He pulls my hair harder and it turns me on. When he’s inside me I forget that I hate him. I fall deeper and harder into his web. My feelings for Abel being muddled with my attraction to his brother because he reminds me of what I miss. What I crave. I’m fucked in the head.
His hand leaves my hip and comes down palm to cheek, spanking me hard.
“Tell me.”
My body hums in anticipation of the next blow. I shake my head and bite down on the pillow, welcoming the next. Slap. “Oh, God.” I rock back into him sending him surging so deep I could swear I can feel him in my belly. He draws back out as I pant.
“Tell me or I’ll stop.”
“You won’t stop.” I wiggle, trying to get him to move again.
“The hell I won’t.” He pulls out and moves to his side of the bed. He fucking stopped, and I could smother him with my pillow right now.
“Seriously?”
“Sleep tight, sweetheart. I already got mine in the shower.” He winks and I feel ready to explode and not in a good way.
“I hate you.”
“I loathe you too.” For a second my breath caught in my throat because I thought the prick was going to say he loves me. I wouldn’t have believed him. What we share is part lust part loneliness. I turn on my side and debate going to sleep in another room, but he’d probably follow me just to be an ass.
My mind drifts to where it shouldn’t—to Axel.
“Forget me,” he said.
I wish I could.
I wish I’d never met him. That I never gave him pieces of me. He took those pieces with him when he went away.
I thought maybe after things cooled down that someday he’d change his mind and come for me. We’d run off to some beach and change our names. But that tomorrow will never come. He won’t accept my letters and refused my visits.
A tear runs down my cheek, and I swipe it away letting out a sniffle.
“Are you fuckin’ crying?”
“Nope.”
“Fucking hell.” Abel rolls over and pulls me into him. I rest my head on his shoulder, tucking my nose into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. I despise him and yet feel so safe in his arms. It’s a cruel world, and I’m trapped in Abel Black’s arms.
“Do whatever you have to. I forgive you.”
If only I could forgive me.
Abel grips my arms and pulls me onto him. We lay naked chest to chest. His fingers stroking my back. His erection pressed into my stomach. I feel crazy as my tears fall and my legs move to either side of him. I slide up his body and come back down on his cock. I ride him steady but slow. Eyes closed head back. I’m in a different place in a different time with another man. But I feel happy and free even if it’s not real.
Teeth sink into my skin and I tremble and quake. I take it all and just ride until I find my release and my husband does too.
Chapter 3
Axel
Somewhere, Kentucky
“What are you doin’ here?” I stare at the girl I thought I was gonna marry someday through the glass.
“I’ve been thinking about you. A lot.” Her palm flattens against the glass separating us. I place my hand up on the other side, wishing I could reach out and touch her. “I never wanted this. I didn’t think.”
I smirk. “Thinking wasn’t our problem, sweetheart.”