“Don’t you get it? Someone like you…inthisworld. Inmyworld. It would never have worked. Every single one of my rivals would have targeted you. They would have hunted you down to use you against me. And what happened tonight proves that! They tried to take you. They tried…” My words fade as my throat tightens over them.
“So, you made a choice,” she says sarcastically.
“I made a choice not to let that happen to you,” I say.
“I hear you. I understand,” she says angrily.
“I don’t think you do,” I say, knitting my brows.
“I do. You had options. You might have loved me enough to put the effort in to keep me safe. You might have loved me enough to hold on to me and do whatever it took to have me in your life. But instead, you made the first, the easiest, choice that came to mind. You pushed me away. In fact, you didn’t push me. You shoved me. Off a cliff. Onto a bed a glass.” Her eyes are flaring with pain and anger.
“You’re wrong, Kayla!” I snarl.
“I’m not,” she snaps, trying to push me away again. She presses her hands against my chest and shoves as hard as she can, but she isn’t strong enough.
I grab her wrists and pin them behind her back. Fueled by the urgency to make her understand. Fueled by her scent, her raging spirit.
My eyes take in the sight of her, and it pushes me harder.
I trap her against the counter with my body pressed against hers. She squirms against the restraint of my hand locked around both of her wrists.
I grab her jaw in my other hand and force her to look at me again.
She will understand. I will make her understand.
Except when I look into her eyes, words fail me.
My self-control dissolves as though it were nothing.
My lips lock over hers.
She squirms again, trying to free herself, so I kiss deeper.
Her body melts against mine as her resistance fades.
Every part of me is on fire with need, and I realize that this is not something I could ever control.
I push my tongue into her mouth, and the soft moan of pleasure that slips from her drives me even harder as I push my engorged cock against her body.
Chapter 12 - Kayla
Fight it.
Stop this.
Push him away.
Do something!
But I can’t.
My body doesn’t belong to me in this moment. Every cell, every fiber of who I am, is now a magnet pulling me forcibly into his arms.
Memories flood me of how insanely good he felt against me,inside me.And every ounce of my resistance fades. He presses his lips harder against mine. I can feel his cock, swollen and hard, pressing into me. At this point, Iamhis; Idobelong to him, and I would let him do anything to me.
This is crazy, Kayla. You are in control. You can stop this if you want to.
But I don’t want to.
