Page 136 of Slaughter

I reach up and run my hand through her brown hair. “Forever, if I need to.”

She sighs heavily. “That is no way to live.”

“At least you would be alive.” I’d die if anything happened to her. I would take my own gun and end my life if I lost her again.

She pulls away from me, and my hands drop to my side. “I need more.” She fists her hands.

“I can give you anything you want.”

Her eyes narrow on me. “I want to leave.”

“Anything but that,” I say, shaking my head.

“I want to show him that I’m not afraid. I want to show him that no matter what he did to me, you still want me.”

“He knows that nothing he could do would keep me away from you.”

“Really? Because he told you I had an abortion and left with another man, and you believed him,” she snaps, getting angry. “And that lasted eleven years.”

“Stop.” I growl. “Things have changed.”

PRESLEIGH

He doesn’t get it!

He doesn’t understand what I want. All these years, I’ve been helpless, and now I know I need to stand up for myself.

I reach down and grab his shirt that I was wearing and put it on over my head.

“What are you doing?” he asks with a sigh.

I’m not sure if it’s lack of patience or annoyance. And I don’t care either way. Ignoring him, I grab my underwear and pull them up my legs. Then I make my way to the door. As I pull it open, his hand slaps it, slamming it shut, and he pins me against it.

“I asked you a question,” he growls, looking down at me with narrowed eyes.

“I’m leaving,” I snap. He starts shaking his head, and I arch a brow. “What are you gonna do? Tie me to my bed?” I ask, shoving my hand into his hard, bare chest. He doesn’t budge. “Whip me?”

“Bunny,” he growls. “Don’t fucking test me!”

“Maybe you’re testing me,” I counter.

He leans into me, pressing my back into the door. I hitch in a breath when I feel his now hard cock against my lower belly.

He lowers his face down to mine, his nose tracing my jaw before dipping into the crook of my neck. His hands still flat against the door above me, caging me in.

I reach out and wrap my hand around the base of his dick. He jumps but doesn’t pull away from me.

He lets out a moan as if he’s pained. Then he speaks roughly into my ear. “I can’t get the image of you tied to my bed out of my mind now.”

Wetness pools between my legs as my breathing picks up. “Avery,” I pant and begin to stroke his hardness. He just fucked me, and already I need more. I’ve always been so dependent on this man. I’m not sure how I survived eleven years without him.

He removes his right hand from the door, and it slides down my ribs to my hip. His fingers are gentle but setting me on fire at the same time. He gives my hip a little squeeze before he reaches between my legs.

My head falls back to the door, and I pant when he slides a finger into me. “I think you have that image in your head as well,” he says, and I can feel the smirk against my neck.

“I do,” I admit shamelessly.

“And?” He slides another finger into me, his knees spread mine wide.

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