Now the jewelry box in my pocket makes more sense. “Kinda small, isn’t it?” I joke.
“Funny how he thought I would marry him.” She gives another laugh. “He didn’t even know me. Not the real me.”
I remember our conversation in bed when she said,“Don’t you want someone you know will love you unconditionally?”
Looking at my watch, I see it’s almost seven. “Come on.” I stand and grab her towel. “Dinner is in an hour. We need to get going soon.”
I see her tense, and her breathing picks up at my reminder of our plans tonight. She reaches for the bottle of wine and begins to down it. Then she stands, and I notice her eyes can’t meet mine. Instead, she stares at my T-shirt while allowing me to wrap the towel around her.
“You sure everything is okay?” I ask, cupping her face and forcing her eyes to mine.
She blinks, her lashes fanning her cheeks before she swallows nervously. “Yeah, just tired.”
I frown at the lie but let it slide. She’s keeping secrets but so am I. I’m not going to tell her what I did today or that someone had hired that man to follow her. I don’t want to scare her. There’s nothing for her to worry about. I have it taken care of.
SIXTY-ONE
CHARLOTTE
I’m freaking out. Fucking terrified at what I’m about to do. As of right now, I’m turning him over to the Lords.
And that changes everything.
He’s on to me. He knows something is wrong. I can’t hide it, so I’m going to have to convince him something else is bothering me. Or allow him to take my mind off it for a little while.
“Can we skip dinner?”
His frown deepens. “Of course. What else do you have in mind?” he asks.
I wrap my arms around his neck, causing the towel to drop to my feet, and his eyes fall to my chest. My nipples are already hard, and my heart pounds. I want him to fuck me. Maybe I’ll get lucky, and he’ll fuck me to death. Then I won’t have to make a decision.
“I want you to fuck me,” I say, lifting my chin.
His eyes meet mine, and a smirk plays on his gorgeous face. “I love it when my girl uses her words.”
Wetness pools between my legs, and I try to ignore the way my heart skips a beat. We’re on borrowed time. I want to ask him to make love to me. So I know what it feels like once in my life,but I can’t make the words come out. That would throw up too many red flags because I’m his whore, not the love of his life.
I reach up and press my lips to his. His hands drop to my ass, and he picks me up. My legs wrap around him, and I devour his lips. Like I’m on death row and this is my last meal. Which, in a way, it is. Possibly for both of us.
This will be our last time together. I’m going to let him do whatever the fuck he wants to me. I’m his offering. He just doesn’t know it.
He’s carrying me to the bedroom, and we fall onto the bed, him on top of me, his lips still devouring mine. My hands go to his shirt, and I grip the material. He gets the hint, pulling his lips from mine just long enough for me to rip his shirt up and over his head.
I moan into his mouth as my hands go between our bodies, and I fumble with his belt for a few seconds before I get it undone.
He pulls away from me and stands while I lie on the bed, panting and impatiently waiting. His hands go to his jeans and he removes them before yanking his belt from the loops and then tosses them to the far side of the room. “Roll over,” he orders, and I gladly oblige, placing my hands behind my back, knowing what he wants. He secures the leather belt around my wrists and then flips me back over.
I stare up at him, my arms restrained underneath me as he crawls back onto the bed. His knees spread mine wide, and he takes his hard cock into his hands, guiding it into my soaked pussy.
Arching my back, I cry out, and his hands wrap around my throat. He stills, cock buried into my cunt as he lowers his lips to mine and whispers, “This what you want, doll face?” He gently kisses my parted lips, teasing me.
“Yes, please…” I beg, my body fighting him trying to get him to move inside me, but he holds still, liking the way I squirm.
“You’re so desperate.” His lips smile against mine.
I groan impatiently. I need him to own me. To take me to that place where my mind stops. “Fuck me…” I swallow against his hands. “Please, Haidyn.”
He sits up, his hands tightening around my throat, cutting off my air, and my pussy clenches down on him. Yes! This is what I want. Fucking choke me out.
