Page 42 of Immoral

I palm her head, declaring, "I love you. I always have. Not once have I ever thought about loving anyone else."

She sniffles and doesn't respond. Her warm tongue slides against mine and she sinks on my cock.

I tug her head back, locking my gaze on hers. In desperation, I order, "Tell me you believe me."

She doesn't speak, but the truth is all over her expression.

And I finally fully comprehend how much damage I've truly done. Not only does she not trust me, she doesn't even trust the love I've always had for her.

There's been no way to stop the flood of regret I've felt in the last few years, but now, it's like a dam breaks. It seizes my chest until I feel like I've taken a punch to the gut and can't breathe.

"Stop talking about the past tonight. Go back to being you. Please," she whispers.

So I do the only thing I can. I respect her wishes and don't say another word about it. Morning is breaking through the darkness when we finally stop fucking. She falls asleep in my arms, and everything I've tried to push out of my mind over the last several hours annihilates me.

Exhaustion sets in, yet I don't sleep. I can't. I always believed I could regain her trust. Now, I don't know how I ever will. The confidence I had that we would be fine is long gone. All that remains are ashes, and once something's burned so badly it hits that stage, there's no way to restore it.

I tighten my arms around her, kissing her hair. I make a new vow. No matter what, I'll prove to her we can have the future she's always wanted.

Then I try to shut up the voice in my head, but it's impossible. All I keep thinking is, does she even still want it with me?

10

Cara

The tendernessthroughout my body is a reminder of all the hours of sex we had. Gianni's fading Tom Ford scent lingers in my nostrils. His warm arms cocoon my upper body, his leg is pretzeled around my thigh, and my cheek is on his chest. My heart races faster. I keep my eyes shut, resisting the urge to open them and replay every moment of last night.

What did I do?

I lost a bet.

I should have backed out.

I should have known not to let Gianni lure me into any deal.

More flashbacks occur, and I squeeze my eyes tighter.

I wish I could say it was horrible, or we no longer had any chemistry. It would help my predicament if he somehow had become a lousy lover, or it was even a fraction not quite as good as it was in the past. Instead, to torture me further, I'd have to rate it as the best sex we ever had.

At least on my end.

Who knows where Gianni rates it. For all I know, he could be comparing me to all the other women he's slept with over his lifetime.

He drags his fingers up my spine, making me shiver and curl closer to him. They approach my neck, and I hold my breath as he traces the collar.

It's like lighting a match and tossing it in hot cinders. Heat floods my veins. Sweat balances on the verge of popping out on my skin. My insides throb, and my breaths become shorter.

His lips hit my forehead, right next to my hairline. He mumbles so quietly, I wonder if I imagine it, "I'll find a way for you to believe in us again, my tesoro. I promise."

I fight the tears welling so fast, I can't control them. They leak through my closed lids.

He slips his fingers through the collar, so he's fisting it, and there's no more slack. Then he takes his thumb and slides it back and forth over where he bit me last night.

A delicious sensation aches in that spot. The mix of pleasure with borderline pain is addictive. All I want is more. My emotions lodge in my throat. I whimper then reprimand myself when I open my eyes and tilt my head up.

His other hand fists my hair, holding me in front of his face. His lips and tongue devour my mouth, lighting up every last ounce of desire I have for him until it's impossible not to return his level of affection.

He keeps his dark flames pinned on mine. When his hands grab my ass and pull me on top of him, I don't fight it. My knees sink into the mattress next to his legs. He slides his palms to my thighs and tugs them to his hips.

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