Page 257 of The Tempted

“You’re going to lose her,” my mind taunted.

“She’s going to hate you for lying to her,” my conscience screamed.

“You stupid prick, thought you could have something as light as her when you’re destined to live in darkness,” the devil sounded.

“Lights out motherfucker,” my own voice living inside my head whispered.

“Say you’ll be my old lady, Reina. Promise me you’ll stick with me,” I ground out, lifting her leg over my shoulder and pounding desperately into her.

“Jack,” she gasped, meeting me thrust for thrust.

“Say it,” I growled, giving it to her harder, feeling her lose herself around me.

“I’ll be your old lady,” she shouted, as her body convulsed beneath me. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she arched into me, shouting my name as she came, her sweetness drenching my cock.

She sang me a lullaby to heal my soul and now she gave me the words that mended my heart. I pressed my mouth to hers, slipped my tongue inside and made love to her mouth the way my cock loved her pussy. I couldn’t take it anymore, one more thrust and I was coming, chanting my woman’s name like it was a goddamn prayer.

I was mad.

But I never knew there could be a good madness, one I didn’t have to fight.

I was mad about Reina, crazy for her and I didn’t have to fight against it, just fight for it.I pulled out of her, harshly breathing as I stared down at her.

“We’re in this together, Reina, whatever comes, remember you’re mine now. I don’t take that lightly and I sure as hell don’t let what’s mine slip through my fingers without a fight,” I warned her.

“Together,” she affirmed, lifting her head to kiss my lips delicately, before dropping her head back onto the pillow beaming up at me. “You’re mine,” she squealed in delight. “I never saw you coming, Jack Parrish, not in a million years but I’m so glad you walked into Dee’s Diner and ordered a slice of pie,” she added, giving me another kiss.

“Me too,” I whispered, the guilt distressing me like a cancer corroding my body. I pulled away, throwing my legs over the bed and threaded my fingers roughly through my hair. “There’s sweats in the drawers you can wear. I’ll make us breakfast.”

“Worked up an appetite?” she teased, sitting up and plucking my t-shirt from my hands. She slipped it over her head as I pulled on my sweats.

Time’s up, motherfucker.

I glanced at Reina and knew the voice inside my head was right. It was time to give her the truth.

“Got one more scar for you, Reina,” I whispered. “One more truth to give you,” I said, rising to my feet. “I’ll be downstairs,” I continued, walking out of the bedroom and away from my happiness.

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