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BROOKSThe file hit the floor with a heavy slap, just inches from my stilettos.“That’s not what I asked you to do,” Stephan said coldly, not even bothering to look up at me. “Try paying attention next time.”I stared at the folder like it had teeth, biting down on my pride. My heart was thudding in my ears, louder than the silence that followed.“I did exactly what—”He looked up then, eyes cutting through me like a knife, and just like that, the words dried on my tongue.“Say it again,” he said, voice soft but full of that dangerous undertone I’d come to know too well. “Go on. Imply one more time that I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.”I swallowed. My fists clenched at my sides.It was right there, right at the tip of my tongue to snap. To scream. To tell him that if he was going to keep treating me like this, then maybe he should let me go. Let me walk away. Let me go back to my old job, the one he had ripped from under me without so much as a goddamn warning.But that would

BROOKSHe didn’t give me time to breathe.Didn’t give me a second to adjust.He began to move, hard and fast, each thrust brutal, deep, like he was trying to split me in two. The slap of skin echoed off the walls, mingling with my ragged cries and his filthy growls.“You feel that?” he snarled, teeth bared, sweat slicking his temples. “This is what you fucking wanted, isn’t it? This is what you came back for.”His hands dug into my ass as he drove into me over and over, hips crashing into mine like he wanted to leave bruises.“God, you’re so tight,” he groaned. “Still greedy for my cock after I ruined you in my office. After I bent you over that table and made you come with my hand wrapped around your throat.”I moaned, legs trembling around his waist, every part of me stretching around him, raw and desperate and so close to unraveling.“Harder,” I gasped, lips brushing his ear. “Please—harder, Stephan—”His laugh was low and vicious. “Begging now?” He mocked. “Thought you hated me.”

BROOKSI sank to the floor, the cold marble biting against my knees, but I didn’t care. The position was demeaning, humiliating, head tilted up, eyes in a daze, but I was way past caring. Maybe Stephan was right. I liked being used like this.Heath stepped forward, slow and controlled, his hand wrapped lazily around the base of his cock. The tip was flushed and wet, already leaking precum.“Tongue out,” he said, voice thick with sin.I obeyed, lips parting, tongue slipping out.He smirked, then dragged the swollen tip across it. Smearing it. Marking me. A groan rumbled from his chest, low and primal.“Fuck, you remember how I taste?” he asked, cockhead gliding along the flat of my tongue. “Did you miss this?”I whimpered, the answer caught in my throat.“What was that?” he taunted, gripping the back of my head. “Did you miss this cock, or not?”“Yes,” I whispered.He leaned closer, voice a growl against my cheek. “Louder, Brooks. I want the walls to hear it.”“Yes!” I cried, cheeks b

CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHTZADEI woke up to pain.Not the sharp, bleeding kind. No, this one was dull, loud, and knocking hard against the inside of my skull like a pissed-off drummer.“Fuck,” I groaned, dragging a hand down my face.Everything was blurry at first, light filtering in too aggressively through the blinds, the sheets tangled around my waist, my mouth dry like I swallowed chalk. I reached for the glass of water I wished was on the nightstand and paused.There was something there.A cup. Steam curling lazily from the surface.“Careful. It’s hot.”My head snapped in the direction of the voice, and there she was. Brooks. Sitting on the armchair across the room, legs crossed, hair tousled like she hadn’t slept much either. A tiny smirk played on her lips.“You look like hell,” she added, rising to her feet and walking toward me.“Thanks,” I croaked, voice thick. “Feel like it too.”“That’s what you get for drinking so much,” she teased, arms folding across her chest.I squinted

BROOKSThe fuck?I stared at him, eyes wide, chest caving in on itself. My mouth opened, but no words came, fingers digging into the couch cushion.Heath sipped his wine again, the red glinting like blood against his lips. He watched me through the rim of the glass, patient, unreadable.No. No, no, no, no.Maybe I heard wrong. Maybe it was a joke. A dark, twisted joke.“Heath…” My voice cracked, barely audible. “What did you just say?”He lowered the glass, rolled his eyes like I was being dramatic.“You heard me.”My heart skipped a beat. Or two. Or maybe it just stopped.He let out a breath, casual, like he was already bored of the conversation. “You can stop with the wheels turning in your head, Brooks,” he said with a breeze. “You’re not crazy. Yes, I killed Chia and yes, I framed Aaron for it.”There was no dramatic pause. No remorse. No shift in tone.Just yes, I killed Chia and yes, I framed Aaron for it like it was a goddamn grocery list.I blinked at him, mouth slack. I coul