Page 56 of Worth Loving You

“Open your fucking eyes, man. Other cars are dodging them, why can’t you?”

Rubbing the spot that stung, I caught his stare in the mirror for a third time.

“Keep your goddamn eyes on the road, shit.”

“Yes, sir,” he seethed, still looking at me.

Uncomfortable, I resituated myself and looked at Milo. It was almost comical that he had chosen a man who detested me to protect me.

He slid his arm over my shoulders and petted my cheek, grinning brightly. “Christ, I’m so lucky. I don’t care what anyone says, right now, I feel like the luckiest man in the world because you’re mine. You have no idea how happy you’ve made me these last few weeks.”

Blushing, I lowered my lashes, turning into him, my hand on his thigh. “I’ve…” My heart racing, almost too scared to admit it, I whispered, “Been pretty happy, too.”

He blew me a kiss, holding my chin. “It’s only going to get better, baby girl. I promised you the world, I’m going to give it to you. Wanna go on vacation next week?”

My brows furrowed. “Vacation?”

“Yeah, I gotta go to Italy for a week. I don’t want to leave you behind. Come with me.”

Shocked, my stomach flipped, my pulse slowing. “Italy?” I squeaked.

He tugged me to his side and sank into the seat, rubbing his palm up and down my bicep. “You’ll love it, baby girl. I promise.”

I twined my fingers with his, running my thumb along his knuckles over and over. He was falling in love with me? Yeah, I think I was falling for him, too. Maybe I wanted to love him more than I thought I did.

Closing my eyes, I laid my cheek on his shoulder and slid my arm across his torso, under his jacket. Before I could get comfortable, he took my wrist and removed it to weave our fingers together. Dropping a kiss to the top of my head, he clung to me tightly.

“Fall in love with me, Chazzy,” he whispered into my hair.

My lids snapped open, my heart stilling.

“Make me the happiest man in the world and let yourself fall in love with me.”

Another tremor shook, my insides twisting in all different directions. “I already am,” I breathed.

His heart thudded on his ribs under my ear, a small chuckle shaking his chest. “You won’t regret it, I swear it. I’m going to cherish you forever.”

My lids closed once more, and I snuggled closer. The other women had to go. It was one thing to share my lover, but not the man I was falling for. He would have to get rid of them, or this was going to end before it got any further. I couldn’t let him hurt me.

Chapter 21

Chastity Monroe

The negligee was a dark burgundy, the lace just intricate enough to conceal my nipples. With wide straps over my shoulders, the front and back both dipped into low vees, exposing my entire cleavage. Right where my thighs met at my crotch, the lace ended in a wide band, sheer fabric the same color splitting and falling to my ankles, leaving my legs displayed. Though I was wearing underwear, it was cut high in the back, almost like a thong, showing off the bottom part of my ass cheeks.

The outfit was beautiful and made me feel sexy, a gift Milo brought home from New York.

My heart rattling nervously, a breathy giggle poured out of my mouth, my hands tugging at the diamond earrings he’d also picked up on his trip to surprise me with. I didn’t know much about jewelry, but by the size of the stones, I knew they were worth a lot of money.

Sauntering through the apartment, my fingers ran through my tangled hair, still damp from our vigorous sex earlier. It had taken Milo forever to get my body to cooperate to what he wanted to do, and when he finally managed to get his cock in my ass, I was screeching like a banshee, weeping hysterically, begging him to just kill me and put me out of my misery.

Even now, just walking, I was hurting, the poor, battered hole burning and torn. No matter how loud I screamed, how much I begged, he had been determined, telling me it would stop hurting once I got used to it.

I don’t know about that, because it never stopped hurting, but hearing his sounds and seeing his facial expressions, knowing he was riddled with ecstasy because of me, I still managed to orgasm.

A dish hit the counter, bounced to the floor, and shattered, startling me. Choking on a yelp, I covered my mouth and staggered backward, my heart thudding in my throat.

“Wyatt!” I rasped on a heavy exhale, my palm on my chest. “What the hell is wrong with you tonight?”