Page 110 of Mine to Ruin

Tara’s face is dotted in red spots.

Aubrey puts a hand on hers and adds, “Here’s some tough love for you, if you keep throwing men away because of that dick, you’ll end up alone and bitter.”

Kendrick opens the door, and Jason laughs as Kian and Brandon are on each side of Melanie, holding her up, and step inside.

“I’m hurt, and you keep laughing,” she mumbles at Jason.

“You should’ve paid attention to what you were doing,” Jason says while laughing at her.

He and Kendrick don’t have to send me an apologetic look for me to understand the reason for her fall.

“Try to stand,” Kian says to her, and her eyes sparkle with the attention he gives her.

She puts one foot in front of the other and loses her balance, falling right into Kian’s arms. I tell myself to breathe. She’s hurt, and when Kian searches my face, I nod and force a smile. I should have been an actor.

“Can you take me upstairs?” she asks him.

“Brandon will do it,” Kian says with no inflection and jerks his head towards his brother.

“Not my problem.” Brandon shakes his head.

“Brandon.” Kian’s tone lowers in warning.

“Kian, please.” Her sugary tone grates on my nerves, and I watch as Kian places her right in Brandon’s arms. When the two of them disappear upstairs, Kian cuts the distance between us in two strides.

“Are you all right?”

When I nod, he lifts me up and carries me upstairs.

“Say something, or I’m throwing them both out,” he adds in a resolute tone.

I try to make sense out of my thoughts. “I am relieved. Your reaction showed me there is nothing I should worry about.”

I crawl into bed and watch the snow falling from the sky. He tips my chin up.

“You come first, and if anyone bothers you, especially in your home, they will answer to me.”

I feel his love penetrating every chamber of my heart, filling me to the brim. In his eyes, his heart shows, and it’s all mine. The greens in his eyes flicker with that potent mix of love, passion, possessiveness. It makes me dizzy, it strips me bare.

He takes off the turtleneck and disappears inside the bathroom. With the door open, I follow him with my eyes as he undresses, and steps inside the shower stall. Water sprays down on him, his hands splayed on the wall. I get out of bed, peel my top and leggings off, before I join him in the shower and wrap my hands around his torso. He interlinks our fingers together and places our hands over his heart.

“There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Ellia. I’d renounce everyone and everything. My world begins and ends with you.”

His words open my chest and caress my heart, placing featherlight kisses on the beating muscle. It’s his entirely. “Kian...”

He lifts me up and my back presses against the glass wall as his hands support my ass.

“Put me inside of you. That’s my personal heaven.”

I do that, our eyes never leaving each other. We’re raw with this love between us, the desire to have each other in every way possible. The physical connection and intimacy are a craving we can’t control. The first contact is always a spark flaming up my body.

His cock thrusts in me, the friction offering me a maddening pleasure, and I arch my back against the glass, and he gets even deeper in me. My moans mixed with his groans echo around us. He buries his face in my neck, his lips against my ear.

“I fucking crave your pussy. I want you in any way I can get you.” He slides in and out of me, and I lock my hands around his neck, our hearts beating in sync. He switches from desperate thrusts to a slow rhythm.

I flick a strand of his hair back, and he presses his forehead to mine. It’s an exchange of taking and giving, of connecting on every basic level, physically and emotionally.

His lips brush against mine. I am his, just his, every inch of me, inside and out. And he’s mine.

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