She was mine, mine, mine.

Her wetness had doubled, and I slid another finger into her. Three fingers, and she took them. Took them all as I continued to force her into nirvana again and again and again.

“Bryce, please.” Her voice was raspy as she panted. “I can’t. I can’t. No more.”

I looked toward her, my lips and chin wet from her honey. “You can,” I said. “And you will.”

Chapter Thirty-Six

Marjorie

I lay limp. I couldn’t give any more. Couldn’t. He’d worn me down. My body was replete. My pussy had no more to give. I had no more to give.

Yet still he fucked me hard with his fingers, tormented me with his tongue. Tortured me with his sparkling eyes that looked upon me with raw lust.

“Can’t,” I said again. “Can’t.”

He didn’t stop, only thrust his fingers harder and harder into me, finding a spot so deep that took me to a new level.

Passion whirled around me, almost visibly cloaking us. And he forced another climax from me.

And then another.

I shivered. I quaked. I sank into the bed and became nothing. Nothing but the pulses of climax after climax. Marjorie Steel was gone. All that was left was her pussy that wouldn’t stop pulsating. Would never stop pulsating.

Each pulse pushed outward, taking my whole body with it, sinking me deeper and deeper into something, something, something…

Until the last shred of Marjorie Steel was gone, the light flickered out.

Only Bryce. I was here only for Bryce.

For a moment, I was okay with that.

But only for a moment.

“Stop,” I said softly.

I meant it. I couldn’t lose myself. Not tonight. Not until we found my mother. She was as innocent as a child—as Talon had been at ten—and she needed me. Needed all of us.

My voice must have resonated the anguish I felt. Bryce finally unclamped his mouth from my pussy and looked up, his lips and chin awash in the shine from my juices.

He said nothing.

“It was wonderful,” I said. “Truly wonderful. But I have no business getting lost in you right now. No business getting lost in anything, for that matter.”

Again, nothing.

Did he understand? Or was he still full of raging lust? He’d come already, but clearly he was hard again.

Finally—

“You’re right,” he said.

I gave him a weak smile.

“I went a little crazy when you didn’t answer your phone. And then, to see you with Colin…”

“Colin means nothing to me. He isn’t any threat to you.”

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