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slowly crawled closer. She backed up until she was huddled against the headboard. “But neither was he planning on letting them remain alive for much longer after you’d both departed for Argentina.”
    He cornered her upon his knees, placing a hand on either side of her petite frame against the ornate, wrought iron headboard. “He would’ve sent someone else to do his dirty work, and he would’ve made it look like an accident, but he’d have gotten rid of them.”
    He was too close for her comfort, his mud-streaked arms caging her in. He smelled of earth. Of sweat. Of man.
    “And you’d never have been the wiser. You might’ve loved a man who had murdered your parents for the rest of your life without ever knowing it.”
    “I—I can’t believe that.” She squeezed the soft flesh of her thighs with restless, clammy hands, hoping to ground herself.
    He leaned closer, his biceps flexing, his chest and shoulder muscles rippling beneath his smooth, filthy, bronzed skin. His gaze was far too feral-looking for her to meet, so she lowered her eyes to the lace trim on the bodice of her nightdress. But then his penis—now in her line of vision— moved . And her terrified emerald eyes shot back up to his face.
    Because he was semi-hard.
    “Why not, Lupe? I’m telling you, I knew him, and he would’ve wanted your heart and devotion all to himself. That’s who Nahuel Salvatella was. Why won’t you accept it?”
    “I don’t know!” she bleated, not knowing where to look or how to escape as he inched nearer still.
    “Why?” He tilted his face level with hers. “Why blame yourself for what that asshole did to you?”
    “He killed them because of me!”
    At her wailed outcry, Kai pounced, and Lupe found herself flat on her back, the wind knocked from her lungs, her legs pinned beneath his, her arms secured on either side of her head in an iron grip.
    “Wrong,” he rasped, his face inches from hers. “He killed them because he was a murderous asshole with no talent for controlling his temper.”
    She squirmed, her heart racing, her breaths coming too fast. “But I fell for him! Was so sure I was in love with him— a murderous asshole!”
    “I know.”
    “I let him touch me.” She panted for air. “Let him come inside me.” She couldn’t move. No matter how much she wriggled.
    “I know.”
    “There were signs.” She couldn’t breathe. Yet somehow she was still talking—saying more than she knew she should. “So many signs! But I didn’t know they were signs.”
    “How could you have known?” His voice was calm, while she was becoming hysterical.
    “And I liked it—the way he touched me. I liked him!”
    “I know. I know.”
    She’d stopped struggling, because it was futile. “Thought he was my fairytale come true.”
    “I know. It’s okay.” Kai licked the side of her face. She was too distraught to question why.
    “Thought we’d live happily ever after.”
    “You couldn’t have known.” He licked the other side.
    “One minute we were holding hands—and it was the happiest moment of my life, and the next, there was blood everywhere.”
    “I’m sorry, Lupe.” His mouth found her neck, his tongue lapping at the underside of her jaw. It was warm. Soothing.
    “My mother … she was in pieces …”
    “So sorry.”
    She tilted her head to give him better access to lick her throat. “There was so much … ”
    “I know.”
    “So much blood … comes out of bodies.”
    “Know it. Seen it.”
    “Blood and pieces … my parents everywhere.”
    He lapped at her cheeks. “It’s okay.” He licked her eyes. “You’re not crying.”
    “On furniture …”
    “I’m sorry it happened.”
    “Walls. Me …”
    “You’re okay now.”
    “Me. Their blood was in my hair.”
    “You’re safe here now.”
    Her whole face was damp from his licking, not from the tears she wasn’t crying.
    “Can’t forget.”
    “I know.”
    “Don’t want to forget!”
    “You shouldn’t.” His