Page 28 of Into the Fire

“I’m so sorry, Ethan. I hate that I have these feelings.” She wiped at her eyes.

“I’m not mad. I had Macy kiss me too. I get it, OK? I didn’t have feelings for her like that, but I know what it’s like. I’m not going to tell Enzo and Cole. They’d lose their minds. I think Fox was right in giving you that advice.”

She nodded, looking miserable. “It just seems so stupid.No more secrets.And here I am with one. I hate it. How are we supposed to get better with shit like this hanging over our heads? I can’t keep it straight anymore, and I’m so tired of fighting it all.”

“To be fair, sweetheart, we aren’t without our own secrets,” I said gently.

She sniffled again and stared at me. “You all still keep them, don’t you?”

I nodded. “I keep mine from pretty much everyone. I feel better that way, so you guys don’t have to know how fucked up I am.”

“You can tell me—”

“I know. I’m just not there yet. Maybe someday.” I gave her a sad smile. “For now, know that I’m here for you. That I love you. That I think you’re the most beautiful soul in this entire world.”

“Oh, Ethan,” she whispered. “I think that of you too.”

“I know.” I kissed her again. “I’ll tell you one of the secrets tonight.”

“What is it?”

I pulled away from her and stared out at the falling snow.

“Everett Church was one of the men who hurt me when I was a kid. I saw him at a club a few weeks ago. It triggered old memories. I lost control. The guys had to sedate me. It’s been eating at me since.”

Her warm hand found mine and she gave it a squeeze.

“I think of myself as disgusting because of it. I was just a child,” I whispered. “My parents let it happen. Sometimes they watched. Sometimes they helped. Everything is so fucked up, and all I want to do is end this man’s life. I hope that someday I’m able to.” I breathed out, already feeling lighter having told her.

“I hope someday you’re able to too,” she murmured.

Her answer surprised me, and I looked over at her.

“We all deserve to have vengeance. I think yours is rightly placed. I hope that someday I can be at your side while you do it.”

“Fuck, Rosalie.” I went to her and crushed my lips against hers, kissing her deeply. She reciprocated, parting her lips forme and allowing my tongue to thrash against hers until we were stripping each other naked, our hands all over one another.

I wanted more than anything for her to see me kill that fucker.

I also knew ending his life would save hers and countless others if they decided to come for her.

I’d do it a million times over if it meant her safety.

“Let’s do something crazy,” I said between feverish kisses.

“Yes,” she answered.

As hard as it was, I untangled myself from her, then got out of the car, completely naked in the cold, and went to her side and dragged her out.

“What are we doing?” she asked, her cheeks red.

“Something crazy. We have to hurry before we freeze though.” I brought her to the hood of the car, knowing this was going to be cold as hell but hopeful our fucking would keep her warm.

I turned her and bent her over the hood of my car, noting the temperature was way too low for this, but wanting it nonetheless.

I pushed into her pussy, making her arch off the hood with a sexy as fuck moan.

Slamming into her, I gripped her hips tightly, the snow falling and melting as it hit us.

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