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I sit down on the carpet and lean back against the bed. Swallowing a generous amount, the liquid burns my throat. I place the glass down with more force than necessary, the liquid sloshing around just like my insides. “Let’s start with my mother.”
Everything in me revolts—all the suppressed anger comes bubbling up. Nothing has been the same since.
“My mother was in love with another man. Kieran’s father.”
Violet’s eyes widen. If she thinks that’s shocking, she is definitely not prepared for the rest. I want to purge this out of me—the venom coursing through my veins.
“When my mother was younger, she dated Ethan. He was my father’s best friend, who later became his business partner. Ethan left my mother. She was pregnant with Hayden at that time, and she gave him away. When my mother came back, my father, always the competitive one, considered taking her as his prize. Her parents thought it was a wonderful arrangement, so she agreed to marry him. Silas wooed her, and for a while, my parents were fine. But my father wanted to test my mother and Ethan’s loyalties. I imagine it must be hard for any man to know his wife is fucking around behind his back, but because it was Ethan, it was like throwing salt in an open wound. And because Silas was a repulsive and despicable human being, it ended catastrophically. I didn’t see my father like that at first. And when he told me about my mother’s affair, I blamed her for ruining our family.”
She gasps, and I go on.
“It went on for years. Blaming her, putting all my love and devotion in the wrong basket. Do I condone cheating? No, but it’s never just black and white. I was too young, too hurt to shed my simplistic view. I was so deep in my father’s clutches I didn’t realize she was a victim. A victim of a man who had accumulated so much power, he was undefeatable. My mother once said to me, ‘How can I change your mind when you’re so willing to punish me without knowing all the facts? Because you don’t.’ I didn’t. But I preferred to seethe in my anger for years. Years in which my father molded me into the man he wanted me to become. He succeeded. When I finally saw him for who he truly was, it was too late.”
With my mind captive to a past that has haunted me, I stand up with my glass and refill it. Propping my hip against the windowsill, I take a sip—both shaken up and relieved I got that off my chest.
The moon disappears behind a cloud like the memories in the farthest corner of my mind.
I turn my head at a rustling sound and see Violet shedding her blouse. The glass drops from my hands, hitting the carpeted floor with a thud, not breaking like my resolve. Everything else disappears. Her pale skin glistens in the moonlight. My breath halts as I watch her approach me, wearing just a black lacy bra.
She looks like a fantasy I never knew I had. Flawless skin, an unblemished soul—she’s pure and good. Perfect. Someone I am terrified I will just taint with my darkness. My jaw clenches at the thought. She touches my chin with an elegant finger and my facial muscles relax.
“You were just a hurt boy, wanting to be loved, and that love came at a price. That was not your fault. I know you hope and think you will scare me away, but I also know deep down you want me to stay because no one ever stayed just for you without asking for something in return.” She knocks me out with her words.
“Touch me,” she whispers.
Touch me. Those two words ignite in me a want nothing will ever contain. Lava courses through me, and I indulge while she offers herself to me.
I drop to my knees in front of her, desperate to worship the woman giving me salvation. I grasp her waist, touching her smooth skin—warm, soft, and so inviting. My lips kiss her belly, wanting to brand her for a thousand years and beyond—so she’ll be just mine forever.
A tremor rocks her, and she threads her fingers through my hair. “I like you on your knees for me.”
“Then, love, you have no idea what I can do to you while I am on my knees. But you’re going to find out,” I promise. For now, though, I will savor the feel of her skin, my lips exploring every inch of her. Want drives me, needing to be all this woman desires. Licking up the valley of her breasts, her hands clench around my arms.
“More? Less?”
“More,” she whispers, giving me permission to taste her and test my restraint. Satisfaction flows through me at the little sounds she makes, spurring me on to give her everything. I nibble on the sides of her breasts while my fingertips stroke her ribs, feather-light and gentle. I never even thought I had it in me, but I want her drunk on the pleasure I give her. She clenches her legs, eyes finding mine with liquid heat. It would be impossible for her to want me just as badly.
“I’m here, wanting you too. Give me more,” she says breathlessly. The small hesitation in her command gives me pause, and it takes everything in me to pull away. I won’t make her come, though. Tomorrow night, if she’s brave enough to take her bra off. I kiss her mouth, nipping at her luscious lips. Everything with her is different, better, more intense. When we dive deeper, my hands snake under her ass, the lust tearing at my composure. Grabbing her ass, I pull her up, and her legs cross around my back. With her in my arms, all soft and dainty, everything in my mind quiets but one thought. She fits in my arms perfectly, like I am made to hold her. She feeds me a moan as I rub my hardness over her pussy. Her arms lock around my neck, her fingers gripping the ends of my hair. She wants to hold on while I need her to let go.
“Cameron...” My name falling from her lips is a plea that makes me want to give her everything she doesn’t say and more. Never in my life have I experienced this uncontainable hunger and desire to please. With her so close, I take another taste of her lips. Closing my eyes, I savor her lips, kissing her with untamed passion. If her mouth drives me crazy, then her pussy will be my ruin. Addiction is too mild a word for what she ignites in me.
She looks phenomenal with swollen lips and her eyes hooded with pleasure—because of me. My hand goes to her hair, grabbing a fistful. I dive right into her mouth, becoming increasingly insatiable with every second.
When we are both on the brink, I give her another truth. “I want you so fucking much that it blurs the lines. I’m desperate to tarnish your innocence, rip through that virgin pussy, and claim you as mine. Go or stay, but if you stay, I don’t know if I can control myself enough not to take you, knowing you want me just as much. But I want you to say it. Use your words, and I will fuck you.”
A shudder vibrates through her, those green eyes searching mine for something I can’t grasp.
She disentangles herself with a sigh that sounds awfully familiar. She retrieves her blouse from the floor and walks away, leaving me with a yearning spreading through my body. Before closing the door, she says, “Thank you for sharing that with me.”
Alone in my room, I wonder what went wrong.
***
When I wake up the next morning, thoughts of Violet run in a loop in my head.
At the breakfast table, a shy smile grazes her lips. It won’t be long until I strip that shyness away.
Tonight.
