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“I need you inside me right now,” I pant against his lips.
The car is tiny. There’s hardly any room for me to straddle him—definitely not enough room to have sex, but neither of us care. We’ll make it work. We need each other too much.
My hands fumble at his jeans, trying to get to him as quickly as possible. His hands move to my ass, shoving Lennox’s shorts down just as I get Kit’s cock free. Our mouths interlock as we kiss each other harder and harder, melding our bodies together.
I raise my hips just enough for him to slip inside, hitting my head on the ceiling of the car.
Kit notices and puts his hand on my head—he’s always protecting me and taking care of me. Lennox could learn a lesson or two about what it truly means to take care of someone.
I push Lennox out of my head and fuck the man I love. He’s the man I vow to always fight for, even if it’s only in my head. I may have to marry Lennox, but that doesn’t mean I’m giving up. It doesn’t mean I’ll accept my fate. Someday, I will find a way out and a way to marry Kit instead.
He fucks me hard and fast—both of us needing a release, a desperate attempt to push our heartbreak away.
“I’m so close. Are you close?” Kit grunts.
I’m not, but I don’t want to ruin this moment. “Yes,” I cry.
“Come with me,” Kit moans.
I moan with him, faking my orgasm as Kit pours his inside me. As I hold his head tight against my chest, I don’t even care that I didn’t come. This is what I wanted—this closeness.
I look at Kit, and we both break out smiling and laughing. We will find a way through this together—I have no doubt about that.
But just as I start to believe we’ll find a way out of my marriage with Lennox, the metal clink of a gun coming to rest against the car window shatters the illusion.
Chapter8
Rialta
Our eyes widenwith terror as we stare into the barrel of the gun outside the window. This time, it isn’t Lennox on the other side of the window. I feel Kit slipping out of me, but neither of us dare move a muscle more. Kit has never had a gun held to his head before me. He’s never known how dangerous my life truly is until this week, and I was reckless with him.
This was my mistake.
If he’s going to be in my life, I have to protect him. Figuring out a better way to protect him will have to wait until another time, though—that is, if we live through this.
“Lower the window,” the man snarls on the other side of the glass.
Kit is frozen; he doesn’t move. I’m pretty sure he’s in shock.
Anger trembles through me. I’m so stupid to think this was okay. How naive to think I should date anyone not in the mafia world. Kit isn’t prepared to defend himself.
This situation isn’t fair to Kit, but I don’t know how I’m supposed to give him up either.
I slowly move my hand to the door and press the window button. Slowly, the glass lowers.
“Good girl,” the man says condescendingly. “Now, don’t move, or I’ll kill you both.”
Kit and I are frozen in our positions as the strange armed man reaches his hand in through the window, unlocks the car, and then opens the door.
“Get out, Princess.”
My eyes peer into Kit’s, trying to tell him to remain calm. Everything is going to be okay; I’ll make sure of it.
But his eyes are unblinking blank discs. He’s not in any state to understand what I’m trying to silently convey.
I slowly climb off of Kit and put my feet on the cold, wet ground. Rain is still pouring down, soaking my shirt. Lennox’s shorts grow heavy with the water and fall to my ankles.
I peek back at Kit, knowing he’s exposed and vulnerable.
