Page 108 of Adoration: Isn't What It Seems (Love Isn't What It Seems 2)

“You are mine,” he spat against my mouth, ravishing it like it was the last kiss he’d ever get and I was no better taking all he would give me. “My wife.”

His mouth moved down my neck to my collarbone down to my breast, leaving bruising kisses in its path, until he reached my nipple and took it into his mouth as he sucked hard. He bit my pebbled flesh. I cried out, pain and pleasure mixing together while his fingers plunged hard into me.

“So fucking wet,” he muttered. “This is for me. Do you understand? You're wet just for me.” The possessive edge in his voice made me quiver against his touch.

“Alexander,” my voice was raspy, breathless from desire. “More. I need more.”

I demanded more, more pleasure, more pain. I wanted him to give me all.

Holding me tight to him with one hand while his other making quick work of unzipping his fly, he freed his cock. My thighs straddled him, my eyes lost in those deep blue eyes, my entire being focused on him. My whole body ached for him, uncaring of consequences spiraling out of control.

He gripped my thighs and in one swift move, pulled me down onto him, his cock buried deep inside me.

“Yes,” I gasped feeling full.

I grabbed his shoulders, urging him on and with his hands gripping my hips, he slammed into me. All the nerves in my body tightened as he stretched me and filled me. He controlled my movements as he pulled me down and rammed into me, his thrusts hard and fast. We behaved like two addicts.

My gaze hazed over as waves of shattering orgasm came crushing, my cries increasing in pitch as I was overcome by the overwhelming maddening rush. He sealed his lips to mine, stifling my cries as he continued his assault. I took him deep inside me as my body convulsed with each brutal pound of his cock and I milked him for all he got.

Alexander exploded in me and I took all of him, holding on desperately to his neck. We trembled together as he kissed me with passion, burying his cries in me.

I broke the kiss and buried my face into the crook of his neck, my heart full of love for this man. His fingers brushed my sweaty hair away from my forehead, plastering feather light kisses there and my heart hurt. His gentleness made my heart swell. What was happening to me?

“Alexander,” I started hesitantly, my face still buried in his neck. I was scared if I looked at him in the eyes, he’d see how stupidly in love with him I am. “Callen and I…” I was struggling to find the right words. “There is nothing between us. He was something to me a long time ago.”

“I was worried sick about you when I heard you had been gone for hours.” His voice held anguish and I believed him.

“I just needed to clear my head.” I couldn’t tell him what I found out, not yet. “I was walking around the city, sometimes it helps me get my mind straight.”

“We are home,” he muttered against my skin.

I glanced around, realizing we stopped. I pushed away from him, grabbed my dress and panties as he hurriedly tucked himself in, zipping his pants.

The door started opening, making me panic as I fumbled with my dress.

“Shut the door,” he barked, blocking the door with his body. The driver stepped away promptly and Alexander helped me with the clothes. I couldn’t meet his eyes, my heart, mind, and body enveloped in confusion and pain. My life had spiraled out of control.

He took my chin between his fingers and gazed into my eyes.

“Next time, text me or call me.” His words reminded me of our first few weeks when he ordered me around. He must have thought the same, because as he softly placed a kiss on my lips, he added, “Please.”

“I will.”

We watched each other, both of us guarded and deep down, I knew we were headed for doom. Unless we could both lower our guards and come clean on these ghosts around us, our marriage would not survive. Regardless if we wanted to remain married or not.

Chapter Forty-Six

Liberty

When we exited the vehicle, Brandon ran over to me and threw himself into my arms.

“Hey buddy,” I greeted him, smiling. I shoved all the troubles out of my mind, and my worries washed away with his hug.

“I missed you,” he muttered into my stomach.

“I missed you too.” I hugged him tightly.

No matter what happened, we’d have each other and that was all that mattered. No past and no present would impact my future with Brandon. I would never let it.

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