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And then he took me again.
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CASH
It was wrong.Everything about this was wrong. But I couldn’t pull away from her. Not after I spent all night fucking her. Not when I felt her pussy wrapped around my cock, dragging every orgasm from my body.
Not when I felt her love wrap around me, reminding me why I was so desperate to leave in the first place.
But she was here now, and there was no denying how much I needed her.
Craved her.
Would fucking die without her.
Slowly, that need to fuck her turned into something different. The desperation of the man I had been over the last year faded with every orgasm, and in its place was left only the man who had fallen so hard for the woman in his arms.
I was a wreck, in desperate need of the woman in my arms, and I wasn’t letting her go, not when it took me so fucking long to find my way back to her.
“There you are,” she whispered, her hand resting against my cheek.
I closed my eyes, finally letting her in, reminding myself what it felt like to have all that love in my heart. I had shoved awayso many things in a failed attempt to cut her from my life so I could do what I needed to. And in the end, she was what ended up saving my life.
This time, when I peeled my eyes open, I felt like I was staring at the woman I had rescued a lifetime ago. Terrified and on the run, she had so little faith in anyone, but she chose to trust me. She handed over her life to me, allowing me to be the man who ended the pain and suffering in her life.
What a shit way for me to repay that trust.
“Why are you here?” I whispered.
She sighed heavily, her irritation palpable. “How many times?—”
“No, I mean…you never gave up. Why?”
Understanding twisted her lips in a frown. “Cash, I love you. There’s no one I could ever be with other than you.”
“I hurt you,” I admitted, hating that I had done that to her.
“I knew what you were doing, Cash Owens. I’m not some naive woman who just met you. You forget that I’ve spent years getting to know your moods.”
“You came for me. After all the shit I put you through, after I treated you like garbage and…”
The memory of me pushing her to her knees and telling her to show me what she did for Rafe made my stomach twist in disgust. It was like I was running on autopilot the whole time, only focusing on the end goal, which was to make her hate me. To make all of them hate me so much that they’d forget about me.
It was the only way forward.
The only way to protect her from me. But thinking back on it, how I taunted her with a memory that was so horrible for her?—
“Cash,” she murmured, pressing her hand to my cheek. “For all the shitty things you’ve done, you can’t hide who you really are. Not from me. You forget how well I know you.”
“I hate what I did,” I whispered, not sure I could ever truly get past what I had done to her.
“The best laid intentions,” she smiled. “You’re here now. We’re going to end this. All of this. And you’re going to come home to me.”
The idea of even stepping foot in my home again sent a mix of emotions flooding through me. Would I even be welcome? Would my kids remember me or even want me around?
“They love you,” she whispered as if she could read my thoughts. “They haven’t forgotten you.”
“What did you tell them?” I asked, unable to look at her.
