Gripping the lapels of my jacket, she yanked me forward, her lips crashing to mine. I moaned low in my throat before taking over, slipping my tongue within the deeper recesses of her mouth, teasing and tasting as our tongues and teeth battled for control. I vowed that by the time she left that room, I’d remind her just how much she needed me—just how much we were meant to be. Yes, I was selfish, but I couldn’t give her up. I’d die before I did.
Sianna
EVERY INCH OF ME SCREAMEDto push him away, to turn and walk out that door and not look back. But Drake Princeton’s hold on me was like poison to my system, and with each sip, each inhale, each touch, I was dying a little more. The promise I’d made three days ago, to walk away from him, to give a hundred percent of myself to Rayden, slowly faded nothing but a memory on the horizon. Because for now, the only sun I needed glowed in the form of an older six-foot-something of pure decadence, I’d be remiss to lose. And he knew it.
I wasn’t prepared for when he broke the kiss and picked me up against his body. “Drake,” I squealed. He set me down on the lid of a polished grand piano, his eyes never leaving mine. “What are you doing?”
He slid off his jacket, not bothering when it fell to the floor. “I was interrupted twice from taking what I wanted on my birthday.”
“What are we doing, Drake,” I whispered.
“You don’t want this?” I searched his face for signs of anger, there was none.
I moved to slide of the piano. He reached out and helped me down. “We can’t do this.”
His eyes on me, he raked a hand through his hair, then stepped forward and held my arms. “I love you, Sia. I need you.”
It would’ve been so easy to succumb, to throw myself into his arms and seek the comfort I knew he could give me. Lavish me with sweet whispers and mind-blowing sex. I thought of Rayden and his belief he’d hurt me. I didn’t deserve any of this. Not Rayden’s love. Not Drake’s passion and certainly not the peace I desperately wanted. The first tear fell. Slowly, I shook my head, battling to keep the lump that had become a rock over the last few days, down.
“We can’t do this,” I repeated, more as an affirmation to myself than him.
“Princess, please. I don’t think I can let you go.”
I no longer fought the tears. It didn’t matter. “But you have to.”
“Why?” desperation lined his voice.
“Because you can’t choose your son over me.”
