Second Chance Vow

“I already lost everything. Thanks to you.”

“That’s not fair.”

“How do you turn it off, Kinley? How do you just stop loving me? I need you to tell me. You owe me that much.”

She sidestepped me, but right when she took a step, I grabbed her arm and tugged her into my chest.

Instantly, her face paled as she placed her hands on my shoulders. “You smell like whiskey and women’s perfume.” The expression on her face turned lethal when she wiped something off my neck, showing me red lipstick on her fingers. “Oh. My. God. Were you fucking someone before you came here, Christian?”

“Kins.” I snidely grinned. “You lost the right to ask me about who I’m fucking when you decided you didn’t want me fucking you anymore.”

She gasped, jerking back. “I can’t believe you came here after being with another woman! You fucking asshole! How dare you?!” She went to slap me across the face, but I caught her wrist in the air.

Using her momentum, I spun her around and pressed the front of her body against the balcony slider door. Her back was now against my chest.

“You remember the first time I fucked you against this window?”

Her breathing hitched.

“You were wet from the shower, just like you are right now, and I couldn’t help myself. I never could with you. You know that, right? The effect you’ve always had on me?”

Her breathing became erratic, and it started to fog up the glass on the side of her face. “Did you say that to the whore you were with tonight? I know what you were like before me, so I can only imagine how slutty she was.”

“If you must know,” I snidely chuckled. “She was a sorority girl.”

“You shameless bastard!”

Thrusting my hard cock into her ass, she loudly gasped again.

“Are you jealous, sweetness?”

“You fucking asshole! Is that why you came here, Christian? To throw your whore in my face?”

“Hmmm…” I groaned into the side of her neck, breathing her in. “Naked and wet was always my favorite Kinley.”

“Fuck you, Christian.”

I connivingly smiled. “I’d much rather fuck you, baby. I wasn’t with another woman tonight. I couldn’t stop thinking about your perfect tits, your luscious ass, and that tight fucking pussy I love so much.”

“How noble of you,” she gritted through a clenched jaw. “I’m not stupid. You have her lipstick all over your neck and smell like cheap perfume.”

“Nothing happened.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I don’t lie to you, Kinley. You know that like you know my name.”

“It doesn’t matter. After tomorrow you can fuck anything that walks.”

“You mean like your best friend does?” I scoffed out, having to remind her about the truth of who I was. “I changed for you, sweetness. I became the man you needed me to be. After I met you, I gave up who I was. For you. How can you think I could just fuck someone else after all that? I don’t even know that man anymore. I don’t know who I am without you, Kinley Troy.”

She shut her eyes, feeling the sincerity of my words burning into her skin. “I never asked you to do that.”

“You didn’t have to. You want to know why?”

“Why are you doing this to me?”

I didn’t hesitate in telling her another fact, “Because this … is all I have left of you.”

“Fine, Christian. You win, okay? I’m the bad guy. I’m the fuck up! This is all my fault! Is that what you need to hear?”

“You haven’t listened to one thing I’ve said, so I’ll make it easy for you. I fucking love you! Do you hear me, Kinley?” I didn’t hesitate in adding…

“There is no me without you.”

—Kinley—

I did the only thing I could in a moment when I needed him to let me go. Even though I didn’t mean it, I spewed, “You want to know what, Christian?”

“What, baby?”

“You being with your sorority girl tonight just made me realize I don’t love you anymore, okay? There! You got what you came for. Now leave!”

He growled as my heart pounded in my ears. I couldn’t believe I’d just said that. The lie tasted like vinegar on my tongue, like acid on my heart, like a knife to my soul.

I never expected what happened next. He abruptly turned me around to look at him, slamming my back against the slider. I grimaced from his rough assault.

But at the same time, I welcomed it.

Repeating, “I don’t love yo—”

Except, this time he cut me off.

Crashing his mouth onto mine.

Chapter 12

Kinley

His hands dug into my hair.

It was intense.

Forceful.

Demanding.

As his tongue devoured my mouth.

My memories didn’t compare to this and what was unexpectedly happening between us. I should have stopped him. I should have pushed him away and kicked him out of my house. I should have done anything other than grip onto the front of my shirt, yanking it open. Buttons flew in every direction, cascading down on the tile floor.