Page 54 of His Scarlette Obsession
Scarlette?
She’s gesturing frantically to someone in front of me, and my gaze swings sharply back to the front. I want to know who she’s talking to, and—
What the hell?
It’s Nadir, quickly opening the door to the en-suite, and Scarlette is pushing me again from behind, and the next thing I know, I’m stumbling through the doorway just as I hear the distinct click of a lock engaging behind us.
I whip around, wondering if she’s lost her mind. Why the hell is she locking me inside my own en-suite?
But then I see the way her lip has started to tremble as she stares at me, and my chest nearly caves in.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Is this it then?
Is this really it?
Do you...do you believe in God, Lykan?
An eternity seemed to have past since she asked me that question.
And yet I find myself remembering it now.
And this time—
If You’re everything they say You are, please...
I want to believe in Him more.
Help me.
Because I think...my wife is about to tell me she wants a divorce, and if she does...
I know You don’t owe me anything.
I don’t think I have it in me to stop her, even if losing her kills me.
But please.
I’m all out.
I don’t know what else to say or do.
Whatever You decide, whatever Your will is—
I haven’t even finished praying when Scarlette suddenly moves, and all I can do is brace myself for rejection.
But instead I end up sucking my breath in as my wife rises on her toes to cup my face with her small hands...before covering my mouth with a kiss that tasted like her tears.
I freeze in shock.
And she seems to feel this, which then makes her press her lips harder to mine...and that’s when something primitive and starving takes over.
I lift her onto the marble countertop in one swift motion, my hands already bunching up her skirt. She gasps against mymouth, her legs falling open to accommodate me as I step between them.
“Need you,” I manage to say against her throat, my voice rough and uneven, my teeth scraping her pulse point. “I need to be inside you—”
“Then take me.”
