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Willow
The sound of rain permeates my dream. I grouse awake, running my fingers over Camdyn’s plush sheets. I roll to a sitting position, rub my eyes, then place my arms around my bare breasts.
I slide off the high partition and onto the wood floor. The private bathroom door is open. My breath catches at the sight of a naked Camdyn. His powerful back is to me. His muscular bare ass and legs plant wide, hands gripping the ledge. His ink tarnished, ropy arms are flexed, specks of blood all over him as he glares into the mirror. Tension rolls off his body, hitting me with a tidal wave.
“Good morning,” I whisper.
Through the mirror, soulless eyes fall onto mine, then a morsel of light shines behind them. “Go back to bed, Lo.”
Boiling water collects in my eye ducts as I contemplate the repercussions of my inquiry. But I swallow the boulder in my throat and ask, “Did you ask them? Did they . . .”
Turning around, Camdyn says, “No.”
“You’re lying.”
“Stop.” His thumb collects the rogue tear sliding down my cheek. “You’re fucking crying, Willow.”
“Did they rape my mom?” My palms attack his obstinate chest so hard the surface of my skin burns. Oh, God, the Camdyn I know would slap me silly. Pity won’t allow him to hit me back. A curdling cry wracks through me as my arms fly. I hit him over and over. “Liar!”
“No!” Camdyn snatches my wrists, rattling my brain loose. “I dare you to call me a fucking liar again, Willow.”
“Are they dead?” I pause, searching Camdyn’s cruel face for any sign of deception. I place my thumb over a fleck of blood on his jaw. It’s not his. None of the speckles and smeared lines coating his arms and face belong to him.
Numb and monotonous, I mumble, “I got them killed for being creepy?”
Camdyn grits, “Nobody dies under this roof. Mom’s rules.”
“Will your brothers let them go?”
His gorgeous, sinister head slides from side to side.
“But they didn’t . . .”
Camdyn glares at me, disappointment resonating over his jaw. “Killing them is acceptable only if they molested your mom? What about their intentions with you? Did it slip your mind? JT had you in his house, kneeled before him.”
“I-I hadn’t considered me.” After all these triggering events, Momma’s my first thought. “I have you.” I want to thank him for last night’s lovely distraction. I can hardly find my voice. I murmur, “Thanks.”
Camdyn looks down at me, shaking his handsome head. “Nah, don’t mention it. I’m taking a shower. Join me. I’m collecting my payment as soon as I get out.”
“Payment,” I whisper.
A frisson of fear shoots down my spine as a dangerous light glitters in his gaze. He growls, “You.”
Camdyn pushes aside the shower curtain. As he gets in, the water runs a beautiful light pink hue, washing him anew. Aside from the horror coating his biceps and forearms, every square inch of his tattoo sleeves depicts the bad in him. Closing his tantalizing blue-green eyes, Camdyn dips beneath the shower head. Hot water runs the length of his handsome, Golden Boy face.
If my mom were to wake up this instant, I’d introduce her to that gorgeous face and tell her how he saved me.
My eyes are on him, and in a trance, I’ve stepped over the ledge of his shower.
“Good choice.” Malice glitters in Camdyn’s eyes. His mouth crashes down on mine, and the furious, passionate kiss jumbles my thoughts.
A tingle of desire runs the length of my slit, but I catch my bearings with a cool exhale. “I’m still not ready.”
“Too bad.” Camdyn trails a lazy fingertip over the bow of my breast. “My patience has ended. I’m not confident how slow I can go for you, Willow. I’ll not even lie and say I’ll try to screw you gently. Fucking you has been a long time coming.”
Camdyn pours soap into my palms, gesturing to his chest. While my palms sweep the length of his solid pectorals, Camdyn applies more liquid to his hands, letting them glide down my back until he grips my ass. He lifts me, my thighs clasping around his waist. His thick meat commands the space between us.
