Page 96 of All for her Forgiveness

"I've always been on this path, Beau. I divide my life into people I care about, people I'm indifferent to, and those I think don't deserve to breathe. Regarding the latter, I'm willing to hasten their trip to hell.”

Kennedy

As soon as I enter the room to say goodnight to my son, who, just like in our house, has a room all to himself at the Carmouche-LeBlanc residence, Hades, who was telling King a story from a book borrowed from Amber, kisses him on the forehead, gets up, and walks towards the door.

As he passes by me, he holds my chin and kisses me, and I swear to myself that it’s being caught off-guard that prevents me from pulling away.

But even ten minutes later, I still feel the pressure and the taste of his lips on mine.

After making sure King is asleep and grabbing one of the baby monitors, I’m eager to take a shower, so I head to the suite Amber told me would be where I'd sleep. But as soon as I open the door, I know something is wrong.

Amber has sent me to an already occupied room.

There are men's clothes hanging over a chair, and I know who they belong to, as well as the Italian shoes and the socks carelessly left on the floor.

I'm also aware that I should retreat because, from where I stand, I can hear the shower running.

But I don't.

I close the door, and as if I have no control over my own legs, I walk to the bathroom.

I try to stay hidden, but as soon as I stand in the doorway, facing the mirror, I see Hades’ broad back, water cascading over his body.

I take another step forward, eager to see more, although I have no idea what I'll do if he catches me in the act. Because I know there is no excuse in the world that will make me able to explain why I am, like a voyeur, spying on my son's father naked.

The drops of water falling down his naked body, down his muscular ass, cause an almost painful tightness to concentrate between my thighs.

My feet refuse to leave.

I can't take my eyes off his body.

I'm drawn to him even though I don't trust him, even knowing I should hate him, and this tangled emotional puzzle leaves me confused and angry.

When Hades turns around, his chest on display, I know I should run. I can’t see his face because the shower glass is fogged up, but I’m sure he’s looking at me, aware that it’s me. I nearly have a heart attack when he opens the shower door and stares at me.

“Leave if it’s not what you want,” he says, “or I’ll spend the whole night inside you, showing you just how crazy I am about you.”

Hades

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

Despite my warning,Kennedy doesn't move, and I don't wait any longer. I get out of the shower, pick her up, and take her under the water with me.

"I don't have any other clothes."

"If that's the only problem, I'll buy you an entire shopping mall, love."

I hold her by the neck and kiss her mouth with the hunger heightened by what happened today, because my head hasn't stopped for a second thinking that if George, the driver, hadn't been able to control the car, one or both of us could have been killed.

I start to unbutton her blouse, and she doesn't tell me to stop.

"One time," she says.

"What?"

"You told me that we should make love one more time, and that if this madness between us is just desire?—”

I don't let her finish the sentence. I kiss her, my tongue taking every sweet, warm corner of her, until I leave her so weak that she needs to support herself on my forearms to keep from falling.

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