He knitted his brow as if he was trying to reconfigure all the math he’d done in his head about our breakup. So many conflicting feelings flicked across his eyes.
But then, his concrete face softened. “You were going to marry that prick, give up everything, just to keep me out of jail. Why would you do that?”
My answer was an apology and a declaration at the same time: “Because I love you, Hak-kan. I’d do anything to protect you. Anything. I love you so much….”
He claimed my mouth, inhaling my love in like it was air.
But then he pulled back, his eyes boring into mine. “Alright. You love me. Now I’m going to teach you not to ever fucking do something like this again.”
He whipped me up into his arms and carried me over to the made bed where he set me down carefully—that would be the last gentle thing he’d did that night.
I sensed that when he began to slowly strip. There was no urgency on his part, only intent as he removed every piece of his clothing while never taking his eyes off me. Not even when he got down to skin, tattoos, and one extremely large cock, throbbing and angry.
He stroked it as if it was an animal he was bidding to calm down right before it was unleashed.
“I tried to be nice to you,” he said, his voice dark and sinister. “Tried not to unleash the psycho. I gave you options….”
No more looking at him. He flipped me over in three deft moves, yanking up my hips and pushing my face into the bed with a hard hand at the back of my neck.
He kneed my thighs apart, making me spread out wider with my bottom fully in the air. I could only imagine the picture I made. The very opposite of the southern lady I’d tried to become to keep Garrett from hurting the man I loved.
“But I played too nice with you.” His thick knob lined up at my entrance. “So here’s what you need to understand, O. You are mine. Nobody else’s.”
He began feeding his dick into me. Slowly, inch by inch, like he always did when he knew I wasn’t completely ready. “You said you’d do anything to protect me. Well, I’m a selfish bastard. I’d do anything to keep you.”
He said that. Then he thrust into me, hard and rough.
Big…big…he was so big. Being filled by his thick shaft again was both my punishment and reward for finally telling him the truth.
Either way, I cried out, scrabbling my knees further apart to accommodate his girth.
He held still behind me, giving me time to adjust, but the heavy hand on top of my back remained. “Ssh…c’mon, beautiful. You remember me. Breathe. Let your body know it needs to take this lesson.”
Nothing had changed. In fact, everything was ruined now that he knew. I’d been too weak to protect him.
My chest twisted with sorrow, even as my body throbbed with relief. Hak-kan was here, taking all the decisions I’d been grappling with out of my hands….
Making it better.
In the end, I breathed, molding myself around his proportions, grinding down on him until my body accepted him as our king.
He seemed to know exactly when I’d fully submitted.
“You understand now, right?” he asked as he began pushing into me with punishing strokes. “You understand I don’t care if me going to prison was at stake. I would have fucking rotted in that jail before I let him take you from me.”
“I do know,” I confessed. “That’s why I did it.”
Wrong answer.
With a guttural growl, he yanked me up, pulling my back into the muscle wall of his chest as he knelt back with me in his lap. His heavy mitts found the tops of my thighs and spread me even wider, using some sex gravity formula to make me take him even deeper.
“You made me hate you,” he grunted, gripping my hips and riding me up and down on his cock. “I spent four months—the first four months of our baby’s life hating you instead of doing this.”
“I’m sorry,” I whispered brokenly. Tears blurred my vision because I couldn’t reconcile the regret eddying around my chest along with the intense pleasure of being with him like this again. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” he growled. “Remember. Never forget. We are not that couple. If shit comes at one of us, we battle it together. No more letting go of each other for the other’s own good. Fuck what’s good. Fuck what’s safe. Life ain’t something I’m doing without you. And I want you to promise me the same thing.”
“I promise.” I was mindless and sobbing, grinding my hips as he worked me on his cock.
“Promise me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours! I promise!”
He pulled out—but only to turn me around in his lap.