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our lies aren’t so monumental. Wishing our secrets aren’t destined to destroy what’s left of our relationship. Wishing our fate is different, like what I once thought it could be when we were kids.
“Someday, one of us will take too much,” I say.
“I know, but until that day, we should stop fighting what we want. Stop paying for our pasts or worrying about our futures. For now, let’s just enjoy what we want from each other.”
I hope she’s right. I hope we can enjoy what is left of our time together.
She lies down, and I lie down next to her.
“Come here,” she says.
I scoot next to her and put my arm out for her to curl up on my chest.
She shakes her head. “You’re injured. I’m not sleeping on your arm and hurting you worse.”
“You could never hurt me.”
“You’re wrong. I could hurt you more than you realize. But I don’t want to. Sleep on my chest instead.”
I frown. “I’ll crush you.”
She shakes her head. “You said you would give me control.”
“Yes, but only when you were making me come.”
“You said you’d give me control. That doesn’t end yet, and you’ll accept that if you ever want my mouth wrapped around your cock again.”
My heart stops, but I surrender. Gently, I lay my head down against her soft chest. “Again?”
She blushes, and her eyes twinkle with thoughts of being my dirty girl again.
“I won’t deny that I like your body, just like you like mine. It doesn’t mean I like you.”
“Of course, it doesn’t.”
“Go to sleep,” she commands.
I close my eyes. Liesel has taken away my pain and replaced it with memories of her sucking my cock. Of her on her knees. Of her saying she wants a repeat.
Again.
I want more. I want to fuck her. Sink into her. Feel the deepest pleasures I can with her. But it’s for the best that I don’t. My heart and soul wouldn’t survive it. She wouldn’t survive it. But then again, we have always been destined to destroy each other.
16
Liesel
He’s mine.
That’s the tale my mind tells me as I dream. Langston Pearce is mine. He’s my match, my partner, my soulmate. He was always destined to be mine: my best friend, my lover, my husband.
But when I open my eyes, reality hits me hard in the chest. The same chest that Langston is currently lying and drooling on.
Langston isn’t mine. He’ll never be mine, despite how much I want him. There are countless reasons why Langston will never be mine, why I’ll never have him beyond what we’ve already done.
For one, he’s a bastard who has threatened my life.
Two, he’s failed over and over when he vowed to protect me.
