Page 104 of Where We Promise

“Jamie—” His lips crashed against mine; his hand held my jaw in place as he moved his mouth over mine.

“I love you, Penelope, and I don’t care how long it will take you to forgive me for this, you eventually will. You’ll agree that this was the best decision.”

My heart warred with his words. I didn’t want Luke; I didn’t love him. Jameson was the one I was desperate for, but there was a wrongness to what he’d decided without my input. He likely would have never even told me. It wasn’t just my choice; it impacted Connor too, that was his father, and I owed it to him to try and find a way for him to meet him someday.

Anger began to surge in my chest as Jamie kissed me, so much so that I pulled back and slapped him.

“You son of a bitch.” I slapped his chest, but he caught my wrist. “That wasn’t your call to make, you can’t just decide everything…that’s. You picked my car; I liked my car. You picked our house. You can’t just throw money or kill anyone you want. It’s not okay.”

Jamie caught my other wrist and held them to his chest.

“Yes, I can. You’re my wife, Penelope. You will get the best of whatever I think is fit for you to have. What don’t you understand about being mine?”

“I know you; this isn’t you!” I screamed.

He kissed me again, hard. I bit his bottom lip, and he released one of my wrists so he could skim my body and shove his hand around my ass and lift. My legs went around his waist, as my back remained pinned to the wall.

“Maybe having you has changed me, Wife. Maybe realizing what it would be like to be your husband and to have you trust me with Connor, has changed me,” he said in between breaths.

My chest was rising and falling so fast, my head fuzzy with lust as he trailed down to my cleavage with his tongue.

“Changed you into a mindless, possessive monster?” I rasped, moving my hips against his. The friction was starting to make me wet. I wore a pink, lace dress that had risen up and was now cinched at my waist.

Jamie’s fingers slid down the length of my heated core, where he spread my puffy pussy lips with his fingers.

“Changed me into the man who would do anything to protect what belongs to him.”

My fingers tangled in the hair at his neck; meanwhile my hips rocked , making my sex slide over his fingers, greedily.

He met me stroke for stroke, adding another digit as he worked his fingers inside me. My head tipped back to the wall as he played with me. My messy, weeping cunt betraying my anger.

“I hate you for it, Jamie.”

He smiled against my lips, before standing up straight and pulling his fingers free from my center, then licking every single one.

“Tastes like you love me for it, Mrs. King.”

He slid his hand back down our bodies and rubbed his fingers over my clit, and then brought the mess up to my mouth.

“Open and see for yourself. You love me like this, you’re dripping for me right now because I am this possessive creature who refuses to let anyone near you.”

I shook my head, defiant regardless of what my body told him.

He made some sort of grunt before flicking the button on his jeans, his cock was out within seconds and in one harsh push, he was inside me.

My eyes shot open, my hands gripped his shoulders and I cursed.

“It hasn’t been six weeks, Jamie!”

“Five will have to do.” He seemed to freeze as he registered that he was inside me bareback, and I wasn’t on birth control yet.

I shook my head again. “Not inside me, Jameson…”

His hips shifted and…fuck, it felt so good to have him inside me again. I moaned, pulling him closer as I tried to move with him, while being pinned to the wall.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” His head dropped to my shoulder as his hands squeezed my ass, pulling me closer. My breathing was labored, my heels digging into the boxers over his ass. I loved the way he fucked me, the way he lost control, and seemed to completely lose himself.

“Yes,” I gasped incoherently.

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