Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 120475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 602(@200wpm)___ 482(@250wpm)___ 402(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 602(@200wpm)___ 482(@250wpm)___ 402(@300wpm)
“You’re my wife,” I whisper, my voice gravel and devotion.
She flinches, shaking her head.
“I want to worship you like this every night,” I murmur, dragging my lips up her throat, sucking a bruise into her skin. “Every day.”
She squeezes her eyes shut. “This was a mistake.”
I cup her jaw, forcing her to face me, to meet my eyes. “No, it wasn’t.”
She swallows hard, and for a moment, I see it—the part of her that still belongs to me. That always will.
She just hasn’t accepted it yet.
But she will.
Because Moira is mine.
She tries to wiggle off my cock, but I just start thrusting deeper, hitting that spot I know she can’t resist.
Her head falls back, ecstasy contorting her features. I swear she mouths, not fair.
Then her hips lift, responding without thought, eyes locking onto mine, full of conflict. Full of what I’m terrified of is a goodbye.
I grab her hips and kiss her furiously, wanting to trap her, to keep her locked away where only I can have her.
But she pulls back, sinking her teeth into my shoulder, ever the wild thing.
I can’t hold back anymore.
I wrap my arms around her, and I come.
One heartbeat. Another spasm.
Two heartbeats.
Three.
Two bodies, together as one.
Man and wife.
And then she squirms away, and I refuse to let go.
Until she whispers her safeword in my ear.
“Domino.”
FORTY-NINE
MOIRA
He lets me go, but it doesn’t mean he’s done arguing with me.
Not that he cares that he’s ripping my heart out with every word. Or that I was just devastated by making love one last time with my husband.
Just one last fuck, I thought. I’ll still do the right thing and leave. Just one last fuck that will ruin me forever.
Pretend, pretend, let’s play pretend.
Moira’s just a wind-up toy with no heart. She feels nothing.
I’m just feet walking back to the front door with the bag I threw some of my shit in. So what if I can still feel him dripping down my inner thigh?
It doesn’t mean anything.
Nothing means anything.
Fucking him was definitely not in the plans, but then he was eating me out and we were up against the door, and before I knew it, his cock was inside me, and I was riding him to kingdom come.
“Tell me why,” he demands, on my heels.
“Because I don’t do monogamy.”
I yank open the front door. I can tell he wants to slam it shut again, but the safeword was effective. He stayed hands-off the entire time I was throwing whatever I could grab into my bag.
“I told you, I don’t care about that!”
Good. Let him yell. The louder and more public for whoever may be watching, the better.
“Too bad. I do. And I just can’t stay here like this with you anymore!” I start down the stairs of the front steps. My heart’s beating too loud in my ears.
“No!” he shouts. “No. I don’t accept it. I’ll find you and make you change your mind.”
My mouth drops open as I spin back to look at him. “You can’t say no. And that’s called stalking!”
“So what? I’ve stalked you before. I’ll do it again.” He sprints down the steps until he’s right in my face. “Especially since I don’t believe a word out of your mouth.”
My breath immediately gets short, chest heaving. Damn him. Why is he making this so hard? Just let me break up with you already!
“You want me,” he demands, eyes dark as they search mine. He jams a pointer finger back toward the house. “You just proved in there how much you still want me.”
“That doesn’t mean anything!” I toss my hands up. “I want all sorts of guys.”
He lets out a bitter laugh, but there’s nothing amusing about it. “Bullshit. You think I don’t know you by now? You think I don’t see right through you?”
Oh shit. Panic floods my chest. What if he really does? Everyone’s in actual real fucking danger. Right this second, for all I know, Domhnall could be tromping into a hornet’s nest of bad guys, thinking he’s invincible like he always does.
And here I’ve been, taking one last ride. I should never have let myself be seduced by Bane again in the first place. What if I’ve already fucked everything up?
Because that’s what I do, isn’t it?
I fuck shit up.
I ruin things.
And, given enough time, I’d ruin Bane.
This is for his good, too.
I lift my chin and force my eyes flinty. “You don’t see anything.”
His nostrils flare, and his hands curl into fists at his sides like he’s holding himself back from grabbing me and shaking the truth out of me. “I see a scared woman. A woman who’s running. From herself. And from me.”
I force down the lump in my throat. “How poetic. And completely fucking wrong. I’m walking away because I want to.”
“Bullshit,” he snarls again, stepping closer, heat radiating off of him. “If you wanted to go, you would have left before I ever touched you again. But you didn’t. You let me have you. You took everything I gave you and then some. And now you expect me to believe this is real? That you don’t love me?”