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But when she was in pain like this, it was involuntary. My heart screamed to comfort her. She took an unsteady breath as I swiped a piece of her red hair behind her ear. Her pulse jumped under my hand as I cupped her cheek, my fingers lingering on her neck.
My own breathing was a little less than normal as her soft skin warmed my palm. She was so unbelievably delicate. I couldn’t understand how anyone could hurt her.
“This is Mike. I wanted you to meet because he’ll be your security when you leave the house.”
“Security?” Her voice had that tone I’d noticed for the first time a few years ago. It wasn’t as sweet and soft as it had been on the night we’d met.
Now, I realized why. It was fake. Politeness. Armor to hide her genuine emotions. Her fear.
I wished my fucking brother were alive. I wanted to wring his goddamn neck for doing this to her. For changing her. Maybe I’d go piss on his grave later to make myself feel better.
“I might not always be free to go out with you. And it’s not safe for you to go alone. That’s what Mike is for.”
“Go out?” She tilted her head in confusion, but the movement also sent her further into my touch.
That slight lean in went straight through me. Lighting me on fire. A brush of a cheek, and my dick was hard. I was so gone for this girl.
“I was only allowed pre-planned activities like charity functions and dinners with business associates.”
Yep, definitely pissing on his grave.
My jaw clenched as I fought to control my rage. I didn’t want her to see it. Didn’t want Grace to think it was her fault. “That’s over. I keep my promises. You’re free to do what you want. Anytime you want.”
“Anything?” Hope filled her eyes, and my heart pumped faster.
“Yes, Sunflower. This is a marriage, not a prison.”
Her teeth sank into her lower lip, and I wanted to swipe my thumb across the impressions. Wanted to see how her expression would change if I touched her there. Or if I skimmed over that freckle at the bow in her lip. If I bent down and licked it. Tasted it.
“Can I have dinner with friends?”
“You don’t need my permission.”
Her brows scrunched. “What if I want to go to a museum?”
“Have fun.”
“The boardwalk?”
“Bring me back a cotton candy.”
“Shopping?”
“Please spend my money; I have too much.” Her rose scent surrounded me as I leaned forward. She didn’t flinch or pull away when my lips hit the shell of her ear. “But I want to see every piece of clothing you buy. Down to the skimpy lingerie. Preferably yellow.”
Her breasts pressed into my chest as she sucked in a deep breath. “I-I don’t wear lingerie.”
“You do in my dreams.”
A smirk crossed my face as I watched the blush creep across hers. I pulled back, figuring I’d pushed her enough today.
“Mike,” I called his name, but kept my gaze on Grace. On the rapid rise of her chest. The glazed look in her eyes as she held my stare. And that’s how I saw it, the lust that shined underneath. The curiosity. One little piece of her armor I’d taken down. “Come meet my wife.”
“It’s a pleasure, sir.” I moved to stand beside her as he crossed the room, extending his hand out to shake Grace’s. He put it down again as I shook my head. “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Kent.”
“Grace. Just Grace, please.”
“Mrs. Grace.” She rolled her eyes, but I appreciated the show of respect.
