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“You want to come, Mama?”

I shake my head while my body pleads with me to say yes. To give in to everything he’s offering.

What are my other choices?

Say no and spend the rest of my life torn between them?

“Yes,” I whimper when he plunges two thick fingers into my aching heat.

“Marry me,” he demands.

“No.”

He doubles his efforts, his thumb drawing tight circles over my clit while his fingers drag over the place inside me that will send me spiraling whether I want it or not.

I’m vaguely aware of the obscene sound coming from between my thighs and the wetness clinging to my heated skin, but I’m lost in a fog of desire, desperate for a release that has the power to destroy me.

“You’re gushing for me, baby girl. So fucking wet,” Kingston groans against my ear, his hardness grinding against my thigh, pushing me closer to the edge. “Say you’ll marry me, and I’ll make you come so hard you’ll still be feeling aftershocks when you walk down the aisle in a few hours.”

“I can’t,” I sob.

“Of course you can, Mama. Just say the word, and everything you’ve ever wanted is yours,” he pleads, and for the first time I hear what I’ve been missing in his tone. A desperation I’ve never heard from him before.

Tears slip down my cheeks and onto the marble beneath my face.

I’m torn between two imperfect options. The desperate need to be loved and cared for is warring with the knowledge that I can’t marry a man who only holds part of my heart.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

KINGSTON

NOW

Unfortunately, this is far from the first time I’ve seen Chloe cry.

I held her through the hardest days of her life, nursing her back to health, making sure she had everything she needed even as she wished her life would end just so she wouldn’t hurt anymore.

And to be honest, those were the hardest days of my life as well.

For years I kept myself at arm’s length from every person I met, refusing to allow myself to feel, but the second I saw Chloe curled up on that gas station floor, I knew that was over.

The emotions I spent years compartmentalizing came rushing back stronger than ever, which is why it hurts so much to push her like this.

But I keep reminding myself that it’s necessary.

Chloe must be my wife for so many reasons, but more than any of them, it’s because I refuse to live the rest of my life without her by my side.

Her hips press back against me, desperately searching for the release I’m more than happy to give her.

All she has to do is say she’ll marry me.

“King,” Chloe whimpers.

A deep groan tears from my chest, the ache in my balls approaching the point of no return. Between how wet she is for me and her desperate little whines, I’m about ready to blow my load in my pants like a prepubescent boy watching porn for the first time.

Reaching for my zipper, I make quick work of freeing my dick, giving it a few quick pumps to relieve some of the pressure.

Not that it helps.