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JAYCE BECKETT Renato was the weirdest motherfucker I had ever seen.One moment, he was laughing, his eyes sparkling with mirth; barely ten seconds later, every hint of amusement had vanished from his face, replaced by a chilling mask of indifference. His features were frozen, his eyebrows arched in a haunting curve, and a thin, ominous line etched itself between his brows. The transformation was jarring, sending a shiver down my spine as I gazed into his eyes, now cold and unyielding. The laughter had been extinguished, leaving only an unsettling void that seemed to stare back at me with an unblinking intensity."You feds are very fascinating," he said slowly, his words dripping with deliberate precision, as if he was savoring each syllable. I couldn't fathom what he found captivating about my line of questioning, there was absolutely nothing remotely intriguing about it. Yet, Renato's gaze held an unnerving intensity, like he was unraveling threads of my very being. He took a st
JAYCE BECKETT I was getting scared of this man.I was getting scared of Renato, and I could tell he saw the fear in my eyes. My gaze involuntarily drifted to the picture on the bed, and the eyes staring back at me sent chills down my spine. It was uncanny – I felt like I was staring right back at myself. The picture felt like a mirror under my gaze.If it weren't for the differences in hair color and freckles, I would've sworn it was me in the picture. Aspen's hair was a shade darker, and he had freckles on his nose, which I didn't. But the resemblance was striking. How could we both look so alike and end up entangled with a man like Renato? What were the odds? The thought that this person, with such a gentle smile and soulful stare, was dead and possibly killed by Renato terrified me. He claimed he didn't commit the murder, saying he couldn't recall everything that happened that day, but that it was just the two of them that night. If that's true, who killed Aspen? The circum
RENATO MARINO "Did you hurt him?" Jayce whispered the question again, his eyes locked intensely on mine. Something shifted in his gaze, and I understood exactly what it meant – a silent plea for reassurance that I hadn't hurt Aspen, the man I claimed to love. But I couldn't lie about what had happened. Slowly, I reached out and grasped Jayce's shoulder, my fingers tracing the curve of his bicep down to his wrist. I wrapped my fingers around his wrist, then released all but my thumb, tracing my fingers along the back of his hand, the same hand that cupped my cheek. My larger hand covered his, still resting on my cheek. "I didn't plan to hurt him," I said truthfully. "I never wanted to. But I was high on drugs, and Aspen kept provoking me, throwing his lover in my face. It pissed me off." Jayce's stare was piercing, making it impossible to twist the truth or lie about what had happened. In that moment, he could have asked me to confess to anything, and I would have done so witho
RENATO MARINO Who's Aspen?The question caught me off guard, not because I was hesitant to reveal the truth, but because I had assumed he was indifferent, that he didn't care enough to ask. Yet, here he was, inquiring about Aspen, and the realization that he actually did care sent a surge of elation through me. I was taken aback by the intensity of my own emotions, the happiness that bubbled up like a fountain, refusing to be contained. As I gazed at Jayce, I was struck by the fierce intensity that emanated from him. He sat with his arms crossed, his eyes blazing with a fire that seemed to pierce right through me. Our gazes locked, and for a moment, time stood still. He was breathtakingly beautiful, a work of art that defied perfection. No, 'beautiful' wasn't enough. He was sublime, a masterpiece that left me speechless. Breathless.Jayce scoffed, rolling his eyes in exasperation as the silence between us stretched on for what felt like an eternity. Over five minutes had passed,
JAYCE BECKETT Clenching my breath as he soared through my opening, sinking into me on a sigh, as if he'd finally found warmth and comfort after being out in the cold.He didn’t move, and I followed his lead, my pulse prodding erratically at my skin when he buried his nose in the hair at my nape and inhaled, eyes closed.Maybe his damn cock was broken, because I couldn't figure out what was going on with him. Three good times.We'd done it three times already tonight, and he still hadn't come – not even once. So, clearly, the problem wasn't me; he must have been the one who was broken"Are you...are you close?" I panted, my breaths coming in ragged gasps, as he pounded into me with reckless abandon. The headboard slammed against the wall with a deafening crash, the wooden frame shuddering ominously, as if the entire piece of furniture was on the verge of splintering apart"Almost there." He moaned, his nails digging deep into my chest like talons, as he gripped me with a vise-like i
JAYCE BECKETT I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t swallow. I was going to die from choking on my own saliva.Renato's cock inside me felt like a massive weapon shoved into my ass, it fucking hurt a lot having him inside me and I didn't remember sex with him ever being this way.It fucking hurt a lot, and I couldn't even bring myself to relax.It was like my hole was a virgin all over again, as if I hadn't had anything in there before. Which, of course, wasn't true.What changed?Renato had fucked me plenty of times and it was never this bad, not even the first night we first had sex.Renato's whispered words tickled my ear. "Jayce, please relax for me. I don't want to hurt you." But his heavy weight pinning me down into the mattress only made it harder to comply.I feel like I'm getting weaker, or maybe he's just getting stronger. Has it been too long since I last worked out? Is that the reason? Ugh, I really don't know what's going on here...shit!If only I fucking know what's going on