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Lashing out he sent the display ofornaments and pictures crashing to the floor.He spun toward her.The sound of the shattered glass and porcelain filled theair.
“You’ve been married nearly eightfucking years, and you didn’t tell me you were?”He yelled thewords, not caring if he scared her.
Her hands covered her ears.
“It wasn’t important,” shesaid, tears falling down her cheeks.
“Not important.You don’t thinkit’s important to tell the men you’re intending to screw thatyou’re married.What kind of slut are you?”
“I’m not a slut!”Shefinally shouted back.Her arms slashed the air in front of her.“Don’t you dare call me such a thing?”
“I call it the way I see it,babe.You lead men on.You’re a fucking cock-tease.”
“I’m no such thing.”Shewiped the tears from her cheeks.“You’ve got no idea why I marriedhim.”
“Then make it clear to me,” hesaid, panting for breath.His anger caught him unawares, and heneeded to take time to calm down.
“My family needed themon—”
“Fucking whore.”
He reached down, grabbing theedge of the coffee table and tugged it up.The coffee sloshed outof the cups coating the books, and the wood upended in the oppositedirection.
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Killer trashed her apartment, but shedidn’t care.The nastiness coming from his lips hurt her far morethan any material goods.Unlike her parents, she didn’t care abouttables or ornaments.He stepped close to her.He was too big forher not to take another step back.
She kept taking a step back until her backwas pressed against the nearest wall.Killer’s hands went eitherside of her head.The anger in his eyes startled her.Even with hisanger directed at her, she couldn’t stop the arousal buildinginside her.Her pussy pulsed at the closeness of him.
“I’m not a whore,” she said,hating the way he saw her.
“You slept with a guy formoney.What does that make you?”
“I never said I slept with him.I’ve never slept with Michael.”She cried out as his palms slappedheavily on the wall behind her.He was too strong and could killher without any effort at all.She knew how he got his name, and hecould snap her neck as easily as a twig.
“That his name?”
“Yes, I’ve never slept with him.I’ve never slept with any man, Killer.You’ve got to believe me.Icouldn’t sleep withhim.”
He stared into her eyes, and then his gazedropped down to her lips.
“You’ve never let a maninside your pussy.”
Her cheeks heated.Killer rarelyspoke to her so bluntly.You’ve hurt him deeply.You deserve this.“No, I’ve never beenwith a man, and I had no intention of ever falling for anyone.”Shefisted her hands stopping herself from reaching out and touchinghim.
“Then why did you marry him?Weall know marriage leads to something a lot more.”
“Not my marriage.He was going tokick my parents out of their home.They’d gone to rehab and stoppedgambling, but we had debts.Lots of debts.I can’t even begin totell you how many debts we had.Michael was the one calling themin.He needed a wife and offered to pay everything back providing Ibecame his wife.I didn’t think to ask him.I was too busy dealingwith the fact I was going to be homeless and so were myparents.”
She told him everything goingfor the finer details rather than the long ones.Kelsey told him thetruth about Michael offering her a honeymoon for the sake of it,but she’d turned him down.Neither of them had any real attractionfor each other.At first she didn’t want to tell him the truth, buthe deserved to know exactly what happened in her past with Michaeland her marriage.
When she was finished, he stared downat her.The silence between them hurt.They had once been able totalk about anything or at the very least have a silence that feltright rather than stilted.
“Why haven’t you divorcedhim?”he asked.
“I can’t.T-Tate is lookinginto everything for me.”She had a feeling it was going to takemore than a simple divorce to get rid of Michael.
He leaned down, and suddenly his lips wereon hers.His tongue danced over her lips before sliding inside.Shemoaned, grabbing onto his shoulders as he suddenly deepened thekiss bruising her lips with his possession.
