“What is it you need, my Little Wallflower?” His words became a growl.
“You. I’ve always needed you.”
TWENTY-NINE
CASH
“I’ve always needed you.”
Those four little words struck me like bullets.
Piercing both flesh and soul.
Daisy Adair was right here in front of me.
Wearing my mother’s ring like it was always supposed to be there.
Drawing me into a fucking dream that I knew I couldn’t live.
A fantasy that I would be a monster to play out.
I knew better than giving into it. Knew better than touching her. Knew it’d only be a greater loss once she was gone.
The cavern her memory had left behind would grow so deep I would be completely swallowed by it.
Ruined.
But I’d never been able to refuse her, and the greed she provoked ran rampant through my being. Lust screaming like a beast through my veins and twisting my guts in possession.
My hand skimmed up her cheek and into the long length of her hair.
Fisting it, I tugged her head back, probably a little sharper than necessary, but she needed to know what she was playing with.
This storm that would forever rage inside me.
Volatile and explosive.
She gasped, and those cornflower eyes widened.
Trust striking in the mesmerizing blue flames.
“That what you want? You want me to touch you?” It rolled out of me like a threat.
Her fingers sank into my shoulders, and her lips parted on a shaky, “Yes. You are my fiancé, after all.”
There was a challenge to it. One I was a fool to heed.
I had her propped on the vanity in a flash, shock raking from her lungs as she was swept off her feet.
“Cash, you’re going to hurt yourself.”
There she was, offering all that care. Like I counted. Like I mattered.
My hands gripped onto the soft flare at the outside of her thighs, and my mouth dove into the delicate flesh at the front of her neck. “Just fine when I’m next to you,fiancée,” I rumbled back.
Stupid.
Playing this dangerous game.
