Rose leans down and catches my chin in one hand, then she kisses me.
She stays like that while her hips work over my cock and pleasure builds like a tight knot just below my navel.
I caress her face and stroke her ribs, kiss her deeply, and share the breathless pants she breathes against my lips when she can't kiss me anymore.
I love her.
Rose's soft, sweet moans mingle with the rough, needy grunts that escape past my lips and she works her hips over me faster and faster.
It takes all my effort to hold off on coming until the telltale flutter of her pussy and frantic motion of her hips tells me just how close she is to her orgasm.
Only then do I grasp her hips, flip us over and pile drive into her for the last thirty seconds.
Rose comes with a gasping scream, arching into me like a bowstring being pulled taut, and her pussy grips me with such strength that my orgasm is dragged willingly out of me.
Pulse after pulse of cum floods her while she collapses down onto the bed, utterly spent.
I kiss her lazily and stay inside her while our bodies twitch and shift, relaxing into puddles.
"I promise," I murmur as I kiss her softly. "I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you, Rose. No one will ever hurt you again. I promise."
Rose lazily lifts a hand and tucks some of my loose hair behind my ear while studying my face. She smiles, but that same strange look flashes in her eyes. "I know," she whispers. "I trust you."
The words feel truthful, but that fleeting look in her eyes feeds into the guilt in my chest.
Did I scare her too much for her to forgive me?
Are my words not enough and my actions impossible to come back from?
Everything Rose says as we cuddle together afterward sounds like she forgives me, but as she falls asleep in my arms and I tuck her closer, I can't shake the feeling that the damage I did with my outburst is irreparable.
It won't stop me from doing everything I can for the rest of my life, though.
After she falls asleep, I kiss her forehead and leave the room, heading for the cells below the mansion.
Calvin is down there and he is another victim of my outburst. Guilt remains nestled just under my ribs like a tight knot and it burns slightly as I approach the cell Calvin is in.
The sight of his bruised, beaten face makes everything worse, but I swallow down the guilt the best I can when he stands and faces me.
"Tell me the truth," I say quietly. "Tell me about you and Rose."
Pain flashes through Calvin's eyes as he shakes his head. "There is no me and Rose."
"The kiss?"
"It wasn't a kiss. Not in the way you think. Boss, I would never do that to you. Yes, Rose tried to kiss me, but I pushed her away immediately. The only reason I didn't tell you straight away is because…" Calvin's brows dip slightly and he winces as the bruise near his eye pulls. "Because she's your wife, and I wanted an explanation before I told you. She was… desperate. Stressed." Calvin's shoulders slump. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you immediately but as she is your wife, I thought it was best to get an explanation, since we were interrupted by General Zangier."
Ah.
The general.
The bastard isn't returning my calls, as if I need any more proof that he's up to something.
"Rose said the same thing," I say quietly. "I am sorry, Calvin."
"Sorry?" His face softens in surprise as I unlock the door.
"I reacted harshly when you have given me nothing but loyalty since day one. I… I saw red when Zangier spun that lie. I thought history was repeating itself and I could not believe I had not seen it for a second time. But it was a lie and I am sorry." I study his wounded face as he slowly walks out of the cell. "Whatever you need, I will provide. I hope, in time, you can forgive me."
