Page 98 of The Rancher Married the Wrong Sister
“Do you even hear yourself?” he growls. “We both know I’m the one who’s in the wrong—”
“Our marriage might not be normal, but you’ve always been kind to me.”
“If I’m so kind, I should’ve let you go—”
My face loses all color.
“From the moment I realized—” Gavine breaks off. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You want to let me go?” I whisper unevenly. “If I’ve caused too much trouble—”
My words come to a halt when Gavine grabs my shoulders like he’s about to shake some sense into me.
“I’m bad news for you, dammit! Can’t you see that?”
“No.”
“Then what do you see?”
Oh, if only I could answer that. The truth is too embarrassing, too revealing.
“Tell me.”
“I can’t—”
“Tell me or I swear I’ll punish you.”
“H-How?”
His gaze rakes over my body with unmistakable heat. “How do you think?”
The dangerous glint in his eyes makes my pulse stutter. His gaze is darker than I’ve ever seen it, and the way he’s looking at me...like he wants to devour me whole.
“Gavine,” I whisper.
“You’re sick—”
I shake my head frantically.
“You’re insane to want me—”
I don’t care.
“But those violet eyes of yours are telling me you’re stubborn enough not to give a damn.”
My heart slams against my chest when his hand suddenly cups my nape, his thumb stroking along my pulse point.
“If I touch you—” His voice is strained, like he’s fighting some internal battle. “I still can’t promise it won’t change anything.”
“I don’t care.” This time, I say it out loud, and his lips slowly twist in a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.
“So be it.”
His mouth crashes against mine before I can answer. The desperate hunger in his kiss steals my breath. It’s angry and raw, like he’s punishing both of us for wanting this.
But I don’t care.
I’ve been dreaming about this for weeks, and reality is so much better than any fantasy my inexperienced mind could create.
