“We’re impossible, and you know it.”
His grip tightens slightly.
“We were doomed from the beginning.”
“I won’t allow it. I won’t allow him to have you. You don’t love him, which means you’re trapped in a loveless marriage. You should be glad to get rid of him.”
He holds my eyes.
“Or did you lie about that too?”
When I don’t answer, his grip tightens.
“Did you lie? Do you actually love your husband and you’re just a cheat who can’t keep herself from climbing into another man’s bed?”
His words hurt.
But I suppose that’s the picture I’ve painted of myself for him.
And he’s not entirely wrong.
I have been unfaithful to my husband.
A storm brews behind Hunter’s eyes.
“Am I your only affair, or are there more?”
My stomach twists.
“Answer me,” he demands.
I stay quiet, and whatever control Hunter had left seems to vanish into the depths of the Thames.
He’s seething now.
Absolutely furious.
His mouth claims mine, and even though every sensible part of me screams that we’re standing in the middle of a busy London hospital rather than hidden away on Elaris Isle, I can’t bring myself to stop it.
When it comes to this man, self-preservation seems to abandon me entirely.
I keep making the same mistakes.
Over and over again.
His kiss is all anger, frustration and desperation, and I hate myself for how quickly I melt into it.
His cologne floods my senses, and the scrape of his stubble only makes me more aware of him.
“You are mine.” Bite. “This cunt is mine,” he growls as his hand cups my pussy.
That finally makes me shove him away.
He looks furious, turned on and deeply hurt all at the same time.
I look around, my cheeks so hot I can feel them burning.
The knot in my chest loosens when I realise the corridor is empty.
