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I felt him swallow.“Too busy fucking women whose names I can’tevenremember.”
A pang of jealousy streaked through me, but I ignored it. Backthen, neitherof us knew our paths were destined to cross again. I had no right to be jealous over what he did before me.
“He didn’t wait.”The guilt and blame he was putting on himself wasunmissable.“I told him not to go without me, but he went anyway.”
“It’s not your fault, Miles. Theo made the decision to go alone; you can’tblame yourself for what happened.”
He didn’t reply for whatseemedlike an eternity.“I know. For so long, Iblamed myself, but…I think I’m beginning to acceptthatit wasn’t my fault. Ijustwish these nightmares would fuck off.”
I kissed the top of his head again.“They will, youjusthave to give themtime.”
“I wish I could believethat, especially now.”
“Especially now?”
He sighed heavily.“Ever since the deal was made for us to be married, thenightmares changed to Theo accusing me of stealing you from him. He…he kills you, and says you belong to him.”
Oh.
Stunned into silence, all I could do was stare down at Miles. He’d spent solong convincing himselfthatTheo was the one I wantedthatnight, not helped by Theo’s strange obsession with me.
Butthatwas the thing. Theo was obsessed with Sophie White;shewas thegirl he had met four years ago. Every question he asked about my life as Sophie White was answered with lie after lie as I spun a web of deceit so I could live a different persona forjustone night.
Theo was obsessed with thefantasyof me, not the real me.
But Miles? He knew me. He saw me for who I was.
“I wish I could make you realizethatI never wanted Theo,”I whispered,more to myself than to Miles.
“It’s okay, Sofe. You don’t have to deny how you felt about him. Like yousaid before, it was always Theo.”
Before I could stop myself, I shifted out of Miles’ grip and sat up.“Whenthe hell did I ever saythat?”
His brow lifted as he watched me cautiously, seemingly confused about mysudden attitude.“When you were attacked at Bar Forty-Four. I carried you to the car, and you said it. You probably don’t remember ‘cos the drugs-”
“I remember perfectly well, thank you. I remember resting my cheek againstyour chest and feeling safer in your arms than I’ve ever felt in my life, and before I could think better of it, I said,‘It was always you, neverTheo.’”
He blinked at me several times, gaping at me like I’djustspoken a foreignlanguage. Taking advantage of his state of shock, I pushed him onto his back before straddling his waist.
“It was always you, Miles,”I admitted quietly.“I don’t know what it wasabout you, but from the minute I saw you onthatstage, I wanted you. The whole time Theo was talking to me, I wished it was you-”
“You kissed him,”he interrupted.
“Hekissedme. Why do you think I left the table straight after? It wasbecause I didn’t want to lead him on, and notjustbecause I was lying about who I was, but because I wasn’t attracted to him. When he kissed me, I wanted it to be you. It was always you, never him.”
He sat up, his bare chest pressed against my shirt-covered breasts, and hiseyes blazing with something powerful.Acceptance.“Saythatagain.”
“It was always you. I wanted youthatnight, and I’ve wanted you eversince,”I breathed against his lips.
His mouth was on me in an instant, his hands lacing through my hair as histongue dominated mine. Between my thighs, his cock thickened as my pussy grew slick with my need for him.
I reached between us, shoving my hand into his boxer briefs, and wrapped my hand firmly around his shaft, my thumb running over the metal of his piercing.
Miles hissed through his teeth before flipping us so I was on my back.“Needto be inside you, Jailbait,”he growled, freeing his cock.
With one rough thrust, he was inside me. He hooked his elbows under myknees and lifted them so they were almost level with my shoulders, driving himself deeper into my pussy.
“Say it again,”he demanded, his mouth an inch away from mine.
