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And in my wacked-out mind, he was the most handsome man on the face of the earth. Whatever that made me, I wasn’t certain I cared any longer.

A pang of guilt tore through me. I had every right to be anxious and angry. Didn’t I? I’d almost been killed. Again. Because of him.

Or maybe it had nothing to do with him at all but was because of who my real father was. Accepting that, believing that, dealing with that had nearly torn me apart from the moment I’d learned the truth. It was bittersweet on every level, my mind still reeling.

But it was my heart that troubled me the most, the ache intense. I cared about the man more than I wanted to admit to myself.

I was twisting my hands, furious that nothing in our ugly worlds could be normal, but there was no doubt he’d experienced his own level of terror when he thought me dead. I wasn’t certain what was right or wrong any longer. I couldn’t ascertain how the blow of knowledge would settle or how I’d handle the future.

But I knew one thing for certain.

I was falling for the man. Good. Bad. Ugly. I didn’t care. He’d awakened the woman inside just as I’d awakened the good side to him. And yes, there was one. I’d seen it. I’d felt it. I’d… enjoyed it.

“Wait,” I said before I could stop myself.

Creed stopped short, taking a deep breath. “I don’t want to hurt you any longer, Bella.”

His words were more emotional than any he’d said up to this point. I walked closer. “Then don’t.” When I dared touch his arm, he slumped as if the touch was burning his skin. Maybe it was given the tips of my fingers were seared from the white-hot heat we’d always shared.

There was no turning back at this point and I knew that in the back of my mind. To allow him into my life, into my world meant we would be together. Did I want marriage? Maybe. Did I believe he was capable of being a decent husband? I wasn’t certain. What I did know was that I wanted him in my life. I wanted to show him that some of the best things in the world had nothing to do with money.

As he cupped the side of my face, I was thrown as always by the excitement surging through me.

“Fuck, baby. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life. Anyone. You’re perfect. So special. Everything I’ve ever dreamt about.” His grip tightened as he closed the distance, rubbing his thumb back and forth across my jaw.

I was torn by the beautiful moment but only for a few seconds. As he lowered his head, both of us breathing raggedly, I could tell he was waiting for me to give my full agreement, to give in to our almost desperate need for each other.

My answer wasn’t one I’d expected at all. I ripped at his shirt. That was the only okay he needed. As he crushed his mouth over mine, I no longer cared about any of the horrors or fears, only longing to have the naked skin of our bodies pressed together.

Creed swept his tongue into my mouth, taking his time to enjoy the moment.

Meanwhile, I was far too eager, yanking his crumpled polo from his shorts. As soon as I was able, I slipped my hands underneath, marveling in the heat the man exuded. I was no longer thrown by the way I felt about him or the way my body reacted. As the electricity turned more explosive, he rolled one hand over my shoulder, raking his fingers down my back and cupping my buttocks.

When he lifted me into the air, I felt like I was flying, free of the chains that had been my life. How could one man do that to me? The taste of him was spectacular as usual, releasing pheromones as if they were going out of style. He tangled his tongue with mine like he was doing with the fingers of his other hand in my hair.

He spun me around and I pressed my knees against his thighs. Every sound he made was about full possession.

Only this time of my heart.

The light breeze and the tiny bit of remaining light added to the moment of passion, the backdrop of the lake spectacular.

Even if I’d almost lost my life in the murky water.

When he broke the kiss, he was the one taking gasping breaths and within seconds, we were ripping at each other’s clothes. I felt such desperate need I was shocked, laughing softly as I fought to unfasten his shorts after tearing off his shirt. I hadn’t realized I’d used so much force when tossing his shirt out of my way until out of the corner of my eye I noticed it billowing over the balcony railing.

He laughed with me until another growl took over and he eased me to my feet, jerking my shirt off with his own heightened level of ferocity. I sensed the material ripping, which I couldn’t care less about.

Within a few seconds, we were both completely naked, the massive man pressing his cock against me. He certainly knew how to make a girl’s mouth water. As he dragged me toward the bedroom, I didn’t fight him, the need to feel his thick shaft plunging inside my wet, throbbing pussy more intense than before.

I was expecting him to toss me onto the bed. When he shoved me against the wall, his grin positively evil, I clawed his back just because I could.

“Oh, my girl likes it tough, huh?” he asked in his dark, demanding voice.

“Yes. Can you handle it?”

His grin remained as he threw one of my arms over my head then the other, capturing both wrists with one hand. There was no foreplay, no time wasted on romance. He simply thrust the entire length of his cock inside.

As sweet and amazing as our sexual escapades had been before, there was an entirely different feeling with him buried deep inside. We both moaned and he stopped moving altogether, allowing us to catch our breath. I was so lost in the man and in the moment that truly nothing else mattered.

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