Click.
“Fuck—”
She pulled the trigger.
I flinched, bracing for agony, but nothing happened. Just an empty click. Relief rushed through me, but the misery stayed. I hated Eleana for making Serenity believe I’d touched her. I’d never laid a finger on that woman, and I didn’t know what video she’d shown but if I walked out of this, I’d deal with her for good.
Tears still rolled down Serenity’s face and I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted to hold her, to comfort her, to fix what I’d broken.
“Uncuff me,” I said.
She gave me a long, wounded stare, then raised the gun to my head again. “Why? You think I can’t pull the trigger?”
“I think you don’t want to. If you did, you already would have.”
A sad smile flickered across her lips. “You’re right. I don’t want to shoot you because you aren’t Konflict. I hate my husband, but you—I think I like you, Knox.” Her voice broke on the name and my throat tightened. She’d shattered our game, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be myself for her. I wanted to show her I was hers and I’d make it right.
“No! Konflict. Keep calling me Konflict. Uncuff me, please, Venus. I need my hands free.”
She paused, her gaze searching mine for a long moment, then she set the Glock on the nightstand, grabbed the keys, and unlocked the cuffs.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I went too far. I was angry. I needed to get it out. Go home, Kno—”
I didn’t let her finish. I grabbed her and pulled her into my lap, cupping her face, kissing her slowly. My heart beat hard—I feltalive again. My senses screamed for more. I wanted to live under her skin, to lose myself in her, to make up for every sin.
“Serenity,” I murmured against her lips.
She stilled, the sound of her real name freezing her in place. I knew I was risking everything by calling her that, but in that moment, I couldn’t call her anything else.
“So you do know who I am. Who my husband is,” she whispered. “We need to stop. Please don’t tell anyone what happened here. If Konflict finds out, he’ll kill you.”
I pressed my lips to hers and kissed her again. Her worries didn’t matter to me right now. “Can I make love to you, Serenity?”
She pulled back, eyes searching mine, surprised by the request.
“Please, Goddess. Can I make love to you?”
A small smile flickered on her lips and she nodded. “Yes. Please, Knox.”
“No. Konflict. Call me Konflict. Always call me Konflict.”
She smiled again, softer, and nodded. “Make love to me, Konflict.”
My chest burst with hope. I kissed her, hands roaming, worshipping her skin. “Take this off my neck and the ring on my balls. Let me do it right, baby.” I needed to be free, to honor her body the way she deserved.
She reached up and undid the collar, then unfastened the ring. My mind spun with ideas for us, and I knew one thing for sure: I’d never get enough of her. She’d have to dominate me again, because now that I’d tasted surrender, I craved it. I craved her. Always her.
Once I was finally free of everything, I delicately removed her heels, lifted her into my arms, and laid her out gently on the bed. Stepping back a few feet, my gaze sept over her from head to toe. I wanted to take her in, see how fucking radiant my wife was.
“What’s wrong?” she asked in a small, uncertain voice,catching the way I devoured her with my eyes.
“You’re so fucking beautiful I want to devour you from head to toe. Fuck...” I let out a low growl, watching her like she was prey and I was starving.
My dick was aching, ready to bury itself inside her warmth.
“What are you waiting for then?”
“Serenity,” I breathed, finally letting out the air that had been locked in my chest.
