The choice was no longer between mercy and ruin.
It was between the woman I had become and the woman I still was.
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.
I rocked against him slowly, deliberately, grinding down in deep possessive circles while the fracture inside my chest split wider than ever.
“I choose you,” I whispered against his ear, clenching around him rhythmically. “Not the rea
