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“To talk about you leaving today?” My words catch in my throat.
Her gaze shifts from my face to my bloody hands. “I want to,” she begins, taking a deep breath before tears fill her gray eyes.
“What, tell me?” I ask, running my knuckles over her jaw. She shivers under my touch but doesn’t look at me.
I grind my teeth, uneasiness taking hold of me. A million thoughts run through my brain.She has been lying for real, and this was the plan all along. To have me fuck her so she could get leverage to buy my land. I shake my head. No, it was real, wasn’t it? The way she ran her hand over my back, the way she stilled my heart when my nightmares got the best of me. The way she looks at me with love in her eyes, it must be true. Or was she playing me all along?My thoughts are all scattered like they were after I lost it when I got back from my last overseas tour and my PTSD dragged me underwater.
I want to smash something through a wall. I want to fuck Storm. I want to put a baby inside her, so she’ll stay here with me. I close my eyes. No, what am I doing?
She doesn’t love me. She is going to leave.
She can’t love me, but I can still fuck what’s mine.
I cock my head and grab her neck, brushing my thumb over the spot where her heart hammers. The marks are fainting a little bit, but they’re still there.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks, her voice trembling.
My laugh sounds broken. “Are you playing me, Storm?”
“What?” she gasps. “You’re still asking me this after everything we did?”
Scrubbing a hand over my face, I let out an exasperated sigh. “It was just sex.” I bite on the inside of my cheek, drawing blood. Why do I have to be such an asshole? It wasn’t, and we both know it.
“Screw you, it wasn’t only sex.I thought you felt the same as me?” She licks her lips, and my dick twitches, already standing at attention.
“I thought so too,” I grumble, looking down at her. “Or was that part of the plan?” I ask, pushing my knee between her legs.
She lifts a brow skeptically. While I spread her thighs open, the denim feels cold against my sweats.
“What changed in the last hour? Don’t you believe me?” She raises her voice, pushing at my chest. I don’t budge.
Rage fills my blood, and I want nothing more than to destroy the son of a bitch coming to claim her. She ismine.
“What fucking changed?” I roar. She doesn’t back down and keeps staring into my eyes. I want to fuck her against the workbench, fill her with my cum to let the bastard know she’ll always belong to me.
“Rafe,” she breathes, swallowing hard while I press my knee upward against her thigh. I smile, watching her shake a little.
Her pupils dilate, and her mouth opens on a gasp. I can feel the warmth of her cunt pressing against my leg.
“I want more than this pussy, Storm,” I tell her, hating the emotion in my deep voice.
“I want that too,” she whispers, not breaking eye contact, her nails digging into my arms. She licks her lips when I rub my knee against her mound through her jeans.
“Do you?” I ask. I’m going to lose my mind if I don’t get inside her soon.
I don’t fucking believe her. How can she love an asshole like me?
How can I love her with all my flaws?
She can’t, and she never will.
What happened between us was like thunder and lightning up in the sky last night; beautiful, dangerous, and gone in an instant.
“Talk to me, Rafe. What is going on?” she asks, running trembling fingers over the lines between my brows.
I shake my head. I’m not going to ruin the last moment between us with my words. My cock is aching for her sweet cunt. He probably knows this might be the last time as well. Without warning, I smash my lips against hers, and she moans. Her hand brushes over my short hair. She throws her head back while I suck on her bottom lip, my tongue sliding against the seam. She doesn’t let me in yet, and I growl, pushing my thumb inside her mouth, still kissing her to demand access.
She whimpers under my touch. “You’re mine, Rafe, you’ll always be mine.”
