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  1. Cover
  2. PART I
  3. 1
  4. 2
  5. 3
  6. 4
  7. 5
  8. 6
  9. PART II
  10. 7
  11. 8
  12. 9
  13. 10
  14. 11
  15. 12
  16. PART III
  17. 13
  18. 14
  19. 15
  20. 16
  21. 17
  22. 18
  23. 19
  24. PART IV
  25. 20
  26. 21
  27. 22
  28. 23
  29. 24
  30. 25
  31. PART V
  32. 26
  33. 27
  34. 28
  35. 29
  36. 30
  37. 31
  38. PART VI
  39. 32
  40. 33
  41. 34
  42. 35
  43. ALSO BY THEODORA TAYLOR
  44. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

“Yes, closure. That is the word. Do you want closure, Dawn?” He used her original name sign, not D-Liar this time. “Do you want closure with me?”

They stared at each other after he asked this. The question vibrating between them as intense and bright as the past.

PART V

“It’s a surprise.”

26

DAWN

I woke up that morning with a delicious feeling below my waist. No, not a feeling, a hand. Victor’s fingers were inside my pussy.

Am I dreaming? That had happened a few super-disturbing times over the years since Victor had made me his prisoner by marriage.

It was only April. Not yet the days of the year when you could assume heat in Rhode Island. In fact, some mornings were quite chilly. Not this one. The hand rubbing into my core was warming me right on up.

No, not a dream, I decided.

There was never any foreplay in my dreams about Victor. Usually, it was only punishment. Or even worse, sweet memories of how we’d been in Tokyo before everything fell apart.

But this morning, Victor worked me expertly, in a way only he would in real life. His fingers moved in little circles, getting close to but not quite touching my special spot.

Then he moved in closer, his hard length pressing into my back as he slid his index and middle finger inside, rubbing me deeper. Opening me up to…

I gasped when he slid two more fingers in, filling me in a different way. But my innocent shock didn’t last too long. My legs soon fell open, my breaths becoming shorter as he pumped his hand into me.

I opened my eyes to the sight of us in the mirror and nearly gasped again at the sight.

Victor loomed over me, a tattooed demon with a merciless agenda. He had one sleeved arm wrapped around my neck, and the other one flexed and rolled as he worked my pussy. As for me, I looked like something fallen with my legs spread so wide to accommodate his hand pumping into my sex.

Thick waves of lust rippled through me, and soon, I was glistening with need.

“Victor…” I started to whine.

His hand became rougher between my legs, fingers plunging as the ball of his palm pressed into my clit. My pussy was heavy and aching now. So slick, his fingers easily moved inside me, deeper and deeper, as I humped my hips into his hand.

Victor eased away from my clit and nipped at my ear. It was a warning. He didn’t like when I came too quick.