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I’ve always needed it.
It’s my biggest fault.
I let out a breath as the bathroom door opens and Kane steps back into the room. He’s wearing only boxer shorts, his bare chest on display to me. I let my gaze roam over his body, appreciating his muscular frame and the way his torso tapers down into that v men have. It’s a body built for sinning.
I force my eyes away. There’s no doubt my husband is attractive. Even with the darkness staining his soul. It’s easy to look past that when he’s standing there, looking so delectable.
His gaze finds mine, and I see the approval in his eyes that I’m in bed. That I did as I was told. I’d followed his demand this time, but if he thinks I’m going to always be obedient, he’s wrong.
He goes around the end of the bed and to his side. I keep my back to him, feeling the covers lift. He gets in, shifting around to get comfortable until he stills. I feel like I’m holding my breath.
“Goodnight, Elena.”
“Yeah, night.”
I hug as close as I can to the edge of the bed, acutely aware of his presence at my back. His body heat warms under the blankets.
I’m careful not to move and touch him.
This is so awkward.
He turns the lamp off, plunging the room into darkness. It’s worse than the light. There’s nothing to chase the shadows away. I try to close my eyes, but sleep doesn’t tug at me, urging me to go under. I’m wide awake. I risk opening my eyes to the dark room, listening to the man at my back. His breathing has evened out. How the fuck can he sleep?
Fucking psychopaths…
I lift my hand, staring at the engagement ring and wedding band on my finger. In the dark they’re hard to see, but I feel the weight of them.
Mrs Elena Fraser.
I repeat the name over and over in my head. Did I make a huge mistake allowing this wedding to happen? Should I have been more forceful, demanded my father find me another husband?
Kane doesn’t strike me as a man who is capable of love.
No, that’s not entirely true. I’ve seen how he is with his siblings. He loves them.
Is he capable of loving me?
Am I capable of loving him back?
What does our future look like?
You’re here to spy on him. What future?
I push that thought down. I can’t have emotions about this. I need to do what I have to, protect my family however I can. The thought of something happening to Dex or Letta makes my blood run cold.
Kane shifts behind me, and I freeze. Is he awake? After a moment of listening, he stills again, soft snores coming from him.
I don’t know how long I lie there for, but eventually, exhaustion takes over and I drift off.
When I wake, I’m cocooned in warmth. I let out a sleepy moan before I realise what I’m pressed against is flesh. My eyes pop open and I see the expanse of Kane’s chest. His arm is flung over my hip, and to my horror, my leg is entwined with his. I don’t move for a moment, unsure how to extradite myself from this. Fucking hell. Did I snuggle a known serial killer in the night?
“Don’t move,” Kane warns as I start to pull back.
“Why not?”
“Because I’m comfortable.”
I shove him and scoot back on the mattress, putting some distance between us. I can’t get close to him. Sitting up, I push my hair out of my face.
