I could see the turmoil in her eyes, the war between her heart and her mind. I was determined to show her that my love was real, that my heart belonged to her alone.
“Then show me,” she demanded.
Without hesitation, I spun her around, pressing her against the wall. My hands slid down her body, lifting the hem of her short dress. I traced the lace of her thong underwear while kissing her neck and breathing in her sugary scent.
Dropping to my knees, I gripped her hips firmly, pulling her back to kiss her plump cheeks. She spread her legs, an invitationI couldn’t resist. I pulled her underwear aside and buried my face in her peach until my tongue found her wetness.
She let out a soft moan as I licked her pussy from behind. I feasted on her, my tongue delving deeper, tasting her intimate sweetness.
I licked and sucked, exploring every inch of her. She whimpered, her body trembling as I increased my pace.
“Chrys,” she panted, her body tensing. Moments later, she came with a muffled scream.
I stood up, unbuckling my belt and freeing my erection. My chest pressed against her back as I whispered in her ear, “I love you, aggelé mou. I’m yours.” The words were a prayer, a promise, a plea.
With a single thrust, I entered her, feeling her warmth envelop me completely. She moaned, flattening her hands against the wall.
I drove into her, each stroke a declaration of my love, each movement a claim. She met my pace, her body matching my tempo.
“I love you, aggelé mou,” I repeated. “Only you.”
Tia didn’t respond with words, but her body clenched around mine and she cried out, her orgasm crashing over. I followed, my release pulsing into her as I whispered her name.
We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies connected, our breaths slowly returning to normal. Then she turned to face me, fixing her dress with hands that weren’t quite steady.
She opened the door and stepped into the hallway, and I followed her.
“I love you, too,” she began, and I didn’t like the way she said it. “But it isn’t worth my peace.”
Something inside me snapped. “What the hell are you saying?” My voice hardened. “The first sign of trouble and you’re ready to run? After everything?”
“I’m tired, Chrys. Of waiting for the next disaster. Of Kat always finding a way between us. I just... I’m tired.” She opened the door, stepping into the hallway.
“Bullshit!” I grabbed her arm. “You haven’t even told your mother about our engagement, and now you’re using Katalina’s obvious lie as an excuse to bail on us!”
Her eyes widened at my tone, but I was beyond caring.
“That’s not fair—”
“No, what’s not fair is you doubting me!” I slammed my palm against the wall. “You claim to love me, but the moment someone challenges that, you fold. Where’s your fight, Tia? Where’s your trust?”
“Chrys—” She reached for me, but I stepped back.
“You want to be tired? Fine. Be tired. But don’t pretend it’s about Katalina. This is about younot being all in.”
“Give Tia some time,” Irida’s voice interrupted, her hand landing on my shoulder.
I released Tia’s arm. “Take all the time you need. Maybe figure out what you actually want.”
Without waiting for her response, I spun on my heel and stalked away. My fury carried me down the corridor and past curious staff who quickly averted their eyes.
I took the stairs two at a time and when I reached my bedroom, I slammed the door behind me. With a roar of frustration, I drove my fist into the nearest wall.
21
I slammed my bedroom door shut, twisting the lock with trembling fingers. I crossed the room quickly and sank down beside Zeus, who was curled up on his plush bed near the bay window.
He immediately raised his head, alert to my distress. A soft whine escaped him as he shifted to press his body against mine, shoving his wet nose against my tear-streaked cheek.
