Page 129 of I Was Always Yours (RCA: Royal Crown Academy)

“I want you to come as I kiss you.” He demands, his pace turning crazed.

He pumps into me until my back hits the wall behind me repeatedly, throwing me around like a ragdoll. His hand closes around the front of my throat and squeezes, forcing my head up to look at him.

His lips crash down on mine with violent possession. He swallows my moans into his mouth, fusing us together with no escape as he pounds into me.

It’s messy and crazy and completely us and he kisses me like I mean something to him.

My heart is in my throat as I realize that I made a terrible mistake. Because holding back from kissing him for weeks only to finally give it to him backfires on me.

It makes kissing him so much more meaningful. Like I’ve already given him my body, and my heart, but now I’m handing him the final piece of my soul.

He slaps my ass, bites my lip, and powers into me one last, brutal time, shoving me off the cliff of my orgasm in the process.

My muscles clamp around his dick as I come, milking his own orgasm out of him as I feel spurts of his seed fill me.

We stay like that for several moments, clutching each other as we gasp for air, working to catch our breaths. Finally, he pulls out, his lips coming back down on mine as he rights himself.

“Come on,” I say, pulling away from him with some difficulty, “We’re late to dinner.”

I grab the hem of my dress and pull it down over my hips as I head towards the door with him in tow.

“Wait,” he says, tugging on my hand and sending me twirling back into his arms. His lips crash back down hotly on mine, surprising me.

After kissing for a couple more minutes, he pulls back. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he rasps, his forehead resting against mine. “Now let’s get you fed and energized. I’m nowhere near done with you for the night.”

My answering giggle echoes in the room as I follow him out the door and to dinner.

Chapter 38

Phoenix

Dinner is a lesson in what a real family should look like. Even with Callum throwing glares across the table at me, it’s the most a part of a family unit that I’ve felt since Astor died.

They’re welcoming me into their fold when I have no intention of seeing this through and something that feels suspiciously like guilt claws at my throat when I think about how I’m deceiving them.

Especially when I look over at Six.

She’s ribbing her father about something and laughing with her mother and it’s tough to imagine that in a not-so-distant future, I’ll betray her.

Two months ago, that was an easy decision to make.

Today, not so much.

I just have to keep reminding myself of the very valid reasons why I can’t go through with this marriage and stay focused on the next five days only.

Then… we’re done.

We go back to the way things were before until I have enough cash in hand and then we go our separate ways for good.

Right?

Then why does it feel like I’m having to convince myself to stay the course on my own plan?

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“When are you going to Paris?” I ask.

We just wrapped up dinner and Six announced to her parents that we were going upstairs to “watch a movie”.

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