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“How can someone this perfect want to be mine?” I whisper, sure she hasn’t heard me.
Throwing my mask to the floor, I fall to my knees, spread her thighs open with my palms, and feast on my queen before I take her again.
With every passing day, I grow more attached, afraid that it’ll all vanish. Because someone like me will never truly have someone like her.
KAYLA
“What are you surprising me with now?” I ask A as he slips on a Rolex while I try hard not to stare at his ass in those black dresspants.
The dove-gray button-down he has on leaves nothing to the imagination. Every sinew, every muscle traceable, lickable.
My mind instantly goes to yesterday when he took me the way he did, when he let me do what I did. I was nervous. At first. But then something in me liked it. To draw his blood, to know I did that. The power. I think I’m hungry for it. My therapist would say I’m overcompensating. But if I can have it, why wouldn’t I take it?
He strides over to me and places his palms on my shoulders from behind, watching me through the full-length mirror. His languid gaze strokes down my body, taking in my black pencil dress, hitting right above my knees.
His jaw flexes. “I wanted us to go out. Like a…you know…” He grimaces.
“A couple?” I giggle. “You’re so adorable.”
He snaps his teeth, yanking my head back by my hair. “Don’t call me adorable.”
He fights a smirk, but it only causes me to laugh even more.
“But you are, especially when you get all uncomfortable with everything relationshipy.”
He snickers. “I’m not uncomfortable. And that’s not even a real word.”
I continue to laugh, and he grabs a handful of my ass. With a growl, his mouth falls to my neck as he kisses me, his eyes on mine through the mirror.
“You look beautiful.” His heated words leave a trail of waking desire across my flesh.
“Are you trying to distract me from teasing you some more?” I groan, fighting a grin when his fingers stroke between my thighs, yanking my panties to the side.
“Is it working?”
“Quite effectively.”
He pinches my clit, and my eyes roll back.
“Fucking hell, babe. You’re so gorgeous. But if we don’t go now, we may never leave this house.” He removes his hand and straightens my dress. “You ready?”
“Yep. Let’s go.”
As soon as we’re out the door, he grabs my wrist and yanks my body to his. His palm snaps to my nape, and his gaze darkens. With his frame, he throws me up against the door and cages me between his palms.
His chest sways to the beat of his rapid exhales, his eyes lingering on my eyes, my lips, before they drag down my body as though unwrapping the dress from my limbs.
“It does make me uncomfortable. To talk about relationships and everything they entail. I’m not…” His voice trails, and he slants his forehead to mine. “I’m not made to care about another person, yet somehow I’ve come to care deeply about you. So much it hurts, Kayla.”
I clutch the back of his head, my heart aching so much for him. “I wish I could go back in time and give you all that you deserve.”
“No.” He perches to stare back at me. “I wouldn’t trade a moment of my life for what I have with you. I don’t know if we’d be who we are if we hadn’t gone through what we did.” He holds my face in both hands. “For once in my life, I believe in something. I believe in us.” His eyes grow beautifully sad. “I will never give you up.”
My hand wraps around his wrist. “I’ll never let you.”
But a part of me fears that maybe people like us don’t get the kind of life we finally have. Maybe this is merely an illusion, and soon we’ll wake up.
We arrive at a fancy steakhouse, the lights dimmed, people dressed up and occupying every table while a server leads us to ours.
