He’s quiet, unbearably quiet before his gaze locks with mine. “I love you, Killian,” he admits, his expression as serious as ever, leaving me no doubt he means it, but that only makes this strain in my chest that much more unbearable.
“No, you don’t.” It’s not denial; it’s a command.
“I do.”
“I’ve been so cruel.”
“I love the way you’re cruel.”
“I’m a monster.”
“Then I love that monster.”
“I’ll ruin your goddamn life!”
“Then ruin it.” He doesn’t even flinch—so strong, so courageous. All the things that make him so special.
He takes a breath, then slides off the sofa, getting on his knees beside me.
“What are you doing?” The way he’s acting, I can’t even understand it.
He takes my hand and rests it against his cheek. “You said you wanted to break and train me. Don’t you see you’ve won? Killian, my whole life, I felt I had to live up to my father’s expectations. It’s why I’ve been so scared of this desire when I’m with you. How I want you to bend and break me. I want to surrender and let go of all the bullshit I’ve carried, let someone else take the reins, yet I feel I’ll betray him if I do. And now that I believe he betrayed us, fuck what he would have wanted. I can care for this family and still have what I want.”
“Which is?”
“I want to submit to you, Killian. I trust you. I know you’ll keep me safe. You’ve proven that to me.”
Could this be real? Could Logan Wilde really be all mine?
I trace his lips with my thumb, the monster in me celebrating its victory. I run my fingertips along his flesh, under his chin to his throat, which I take hold of. He bows his head back, giftingme his throat. My heart races, but this time for a different reason.
“What do you want to do to me, Killian?”
“I want… I want…”
I fight against it, but he says, “Tell me.”
“I want to claim my husband,” I confess, despising myself because it’s true.
As he pushes to his feet, I reluctantly release my grip. He stands tall, like he’s found the true power in his submission to me. He takes my hand. “Come on. It’s time to claim what’s yours.”
I’ve never doubted my strength or self-restraint until Logan Wilde came into my life. I’m a powerful man, and I wish I could refuse him, but not tonight. I follow his lead, quietly, as he leads me up to my bedroom. I’m rife with guilt, but for now, this monster has won because I know that I fully intend to take him.
He closes the bedroom door behind us, his gaze locking with mine, a wild hunger in his eyes, and with this searing pain in me, I know there’s only one hope for reprieve.
I charge him, taking that beautiful mouth, tearing at his goddamn clothes. “Fuck, there are so many layers to these tuxes,” I growl.
We’re all wet kisses and licks of fire as I unfasten his fly and drag his pants and boxers down to his thighs. I take a moment from his lips to lick my fingers before sliding them between his legs, back to his tight hole. He gasps as he rolls his head back against the door, and I lap away at his throat while feeling him, allowing my mind a moment’s peace as I push the pain to the back of my mind, losing myself in the experience I know will make all this pain go away, even if only briefly.
But it seems as soon as I’ve committed to satisfying Logan’s urge, there’s a knock at the door.
“The hell?” I ask as I’m pulled out of this hypnotic daze Logan had me in.
“It’s Wrath,” comes from the other side, urgency in his voice.
Logan hurries to pull up and fasten his pants before answering the door. Jaime and Wrath stand on the other side, looking concerned, something that’s especially strange on the easygoing Wrath.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
