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and looked into my eyes. If I had found my primal nature, Livvie had also found hers. Her need was unmistakable. Her lust intoxicating. “Please fuck me with your huge fucking cock. I want to watch you come.” She slid her eyes shut and moved her body harder and faster.
    She certainly knew how to push my buttons. I only hoped she wouldn’t regret it. I held her with one arm as I raised us off the sofa and pushed her onto her back. I finally reached for my sweater and pulled it off. I pushed my jeans down to my knees while I was as it. There was a moment of resistance on her part that quickly evaporated as I pushed myself in to the hilt.
    “Again, Kitten. Beg me.” Braced on one arm and holding her outer thigh, I watched myself fuck her. Remembered words made me smile. She was just right shade of pink. I glanced up and watched her breasts moving to the rhythm of my thrusts.
    “Please, Caleb.”
    I couldn’t hold back any longer, but I wasn’t sure I should come inside her.
    “Where do you want me to come?”
    Livvie’s eyes pierced me with their intensity.
    “Wherever you want.”
    It hit me before I had a chance to decide. My balls drew up tight and I started coming. I tried to watch Livvie, but my eyes couldn’t stay open. I was lost to the feeling of being emptied, of being received into Livvie’s body.
    Somewhere outside myself I knew Livvie was speaking. I couldn’t hear her clearly until my orgasm slowly subsided. I opened my eyes and looked down. Her hand was between us, touching the place we were joined.
    “Mine,” I heard her say. Nothing had ever been truer. 
    "Yours," I said.

Chapter Three
    I dreamt that night.
    Rafiq looked up at me from a table. He was shaking from fear. His face was bruised and bloody. He spoke calmly.
    “Me for the girl?”
    A ripple of love was fast on the heels of my shame. The feeling was quickly overrun by an old anger, a rage that had kept me alive when death had been a far better option.
    “No. Not just for the girl. You… made me love you. You betrayed me.”
    Rafiq laughed, loud and rich, before his laughter devolved into gurgling coughs.
    “Betrayal again. It’s always betrayal with you, Khoya .” His words sounded in my mind as though he were flesh and blood again. “You lie, boy. I didn’t make you love me. One cannot force love. What you gave, I earned.”
    I held a knife in my hand; I knew I did. However, as is the nature of dreams, it disappeared once I tried to plunge it into his thigh. I had so much anger, so much rage, and nowhere to put it. Rafiq found it more than amusing and it only fueled my hatred.
    “I gave you all you earned when I put a bullet in your heart!”
    Rafiq coughed up blood as he laughed.
    “You are the man I raised.” Slowly, his laughter subsided and he looked on me fondly. “I know you washed my body. I know you buried me in accordance with the law. I know you wept for me.”
    His words wounded me despite knowing there was no way for him to know I did those things. Worse, it hurt knowing they were true.
    “Why won’t you die?” I asked with venom. Rafiq smiled wickedly.
    “You can’t kill me, Khoya . Not again. I’m all you know. I am your mother. I am your father. I am your brother. I am your friend. I’ll always be here. You’ll never be rid of me.”
    As much as I loathed it, I was free to weep in my dreams and I did.
    “How could you have done all those things to me? You stole my childhood. You stole my destiny.”
    Rafiq, suddenly unfettered, rolled onto his side and sat up. The bruises on his face had healed and clothing had magically appeared on his body.
    “That’s not what’s bothering you, Caleb. I betrayed you, yes, but that’s not why you killed me, is it?” I couldn’t look at him while I processed my shame. “You would have killed me anyway. You would have killed me because it’s the only way I would have let the girl go. You would have betrayed me, Khoya . We are not so different, and that’s