Page 83 of When Hearts Surrender

My mind is filled with visions of my cum dripping out of her and her belly swelling with my baby, and all rational thoughts leave my mind.

Letting go of her hands, I slide my thumb to the crease of her ass and dip it into her sensitive, puckered hole.

“Maxwell!”

She explodes, her screams of pleasure echoing in the room. I feel spurts of liquid dripping down my legs.Fuck me, she squirted.

My thrusts turn erratic and I clutch her neck in a tight clasp as nirvana overtakes me. I roar against her ear, my cock throbbing, unloading ropes of cum inside her tight, wet channel.

We’re a mess of anger and lust, hatred and another emotion I don’t dare name, our heavy breaths sounding loud in the quiet room. She and I are oil and water, explosives and fire, combustible and unable to stay away from each other.

I notice the moment she realizes I haven’t kissed her, opting to fuck her face down in the most impersonal way ever. Again. Her nostrils flare as hurt flashes on her face. She grips her towel tightly, her muscles tensing.

I pull out before I can throw myself at her feet and beg her for forgiveness.

“You’re an Anderson, and you’re my wife,” I growl. “You won’t volunteer at BSUA, and you’ll take your bodyguard with you whenever you leave the house.”

I walk to the door.Don’t look back. Don’t you fucking look back, Maxwell.

I open the door.

“I hate you!” she screams and I flinch, my heart spasming in pain.

“Perfect, then you can hate me even more.I don’t care.” I slam the door shut and lean against the wall outside her room.

I hate myself for hurting her, this angel of brightness.

I hate myself for being the eldest son, cursed to live a cold, lonely life, haunted by dark dreams and death.

I hate myself for being weak, for not being able to stay away from her, for not being strong enough to let her go to protect her.

I hate myself for wanting to once again throw caution to the wind, to tempt fate once more, because I want her for myself.

And I hate myself because despite everything—all the losses, the deaths, the fact she got hurt under my watch—I still want her to look at me with love in her eyes, like I’m everything she needs in this entire world.

Chapter 30

“If these are yourconcept drawings, then I might as well look for a new job now because McKenzie’s will be brought down by you, Belle!” Gordon tossed my initial sketches of The Disaster into the trash can and sneered at me, contempt dripping from his beady black eyes.

Gritting my teeth, I fought every urge to give him a right hook because getting arrested for assault wouldn’t do the company’s image any favors. “You’ve given me an impossible task, Gordon.”

He scoffed. “It’s impossible because you aren’t qualified to be here. You’re only here because of your family, fucking nepo baby, and the elite have caught on. They aren’t buying what you’re selling and to think, your parents want you to lead the company one day.”

Gordon pointed to the papers in the trash can. “Complete trash. Uninspiring trash that isn’t even worthy to be in my trash can.”

Fuck you, Gordon, I’ll show you.

I blow out a frustrated exhale as I turn on the electric lamp I placed in the secret passageway a few weeks ago. Memories of yesterday’s horrendous exchange with Gordon at work flood my mind. He purposely left his office door cracked open as he ripped me a new one because he wanted to undermine me in front of everyone at every opportunity.

I know it’s because he’s pissed his last name isn’t Law-McKenzie and he won’t ever get the chance to run the company.

Dammit. This is just what I need on top of dealing with my maddening husband.The frigid king has made no effort to find me since our hate sex encounter two weeks ago, and I’ve gone out of my way to avoid him as well.

But I have fired the bodyguard—after giving him a nice bonus for his troubles, of course. I told Maxwell I would move out if he insisted on assigning me a shadow.

I guess I should be pleased he backed off, since that meant he wanted me living with him more than he wanted to get his way.

These bastards in my life.

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