolling criminals bet obscene amounts of money on brutal, unsanctioned fights.

Tonight, Cain has to step into the ring himself to send a message to a few unruly factions—and he expected me to just stay home and knit?

Not a chance.

I smooth down the front of my sleek black dress, crossing my arms over my chest as I stand firmly in front of the bedroom door, blocking his exit.

"I have a personal driver and a security detail now, remember?" I remind him with a sweet, lethal smile. "So either I go with you in your car, or I follow right behind you in mine. Your choice, Cain."

Cain stares at me, his dark eyes narrowing into dangerous slits as he takes a slow, heavy step toward me, towering over my frame. "It's loud, it's bloody, and it's full of drunk, unpredictable bastards who'd love nothing more than to find a weakness in a Kavanagh."

"Then it's a good thing I'm learning how to defend myself," I shoot back without flinching. "Besides, I'm not leaving you to go get your face caved in without watching."

A muscle twitches violently in his jaw, but as he looks down at my unyielding expression, the anger in his eyes slowly gives way to sheer, exhausted defeat.