Page 103 of His Cursed Heart

"I'm going to kill every single one of them." I feel his muscles spam and with a speed I've never seen before, he goes straight for the door.

"Keaton stop," But he's not hearing me. He's blinded by anger, by vengeance and he'll kill everyone in his

path. I want to kill them too, but I don't want them to have a quick death.

He's out of the room, running down the stairs like that will get him quicker in Italy. I run after him and he's so fucking fast that I don't have time to stop him from getting in the car.

Without thinking, I throw myself in front of the car hearing the guards yell for me.

Everette stops the car inches away from me and his wide eyes are burning.

"Step away, Althea." I shake my head, feeling my body tremble.

"Don't leave me like this, Keaton. I just told you my deepest fear and trauma! You can't fucking leave me here alone." I cry desperately. He punches the wheel and exits his car.

His face is white as a sheet, his eyes are torment and his hands are shaking.

Oh, Everette.

My big, scary beast.

"I can't fucking let them breathe for another day, Althea. I need to go." He comes in front me and my heart cracks at the pain he shows.

I take his cold face in my hands and I look at him, feeling my heart burst and my blood pumping with force.

"Althea please," But he shuts up when my lips meet his in a desperate kiss.

For the first time since we got married, I kiss him first. Because I can't stay a second longer without his lips on mine. I'm obsessed with him, my heart clings to him, scared that he'll leave us. I kiss him hard, separating his lips with my tongue.

Don't leave me, Everette.

His hands grab my back in a painful hug and he bites my lips until they're sore.

"Stay with me. Make me forget them. Make me feel what I haven't felt with them." I beg him, and in this moment, when our eyes are lock on each other, so pure and fragile, I realize that I trust this man with my life.

With the heart I thought I don't have.

"Make me truly yours, my beast."

The door to our room slams as Everette rushes us to the bed. My legs are wrapped around his tight waist and my hands are messing his hair.

Our tongues are in a duel for dominance and I feel my teeth crushing his. We devour each other with a passion that makes me melt in his arms.

Everette closes the door with his foot and I gasp when his big hands squeeze my ass in hunger. I feel thrown on our bed and in a second, Everette attacks my neck with wet kisses.

I moan at the attention he gives me. I've never felt this wanted by someone. It feels so sexual, so free. With just his presence, Everette makes me lose ability to think, to act.

I let myself prey to his beast. I let him roam his hands on me until his touch leaves a trail of hot stings.

I don't want to think of anything else besides my husband. His hot, smooth skin, his addicting kisses, the passion in his eyes. I need him as much as he needs me.

In a blink, my beast rips my floral shirt off me and his eyes stare at my naked breasts. He moans roughly

and his teeth sink into my right nipple as his hand massages my other one.

My back arches a little and the need to touch him makes me desperate. I slip my hands under his shirt letting my fingers feel every muscle, every twitch. His wet mouth makes my nipples turn into tight, sore buds.

My body floats from the feelings he makes me experience. The way my body responds to his touch is incredible.

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