“We are nothing like Rush and Aileen.” He reels back, clearly not liking me bringing up our siblings in such a moment. “We both suffered and have scars that still hurt us to this day, but maybe we can connect our bruised pieces and put them together in a way that’ll make sense to us.” I slide my hand up to his nape and push even closer to him. “I have no illusions when it comes to you and I understand you won’t change. If you ever lose your head, though, and kill someone innocent or present a danger to anyone I love or me…I will report you to the police and leave you.” Cupping his cheek, I rise to my tiptoes and give him my final surrender, knowing there will be no going back from this. “I’m yours, Levi.”
Levi
Her warm lips touch mine, my body jolting at the connection because Lavender never initiated any intimacy herself. My innocent girl always waited for me to make the first move.
My hands fist, and I resist the urge to hug her and never let go, for this would mean trapping her in my hell forever, and while it was a goal of mine up until recently…
What if she regrets it down the road?
I will not have a woman who cries in the bathroom, holding her baby and trying to get away from the monster raging outside.
These images pause all my thoughts and I still when the strong rage washes over me, sparkling the all-too-familiar chaos in me anew.
Because I would never, never, allow anyone, let alone myself, to harmmy child.
And somehow this shows me I could never be like Robert. I’m incapable of being cruel toward the innocent or those entrusted to me.
At once I wrap my arm around her waist, her surprised gasp rocking between us, and press her against my chest so her hands grasp the lapels of my shirt while I run my fingers through her hair. “Someday…you will regret it,” I whisper over her mouth, wanting to step away from her embrace but not being able to reject her.
I can never reject anything of hers, she’s engraved in my soul, so it would be like hurting myself.
Lavender is a part of me, the bright and innocent part, and I will cherish her till my last dying breath.
“I won’t.”
“Be very sure, Lavender. I will never be this generous again.”
Even offering her to go was going against my very nature, so doing that shit again?
I’m not that strong.
Determination along with adoration shine in her eyes when she replies, her voice giddy, which is such a contrast to her usual emotionless tones.
My exquisite woman, for the first time, doesn’t hide her emotions.
Instead of fleeing after my confession and less-than-stellar behavior tonight, she runs toward me, and the trust she puts in me is everything.
My stunning, brave woman who thinks a fucked-up person like me is worthy of her.
“I’m sure.” She pulls at my shirt. “Now kiss me, you stubborn man.”
The need slams into me, my body growing rock hard, and my voice turns to a hushed whisper when I say, “Your wish is my command,moy cvetochek.”
Our mouths meet, her tongue peeking shyly as she licks over the seam of my lips before sliding it in and tilting her head back, deepening the angle when we lock in a heated and slow kiss.
Each passionate and addicting stroke solidifies the inferno of burning emotions that make us groan into the kiss and her fingers yank at the shirt harder, bringing us impossibly close.
The monster within me soothes, for it is the first time that someone has seen beneath his terrifying exterior and instead looked within.
I always measured my future according to my revenge.
It’s what kept me going for years and forced me to make all kinds of plans.
However, the future is no longer abouthim, it’s aboutheras Lavender is essential to my existence.
My woman. My weakness. Mine.
She nudges at my chest, so I step back as our feverish kiss continues, the lust consuming me and sending it straight to my hardening erection pushing against the zipper of my jeans, creating discomfort as only one thing can sustain it.
