The choice between mercy and ruin had never felt so thin.
I stayed straddling Justin’s lap, his throbbing c**k buried deep inside me, the neutral sensitizer turning every tiny shift into liquid fire and velvet. The afternoon sun had deepened to a bloody amber, casting long shadows across the treatment room like the final curtain falling. Explosions shook the foundations. Gunfire cracked through the corridors. Kane’s forces had breached the medical wing. The Black Veil Clinic was moments from falling.
Yet here, in this room, time had slowed to the rhythm of our bodies.
I rocked against him slowly, deliberately, grinding down in deep possessive circles while the fracture inside my chest split wider than ever.
“Mercy or ruin,” I whispered against his ear, clenching around him rhythmically
