Page 51 of The Last Time You Break Me

I felt like a goddess and a sick tornado whirled to life in my core as I found myself hoping that Reggie loved it too.

I had gathered a small section of hair and tied my bangs into a small ponytail, then twisted it in on itself. I started at the top of my head and followed the action down to the top of my crown. It created a Viking-style looking mohawk that had high volume but was small and delicate enough to still look pretty. I curled the rest of my golden blonde hair and allowed it to fall around myshoulders in a heavy bounce of loose waves and then I painted my eyes a deep and smokey burgundy before I applied a thin layer of a nude brown to my thick lips.

I left my bedroom and descended the stairs, to find Reggie at the bottom of them in a white shirt, red tie and a black silk waistcoat, blue suit jacket and a color matched pair of jeans and those same shitkicker leather boots of his.

It made me wonder if that was why I always favored mine, unconsciously drawn to the man who wore them.

“Wow, you look-” He breathed and shook his head as if he was coming out of some kind of daze. Those stormy eyes of his, for the first time ever, had a sea blue that broke through them and took my breath away. “You look stunning, Lara.”

Emotion was thick in my throat and I struggled to swallow. I wasn’t used to such an onslaught of emotion so quickly it took me a moment to find my bearings and to not tuck tail and run.

I forced myself to look steady and with shaky hands and weak legs made my way to him slowly. He took my hand in his and I’m sure he could have felt me tremble. But then again he may have thought the same of me as I’m sure his hand also quivered in mine. He stood like that for a moment, unable to take his eyes from mine and mine from his as the world around us slowed and time itself stood still.

There were no words to accurately describe our journey.

From the naive little girl with a crush to a woman who had all her heart desired.

It was still a little hard to believe, if not a little daunting too. I was waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the blindfold to be removed and the world to be standing there laughing at me. After all, the broken girl rarely got her happy ending.

He had been adamant for so long in denying his feelings that at some point, I began to do the same. I knew that I had always loved him, but honestly, I never had any intention of forgivinghim. Not until he steam-rolled that meeting and not only told my father of his love for me but the rest of the family too.

He stood firm in their wrath and took all that was handed to him. Even with a gun to his head that my brothers had informed me of later. Back in that pool center, I saw the fear in his eyes. It was unnatural and didn’t belong in those deceitful depths but I couldn’t deny that it was there and it was irrational.

Because people like us didn’t do fear.

It was a moment of self-doubt that kept us from the moment when we then decided to face it.

Because in the end, everyone decided to face it.

“You look a little lost,” he whispered into my ear as he pulled me in close. “You have that look again.”

“What look?” I asked quietly, face pressed gently to his chest as we stood there and at some unknown moment began to sway.

“The one that tells me you don’t believe what is happening.”

“Do you blame me?”

“No, love. I don’t. But I need you to understand that nothing will make me that man again. I will never be the person to hold your heart in my hands and crush it. Fuck you with wild abandon as I hold a knife to your throat? Sure. Watch you come undone as my gun teases your clit all while you scream my name? Most definitely. But I will never hurt you in a way you never beg me to, darling. And I will spend as many years as it takes in making you believe that.” The sensual rasp in his tone sent my heart into wild flutters as my pussy clenched and my thigh became saturated in my leaked arousal.

I opted for the no panty option tonight and now I’d begun to wonder if that was a mistake.

“Lara,” he groaned as his head rolled as it fell heavy onto the top of mine. “I can smell you from here.”

“That’s the point. You denied me for four years, let’s see how long you can deny yourself for the rest of this evening,” I tauntedwith a smirk on my lips as I pulled away from him and strutted with slow grace toward the front door.

“You’re a wicked, wicked woman,” he groused from behind and my smile grew more broad.

Guilty.

Our Bugatti la voiture noire sat idle with the engine running outside the mansion. I descended the steps and waited at the bottom as Reggie prowled quickly behind me. “Wow. You pulled out all the stops tonight,” I teased to cover the growing anxiety in my core.

“I told you once I’d give you the world, I meant it.”

He opened my door and helped me inside before he walked around to the driver’s seat. He threw the car into gear and reversed out of the driveway with a little speed that carried the wind behind the wheels. “Where are we going?” I asked as he turned to give me a once over.

Mischief was bright in his eyes as he offered me a lopsided smirk but otherwise remained quiet. He drove for around twenty minutes until we ended up around the cliff roads that carved narrow and dangerously into the side of the mountains that offered choppy waters below. I rolled down my window, the breeze in my hair as I closed my eyes and upturned my face to the night sky with a smile on my painted lips.

“You look stunning like this, Lara. So angelic when you’re good to yourself,” he noted in a tone that was so low, I almost missed it.

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