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“I tried to replace you with wealth and women, and possibilities of the future. I thought I was happy. I thought I had chosen the right path. But then I saw you and you looked impossibly beautiful. And like the first time I saw you all those years ago, you took my breath away. I knew right then and there that my entire life was a lie. Every choice I had made. Every path I had taken. None of it meant anything because you weren't there with me.”
“And what does my father have to say about your newfound sense of independence? You should know as well as I do that when you break away from what Jonathan Ryan wants, things don't end well for you.”
“I told him I couldn't do it. That I won't marry Kate. Given my role at the firm and the amount of success I’ve had, it's not likely a deal breaker for him. I don't really know what the future holds, Scar. I'm figuring this out as I go.”
“You can't show up here and expect that I’ll just forgive you just like that. I can't forget the way you left ten years ago. Nor can I ignore the fact that you are still lying to me.” Even as I say the words, I feel my resolve slipping. I feel him working his way back in and yet, I'm helpless against it.
“I'm not lying, Scarlett. I love you. Do you hear me?” he says, bending down so that our noses our practically touching. “I love you, Scarlett Ryan. I’ve never stopped loving you. Not for a single day. And if it takes me the rest of my life, I’m going to prove that to you.” His lips drop to mine, silencing any rebuttal I might have had.
In that one touch, everything melts away. All the anger, all my fight. It disappears like it never existed. Until all that is left is the feeling of his lips on mine and his words echoing through my ears as he breathes them against my mouth.
“I love you.”
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I’M IN CONTROL. THAT's what I tell myself as Westin peels every article of clothing from my body, his lips trailing across my bare flesh as it's revealed.
I’m in control.
“You taste so good,” he purrs against my neck, nipping at the bottom of my ear as he makes his way back to my mouth. “So good,” he whispers against my lips, before plunging his tongue inside my mouth.
My body tingles and tightens under his touch. Every fiber aches to feel him naked against me, moving inside of me. This man reduces me to liquid with one flick of his tongue, one graze of his hand, one look into my eyes.
“You are all I want.” He showers my body with affection. “You are everything I want.”
He backs me into the couch, my knees giving out as I fall onto my back. Westin follows me down, hovering over me.
“I love you, Scarlett.” He takes my mouth again.
I want to say it back, scream it from the rooftops. Because God knows I love this man. I have loved him since I was sixteen years old. I still love him today. But I’m not ready to give him that power yet. My body may not be immune to his touch, my heart may not be immune to his love, but my mind, now that's a different story.
No matter how different I am from my parents, I’m still the daughter of Jonathan Ryan. And if there is one thing I know how to do, it's to not give anyone a power I can't take back. I've made that mistake before and I won't make it again.
“Scar.” He moans when my hand pushes between us, finding his erection. I gently rub up and down through the fabric of his boxers before finally pushing them from his hips and grabbing him skin to skin. He bucks at the contact, his breath coming hard and fast.
His body shakes above me. I know what he wants. I know what he's fighting against. Only there is no sense in the battle. I want this as much as he does. I want it rough and punishing. I want to forget everything and lose myself in the power of his body.
“Fuck me, Westin,” I grind out against his mouth. “Hard,” I say, when he pulls back slightly to look down at me. “Now.”
“Fuck,” he growls, shoving my panties to the side as he plunges deep inside me on one quick, hard thrust. We both cry out from the intense pleasure, as Westin pulls out and then rams into me even harder.
He does it again, this time gripping the side of my panties and ripping them off of my body in one quick tug. Immediately lifting my leg to his shoulder, he pulls my hips up to meet him thrust for thrust, as he buries himself even deeper inside of me.
He pounds into me so hard that with each thrust we both cry out, unable to stifle our moans of pleasure. My body feels overly full, on the brink of ripping apart beneath his assault, yet I have never felt more alive.
Every movement is less controlled, more wild, and animalistic. I reach up and pull him down to me, my nails skating up his back, digging into his flesh, as he pounds into me harder.
His mouth crashes down on mine so hard I immediately taste blood, but I don't care. I’m too lost in the pleasure, the pain, the feeling of him completely coming undone above me.
I can't help but wonder if any other woman has ever experienced this Westin before. Has he ever taken someone so forcefully, yet so full of love at the same time? Has he ever trembled under another woman's touch or do I really hold that much power over him?
These are all questions swimming in my head as our bodies continue to move together, pushing each other closer and closer to the breaking point. In one word, one touch, Westin holds the power to make me crumble beneath him.
And as he growls my name at his release, crumble is exactly what I do, into tiny pieces that seem so weightless I’m at risk of floating away. My body shakes and trembles beneath him as I ride out the waves of my orgasm, never wanting the exquisite feeling to end.
Westin collapses on top of me, the sweat from his body mixing with mine as he tries to catch his breath. I leisurely trail my fingertips up and down his back, in no rush for the intimate moment to end.
Only everything has to end eventually and this moment is no exception. Westin props up on his elbows to stare down at me, his softening erection still buried deep inside of me.
