Page 171 of Sinner's Salvation

I drop on the floor, back resting against the foot of the bed, the same position where I confessed everything to her.

“I don’t want to feel like this,” I say.

“You have to get used to it.”

“How did you do it?”

“I look into Aurora’s eyes and see how she loves me the way I am. I know I’m safe with her.”

Kieran stays and babysits me, along with Hayden. After seeing the picture, the asshole, known as my brother, locked me in the gym in the basement. If Cato had been next to me at that moment, I would have killed him.

Hayden spars with me, eyeing me closely. “I know that look. I had one foot on the accelerator and one hand on the gun.”

“What stopped you?”

“Alessandra could never go back to who she was before us. Neither could I. I was everything that made her who she is and vice versa. I would still have killed that doctor prick who wanted my woman, but we don’t kill innocents, do we? Get it over with, but never forget to treat her as if you know what light is.” My brother must be a better man than me because I am sure I would not regret killing that boy.

“Cameron.” Her voice pulls me out of the memory. She peels my shorts off me, and my dick is standing proud.

I missed you, Violet. You fucking left me. My desperation must be written on my face because she hugs me tight.

“Talk to me, please.”

Her eyes shine with raw emotions. I was afraid when she finally revealed herself, I would only think of her as the woman in disguise. From the beginning, she ensnared me with those green eyes.

I don’t have any fight in me left. I detangle myself from her and lower my body into the bathtub. Leaning back, I soak in the hot water and bath oils.

Violet sits on the edge of the tub. I close my eyes and breathe through the anguish. I can’t even pinpoint how I feel at this moment. I’m playing hide and seek with my thoughts; one minute they’re there, the next, they’re scattered and I chase them like an idiot.

“You’re mad I didn’t tell you I was leaving.”

I huff and dive into the water. There is no sound, just peace. I hold my breath until my lungs burn, and I find her in my face, dragging me up.

“Cameron, please.”

“What do you want, Violet? For me to tell you how I’m thinking of killing that fucking prick?”

She is gorgeous, and I soak in the elegant features of her face, the curve of her hips, and the valley between her breasts. Slim, small, and ethereal. I would turn this world upside down to protect her.

Her eyes find mine, and determination stares back at me. She stands up, puts her hair into a bun on top of her head, and undresses.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m getting through to you one way or another.”

“If you want to fuck, just say so. But that’s all we’re doing.”

Fuck you, love. I was doing fucktastically good without knowing what it felt like. Now, my head is throbbing, my heart is aching.

Why can’t she leave me alone? I can’t do this shit with her. I am barely holding on, afraid the dam to my emotions will break. I stand up from the bathtub, drenching the floor. Violet hugs me from behind and places her lips on my back. That slight touch and sweet kiss root me in place. I am so fucking weak for her, and I am truly fucked.

Another kiss, another caress. “Stay with me.”

I pull myself from her and roughly dry my body before striding into my dressing room.

“Where are you going?” she asks, wrapping a bathrobe around her body.

“That question is moot since you left.”

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