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“But you said you don’t believe in God.”

“But he does, whether he wants to admit it or not. And somehow, assisting in his death felt like a bad omen for both of us. He wasn’t beyond saving. So, yes, I took the decision out of his hands, because I didn’t want to question after I blew his brains out if I had made the right decision.”

“He didn’t mention anything about his religion.”

“Because he’s angry at me. I took something from him, and he can never get that choice back. He’s stuck with this life, and it’s my fault.”

“When we showed up, he said you were only supposed to come for vacation. That doesn’t sound like a man that hates you.”

“That invitation was from a long time ago, before…Anyway, he’s good at putting up a front and pretending to not be bitter about the situation. I thought that maybe I had a chance at him forgiving me when he allowed us inside, but I can see now that he’s just not ready. He might never be.”

23

EVA

After listeningto Cash’s side of the story, one thing was very clear to me: I was a bitch. After everything he’d done for me, I jumped to conclusions out of anger and said terrible things to him. So much for hearing his side of the story. I had taken my own fears and insecurities and tossed them in his face. My initial instincts about him were right. He was too good for me. And as I laid beside him, I knew I might never be the right person for him.

“Cash,” I choked out, swallowing down my own mortification. “I owe you the biggest apology in the world.”

He twisted to face me, leaning on his arm. “If I had just talked to you, maybe none of this would have happened.”

“That still doesn’t excuse the way I reacted. I could have asked you for your side of the story, but I was angry and I took it out on you.”

A small smile touched his lips as he ran his knuckles across my cheek. “I think we need to work on our communication if we’re going to make it out of this alive.”

“I’m afraid I’m not going to be very good at it.”

“It’s something I excel at in the field. You’d think I’d be a pro at it. But I guess that’s the problem.”

“What is?”

“We’re not in the field, and you’re not someone that has to listen to me and do as I say, however much I may want you to.”

“Maybe I would be open to that.”

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Really. Somehow, I can’t imagine you ever just going along with what I say.”

“Maybe not all the time, but there may be certain circumstances in which I might be willing to…follow your instructions.”

I bit my lip, trying to hide my smile as a dark hunger took over his features. He shifted his body until he was hovering over me. I spread my legs, eager for him to settle between them, but instead, he held back.

“See, that’s the problem, I don’t want to command you in the bedroom. I’ll gladly take you however you give yourself to me.Onlyif you give yourself to me.”

“I’ll always give myself to you,” I said breathlessly.

“Why?”

His eyes searched mine, searching for answers. So, I told him the only thing I could with absolute certainty. “Because despite the stupid things I said to you last night, I know in my heart that you’re the only man I trust. Not just to protect me, but with my heart. I should have seen it yesterday,” I said, winding my arms around his neck. “You weren’t wrong when you said there was something between us from the start. I was just too scared to see it. And when I did, I thought for sure it wouldn’t last.”

“And now?”

“I’m still not sure it will, but I’m willing to take the risk if you are.”

He slammed his lips down on mine and finally sank between my legs. His cock brushed against me as he slowly ground his body into mine. I gasped as his lips slid down my neck, sucking gently at the sensitive skin at the crease of my neck.

Overwhelmed with the feel of him touching me, I grasped at the strands of his hair. With every lick and suck, I could feel my panties growing more and more damp. But that didn’t surprise me. This man had the ability to make me feel things I never thought I would experience in my life. He started rocking against me, grinding his hard cock into my core. My moans grew louder, and I knew everyone in the house could hear me, but I didn’t care. The only thing I could focus on was how he was making me feel—needed, wanted with a desperate urgency…loved.

I brushed aside the feeling, not wanting to focus too hard on how that word so easily entered my mind. Sliding my hand inside his sweatpants, I grasped onto his thick, rigid cock and stroked him, eliciting a harsh groan from him. And I knew right then and there that I held a power over him that he could never strip away from me. He controlled everything else, commanding my attention in all aspects of our lives. But with my hand wrapped around his cock, he was my captive.

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