Page 62 of One Little Mistake
“I want this, East. I-I’m just broken.”
It’s like I’ve flipped a switch in him, and his eyes darken to a shade I don’t recognize as he reaches into his pants for a condom.
“Hang onto the edge of the desk.” Easton’s voice is a deep, rumbling growl that makes my thighs clench. “Now, Locket.”
My eyes never leave his as my hands find the smooth edge of the desk. When my palms rub against the carving with my name, I swallow the emotion clawing at my throat.
He enters me in one angry thrust, and it steals my breath.
“You.” He thrusts again, and the table slides on the sawdust-covered floor. “Are.” Thump-slide. “Not.” Thump-slide. “A.” Thump-slide. “Mistake.” Each deep thrust punctures what’s left of my soul.
The table has moved across the floor, so we’re now against the wall. Easton pulls out and waits until my gaze finds his. “You’re not broken. You’re not a mistake. You’re my wife.” He slams back in. The veracity of his words mixed with his near violent thrusts are too much for me to take.
I come undone, and feel it in every inch of my body. My hair stands on end while my toes curl. My legs and pussy spasm around his long, thick length that pistons in and out of me with animalistic control.
“Feel this, Lexi. Feel me, only me. I’ll never lie to you,” he vows, but I only partly hear him because blood is rushing loudly in my ears.
Easton’s body goes rigid while he pours himself into me with a long, low growl that seems to spur me to the edge again.
“Oh, Lexi. I feel you. I feel your pussy tightening. You’re close again, aren’t you?”
I don’t know if my mind is even functioning anymore. All I can do is pant as he snakes his hand between us.
“Holy shit.” I moan when I feel Easton’s dick twitching inside of me, and he begins to move again.
“Only you. Only you do this to me,” he whispers beside my ear while his fingers work their magic on my clit.
“I-I can’t. I can’t, Beast.”
“You told me once to never underestimate you, sweetheart,” he growls through clenched teeth. Every muscle in his body tenses as he fights for control. “I think you’re capable of so much more than you realize.”
With a devilish gleam, his fingers pick up speed as he grinds his cock so deep inside of me I’m sure he’s branding me from the inside out.
“Give me one more, Locket.” When he pinches my clit between his fingers, the world goes black around me.
Somewhere in my post-coital blackout, I hear him whisper, “I want you to stay, Lexi. Here, with me. You feel like home.”
* * *
Why is it so bright in here?
Rolling over, I come face-to-face with a scruffy-faced Easton, and I bite my tongue to keep from screaming.Ugh, Lexi.You’re so selfish. Staring at his handsomely chiseled face, I notice how young he appears in sleep. His scowl lines have vanished, and he seems peaceful. Happy.
We’re already getting attached.
This man grew up with the TV perfect family—he’s going to want the same thing. What’s going to happen when he finds out you can never give him that future?Maybe I should just tell him? Then we can get this divorce over with before anyone gets hurt.
In another life, I know I could have made him happy. But Miles broke me. I’ll never be the same, and it’s time I started pulling my head out of my ass and figured out what my future will look like. One thing I know for sure: I can’t let Easton think he has feelings for me.I can’t let myself think I have feelings for him either. He’ll feel betrayed when he finds out what a future with me would be, and I’d rather push him away than let him know what I allowed myself to become.
Swallowing the sadness that sits heavy in my chest, I creep out of bed and head toward the kitchen. I’m pretty sure my clothes are still in the garage so I can grab them and be on my way without ever waking the perfect beast.
Searching for my shirt, I find it under the desk.My desk. My chest cracks wide open. I have to blink rapidly to keep the tears at bay. No one has ever spent time on me like this. I don’t know if anyone has ever given me enough thought to even consider it. The gesture means more than he’ll ever know, and as much as I wish I could keep it, I know it would be too painful. A constant reminder of him is the last thing I can deal with.
Instead, I take out my phone and snap pictures of it from every angle. Once I’m satisfied I have every inch of it in my phone, I pull up Uber and call for a ride.
Easton’s going to be pissed when he wakes up. He asked me to stay, but hopefully, someday, he’ll realize it was for the best. Now I just need to get through this weekend. Then, I’ll head home and pray that GG can fix my broken heart.
Chapter 24
