Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 42128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
“I’m not fuckin’ pulling out, angel. Gonna plant my seed deep inside you, and make damn sure you take every drop.”
I was pretty sure she was too lost in pleasure to really hear me.
The second her pussy started spasming around my bare cock while her screams filled the room, instinct took over. I buried myself as deep as I could go and came hard enough that my whole body locked for a moment. Come spurted from my dick, stuffing her full of my cream. I pounded in and out again, working her through her orgasm as my tip bumped her cervix with every thrust so I knew I was leaving my seed as deep as possible.
Delaney cried out again while I filled her in long, heavy pulses, and every primitive instinct in me roared with savage satisfaction.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
Fucking hell, I didn’t know how many damn times I had thought that word. I should be sick of chanting it in my head by now, but I didn’t think that would ever happen.
Once I emptied myself inside her, I finally collapsed forward, catching myself before my weight crushed her. My breathing was ragged when I rolled us carefully onto, keeping her sprawled over me with my cock still buried inside her.
Neither of us could speak for a while.
The sheets tangled around our legs while Delaney lay limp against me, still trembling faintly from how hard she’d come. My hand moved slowly up and down her back while I pressed a kiss against her temple. She made a sleepy little sound against my throat, and fuck if that didn’t make my cock twitch inside her again.
“Rest for a minute, angel.”
I knew I should give her body time after taking her virginity, but my still semi-hard cock was already swelling back to full steel inside her warm, slick heat. And I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist rolling her underneath me and starting all over again.
12
DELANEY
Acouple of days after we first had sex, Soren sat me down on the edge of his bed. His expression was serious, but his thumb brushed gently over my knuckles like he was trying to soothe me before he even started speaking.
“Jax and Apex have been digging deep, and we’ve confirmed some things. Magnus traveled a lot for projects such as restoration work, consulting, conferences, and museum partnerships. His movements line up with multiple missing women over the past several years. From what we’ve pieced together, it seems they were taken after a period of observation with cooling-off gaps in between.”
My stomach dropped as he laid out how the women shared similarities with me. They were young, involved in preservation programs, museum internships, or historical research. Then he told me the financial records showed strange patterns too. Preservation supply purchases that didn’t match any official inventory, storage unit payments, diverted grants, and property records that started and stopped around his travel dates.
It painted a horrifying picture of a long-term pattern.
“He’s been selecting victims through professional access.”
I felt the blood drain from my face as the significance of it all settled over me. There had been others. Women who had probably sat across from Magnus in labs just like I had, never knowing what he really was.
Grief hit me hard for those women I would never meet. And the guilt when I thought about the other woman who had been lying so perfectly arranged beside me in that nightmare room. She hadn’t made it out. But I had.
“He’s been doing this for years.” A tear spilled down my cheek. “And I got away when so many others didn’t. I survived.”
Soren nodded. “But there’s something else. The other day, Edge was joking that Magnus has probably been curled up crying about me ruining his plans, and it got me thinking. We didn’t just prevent Magnus from completing his ritual, we stopped him halfway through. And the more I considered that, I realized the more dangerous that interruption makes him.”
My brows knit together. “How?”
He drew in a slow breath, as though thinking it through carefully. “Serial offenders have routines and rituals. Normally, if their cycle is interrupted, they still take their cooling-off period before trying again. But Magnus’s ritual was already partially completed. He’s been disrupted mid-process—he can’t just give up on this one and start again. He needs completion.”
“But I escaped, so he has no way of finding that closure.”
I could tell he was trying to keep his expression neutral while he responded, as if he was trying to downplay what he had to tell me.
I felt the blood drain from my face as I realized what he’d been trying not to say. “Which means he might try to regain control another way—by choosing another victim,” I whispered.
His expression told me I was right. A tear slid down my cheek, and he instantly pulled me fully against him, wrapping me in his arms securely. “He won’t touch you again,” he promised roughly, his voice firm, unyielding. “And we won’t let him hurt anyone else. We’ll find him.”