Page 121 of Vengeful Guard

He holds my hands and flips me over, his hands enveloping mine as he pins them above my head.

Looking up at him, I want to kiss him so badly that I ache all over. I want him to want me, to crave me, to need me…

I need him to love me, because dear god, I love Kael Sullivan. Love him more than I thought possible.

And all I can think about is his taste as his mouth takes mine, the feel of him inside of me, how he held me in his arms as he comforted me after my dad was shot, after we had sex.

I crave his kiss so bad that I can’t hold back anymore. I know it’s wrong, that we can never be, that my love is an impossible and unrequited one. But I don’t care.

As I go to lean up to kiss him, though, his mouth meets mine as he lies me down on the gym mat, kissing me so deeply that I can’t think. I can only feel. Him. My love. Kael.

His thigh goes between my legs, and I moan into his mouth, rocking against him as he kisses me.

The next thing I know, someone yanks him off me, throwing him to the ground, and I scream.

How did Murphy’s men get here?

Except when I look, it’s Declan, standing there with his chest heaving, watching Kael with a shocked and enraged expression on his face.

“Get the hell away from my sister.”

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Getting ripped out from Paige has my blood boiling in my veins.

Who dares? I’m about to kill someone.

When my eyes meet my attacker, I freeze.

“I said, get the hell away from my sister.”

I stare at Declan, probably matching his shocked expression.

God, what have I done?

She was sad and hurting and looking at me as if I hung the moon and something took over me. The feelings I have for her are so overwhelming that I could take on world armies for her. Slay dragons.

She has a lot to deal with already. She’s back in this house because of what happened to her father. A father who may be dying, and instead of protecting her, letting her process those feelings, I go ahead and kiss her.

And she kissed me back. Passionately.

And I wanted more. I wanted it all. I wanted her.

For myself. To have, to hold. To love.

Forever.

But reality came crashing down with a hand yanking me from her.

Wanting her, having her, was never something I would ever be allowed. I was told from the start that she was untouchable. Forbidden. Off limits.

She’s a princess, I’m a nobody, a wiseguy trying to make do and support his mother.

She deserves so much more, so much better.

All she’s hurting now is my fault. I failed her time and time again, and I’m still failing her.

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