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Make your decision, launderer. Be mine forever.My own words rang in my ears.
Anna…no!Her father screamed in the room next door.Let her go, you fucking bastard!
But I’d never let her go. I rammed my hips forward, thudding her body against the basin as that look of savage ecstasy tore across her face.
“If this is all you give me, Anna…” I grunted as my balls clenched, and that sweeping dangerous need drove through me. “Then…this…is…what…I’ll…take.”
She cried out, throwing her head backward, her pussy clenching and throbbing around me as I came hard, my warmth melting deep into her body. My breaths were harsh, tearing from my chest, just like she tore out my damn heart.
“When are you going to forgive me?” I asked, the words fighting my gasps.
She shoved backward, tearing from my hold, and headed for the shower. “Never.”
I just stood there, watching her shed the rest of her clothes and hit the taps. That cold, hard truth hit me like a slap. She hated me…she fucking hated me.Christ. The thunder in my head was deafening, making me panicked and unmerciful. I clenched my fists, hating that seething rage inside.
But she never looked my way as she stepped into the spray, leaving the water to cascade down her body. A pang tore through my chest as I followed the rivulets down her breasts, then her stomach. My gaze moving to the thin patch of hair between her legs.
God, I still wanted her…
I turned away from the sight, grabbed my pants, and walked out of the bathroom. The hiss of the shower was like nails down a damn chalkboard. I wanted to go back in there, wanted to fuck her again…and keep fucking her until she came back to me.
But she wouldn’t come back, and it wouldn’t matter how many times I made her come. Knowing that was eating me alive. I crossed the room, unbuttoned my shirt, dropping it inside the walk-in robe and tugged on a t-shirt before grabbing a pair of sweats and leaving.
The hiss of the shower carried, haunting me as I made my way back along the mammoth fucking house to turn down the east wing and the gym I'd had purpose-built.
The faint scent of chlorine hit me as I pushed through the doors. This place was a fucking mansion, too big for the two of us.And what…you expected more?
My thoughts turned to Lazarus and Kat, who now had a perfect baby girl. The guy was still an asshole. But now, with two women to protect, he was a dangerous asshole. But that kid…Christ, she was perfect.
Lights flickered on with the movement. I bent, hit the button, and started the stereo, listening to Ghostemane fill the room. If only it was that fucking easy to fill my heart. I stepped up to the treadmill, starting with a walk, then pushed into a jog, then I upped the speed all the way as hard as I dared.
I wanted to punish myself.
A thousand times over.
I wanted to hurt myself for not being the man she needed.
For not standing up to my father when she needed me. For being the spineless fucking asshole and…keeping them safe, the only way I knew how.
Family.
Always fucking family.
I pushed harder, striding out until the burn moved through my thighs. I focused on the darkness outside through the double-glazed windows, and my mind turned to the money.
It was always the money.
So much fucking money.
She made it all…a thousand times over. There was no way he was going to let her go…or hurt her.But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t hurt her dad. There I found myself. I was her warden, her protector, her lover. But what I wanted to be was her fucking husband.
I wanted what Lazarus had.
A wife. A family. More than anything, I wanted her, the real her. The one she kept locked up in that fucking cage around her heart. My breaths ripped from my chest as I punched the button and slowed the pace, stepping off with shaking legs. I grabbed a towel from the rack and wiped the sweat from my body.
I was caught in a trap of my own making. Fuck, this would be easier if I wasn’t obsessed with her…if I wasn’t so…riled.I cast the towel to the floor and then turned, heading for the weights.
I’d burn her out of my system. Either that or I’d run myself to the damn ground. I rounded the weights and grabbed the bar. The first rep hurt, then the second one burned. By the time I was an hour in, I was fueled by fire…and the image of her anger burning in my mind.
