Whether I agree to her ridiculous plan or not, she’s going to move forward and I’ll have to live knowing she’s giving this to someone else. Sharing what I’ve claimed as my own with a man who’ll never love her as much as I do.
My blood fires with the unfairness of it all, and I thrust hard into her. She cries out and presses her head back into the pillow. If she loves me, really loves me, how can she expect this of me? I power into her again and her body lurches beneath me. No male in his right mind would knowingly allow his woman to be with someone else. My hips flex hard, fast, half loving and half hate-fucking. Her mouth drops open with the power of my thrusts. I want her to feel me between her legs every time she looks at another man, remember that I’m the only one who owns her heart, the only man she’s ever given every part of her body to.
I want her to hurt as bad as she’s hurting me.
I pull back and flip her to her belly then grip her hips to pull her ass up to take me again. A growl rips from my chest as I enter her from behind, deeper this time, and she moans into the sheets.
Over and over I slam into her body, punishing her and hating myself for it. Hating her for making me love her and then taking herself away. Fury and lust shred through my veins until my muscles tense. My thighs tighten as every plunge seems to bring me deeper. Fuck, this woman, I despise what she’s doing and love every square inch of her.
She’s loyal to a fault, honest, viciously protective, and fuck, but I love her fight.
Love her.
So balls deep in love with her.
Blinding white light flashes behind my eyelids. I drop to her back, crushing her beneath my weight as my orgasm overtakes me. My teeth sink softly into her shoulder and an almost inhuman sound vibrates in the back of my throat. Sweat covers my body as my release seems unending. I fight to catch my breath, the muscles in my back uncoil, and I drift in a post-orgasmic haze.
I roll to my back, my mind replaying what just happened in agonizing detail. It was too rough, too angry. I’d lost control. I throw my forearm over my eyes. I can’t look at her, can’t stand to see the disappointment in—
Her soft body curls up to my side.
What?
Her hand pushes my forearm off my face until my view is filled with her pinched expression. “What are you thinking about?”
I exhale hard and shake my head. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have . . .” Fucked you like that. I’m an asshole.
She pushes a few strands of hair off my forehead. “I understand.” Her eyes drop to my chest. “I knew by telling you how I felt, giving you the only piece of me I had left to give, I was taking a chance. If you don’t feel the same w—”
I shove my fingers into her hair and fist hard enough to sting. Her eyes widen and dart to mine.
“Listen and listen fucking good, Beatriks Langley.”
She blinks, and I can see fear flicker behind her eyes.
I pull her face so close to mine that I can feel her breath. “I’m so in love with you I don’t know my own fuckin’ name anymore. There’s not a thing in the world I wouldn’t break my back to give you. If it meant making you happy, I’d give up everything I have, everything I’ve worked for. You name it; it’s yours.”
She attempts to shake her head, but my firm hold doesn’t allow her much movement. “Do you . . .? Are you saying you’ll—?”
“I’m pissed as hell. Madder than I’ve ever been in my entire life about what you’re asking me to do, but there’s no way I can say no to you. I’m angry, hell, I’m fucking furious at you, but I love you more.”
A single tear drips from her eye and lands on my lip. I lick it off, tasting the salt of her revenge, the bitterness of the hard decisions she’s had to make, the heat of her sacrifices. I’ll be damned if I’m capable of letting her go now.
She sniffs. “I love you.” Another tear threatens to fall, but before it can, I pull her to my lips and kiss it away, along with every one that comes after.
“Love you too, baby.” Even though loving her is probably going to kill me.
Twenty-eight
Trix
“Mmmm.” The sound of my own pleasure wakes me from a deep sleep. I blink open my eyes against the force of arousal that demands they slam shut.
I dip my chin, peering between my breasts and down my belly to see a mop of blond hair between my legs and two strong hands gripping my thighs.
Mason.
My eyes burn with unshed tears as I watch him devour me. Slow and deliberate swirls of his tongue and strong lips pull against my overheated flesh.
I should’ve known this would happen: that giving him this part of me would only open me up to falling even deeper in love with him.