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“Shh, now, little man.” I kiss his head, marveling at how much like Savanna he looks, with the same light blonde hair and blue eyes. Ty is a little over a month now. He giggles and settles as I gently rock him, his eyes closing as he drifts back to sleep. I set him back down in his cot.
“Den…” I turn to the man who’s said nothing to me while I settled his child.
“Don’t say it,” he looks up at me, his eyes blazing. What does he think I want to say?
I turn away. He needs to hear that his in-laws aren’t going to be around forever and that he needs to start taking care of Ty. But it is not my place to tell him what to do.
“I am not the enemy.” I face him. His gaze doesn’t stray from my face. I shake my head, turning on my heel and heading toward the door.
It slams in front of me, and I flinch when his large hands cage me in. I can feel his breath on my neck.
“What are you doing?” I hiss as I turn toward him.
His lips slam against mine without warning, his hands tangling in my hair, my back slamming against the door. Denton doesn’t break the kiss as he reaches down, and I hear the click of the key turning. I rip my lips away, pushing against him, but it’s no use. He’s a brick wall. His hands snake around my neck, holding me in place as his tongue demands access. He nips and bites my lips until I let him in, kissing him back with as much savage intensity. He breaks the kiss, his teeth grazing over my chin. His hands grope my breasts, squeezing them.
“Would you let me fuck you? Right here? Right now? With all those fuckers downstairs?” He growls into my ear, brushing his lips over the lobe, nipping it with his teeth.
“No,” I breathe. “We can’t, not today, not…”
“We never gave a fuck about anyone’s feelings in the past, right, so why start now, kitten?”
He claims my mouth again, and I melt into him. Heat and lust consuming us both to the point where there is no clear line between right and wrong. Denton tugs down the front of my dress, sucking on my already peaked nipples. I cry out when he bites down on one sensitive bud. He tugs up my dress, despite my protest, ripping off my panties and shoving them into his coat pocket.
I hear his zipper.
“Denton, no,” I demand, but he hoists me up, and my legs wrap around him like they were made to be there. I feel his erection nudge against my sex as he nestles between my legs.
“I want to be in you, right fucking now,” His obsidian orbs command, and I know I don’t have the energy or will to fight him.
He reaches between us, nudging his cock against my slit. I moan and screech when he adjusts my hips and thrusts into me. I’m already soaked for him, and he smirks when he realizes that. “Don’t fight me, Bre. You’ve never been good at that,” he growls in my ear as his hips push forward, ramming harder into me. My body continues to slam against the door as he uses me to release whatever the fuck he’s feeling. He doesn’t kiss me again. He doesn’t savor me. He devours me, biting the soft flesh of my neck and shoulder. I worry about him leaving marks, but there is no place for fear right now. Rage and desire are a dangerous combination. I hate that I want this, that I want him.
“Don’t come,” he commands. My eyes fly open. His is a storm filled with hatred and accusations. I don’t know how the fuck I am supposed to do that with the way he’s fucking me. His hold on my neck tightens, and suddenly I am thinking of the lack of oxygen and not the pleasure. He thrusts inside me a few more times, and then I feel the familiar swell of his dick. Denton growls as his hot release fills me, dripping down my thighs. The bastard pulls out just as I’m about to come undone, leaving me frustrated, lost, and bitter.
“Why would you do that?”
“Because you don’t fucking deserve it,” he hisses, gripping my cheeks between his fingers. His eyes are cold, and when he lets go of my face, it stings.
I slap his face, then pound my fists against his chest. He takes my wrath the way he always does. “You fucking bastard. You deserve every bit of pain and hurt you’re feeling right now.”
I slip to the ground, my body shaking from the sobs that wrack through me. Denton disappears into his ensuite bathroom and returns a few minutes later with a cloth that he flings at me. “Wipe yourself and get the fuck out of my room, and while you’re at it, leave my house. You aren’t needed here.”
His words sting, but they ignite something feral in me. “I hate you, Denton Duke! I wish it was you who died instead of her.”
I slip out of his room, my face heating when I find Justin standing outside the door.
“Bre?”
“I-”
His eyes narrow, and he disappears into his room.
I walk into the upstairs bathroom and splash some water on my face. I straighten up my hair and clothing and suck in a breath.
Walking down the stairs feels like a walk of shame. It’s like everyone is looking at me, like my every thought of what happened upstairs is being projected on a screen for all to see. I know that it’s all in my head, but it still feels that way.
Denton hates me, but it doesn’t compare to how much I hate him and how much I hate myself. I wish he’d never come into my life.
I know what you’re thinking, but maybe it’s time you heard the whole story.
