Chapter 136

Now she’s sleeping soundly, hands tucked beneath her head, long brown lashes resting on freckled cheeks. Rosy nipples peeking through the blanket of her hair.

Sweetness intermixed with decadent sin. My innocent pervert.

I’m transfixed on her, seeing her as she is now, my gaze touching every part of her exposed body as I recall touching it all night. The idea of doing it all over again makes my dick twitch. I fucked her again and again, and still, it moves, and I’m afraid that I may not get enough of her before the time comes when I take my revenge and break her. Because there’s very little doubt in my mind that Harry killed my father.

Then she opens her eyes. The blue is so electric and brilliant, I’m suddenly staring at the little girl in the photo John gave me. She’s happy and kind. Untouched by the things done around her.

But it’s the instant smile, genuine and warm enough to heat me in an entirely different way than the sight of her body did, that robs me of breath. Like she’s tru