The lines we once crossed so easily have widened and torn us apart…
Once upon a time I thought Finn and I would live happily ever after, but real life doesn't always have a happy ending. He's testing my trust, and I'm losing faith in the man I thought I'd spend the rest of my life with, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. He’s the one I trusted to keep me safe, but now he’s the source of my greatest pain…
Forgiveness is fragile, and some fractures never fully heal...
One mistake—a slip in a moment of weakness—might cost me everything I've worked so hard for. The thing about trust is that it's a lot easier to lose than it is to build. Just as I'm about to give up and surrender to the demons from my past, an unexpected threat reminds me what I'm best at: protecting the woman I love. Whether or not she wants me, I will fight for Carrie and our daughter, and I will keep them safe—no matter the cost.
Even if I have to put my life and my heart on the line.
“Enough,” he growled. Catching my hair in his fist, he tugged me to my feet gently. I reluctantly let him, getting one last lick in before I succumbed and stood up. He didn’t let go of my hair. “My turn, Ginger. By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll forget how many times I made you come.”
“Yes.” My stomach tightened in anticipation. “I’m all yours.”
His eyes flashed possessively. “Damn right you are.”
With a groan, he smashed his mouth down on mine. He backed us toward the bed, his hands cupping my face as he ravished my mouth. I groaned and clung to his forearms, letting him guide me where we needed to go. When the backs of my knees hit the mattress, he followed me. His arms cradled me as he let me fall back on the bed.
Instead of lying on top of me like I’d expected, though, he slid down my body, nipping little patches of skin as he went. My good shoulder. My nipple. My stomach. My hip. And then, oh God...
His mouth closed over me, and I slung my legs over his shoulders, groaning and gripping the comforter as tight as I could with my right hand. I could feel the tension building up in my belly already. He slid his hands up my body, cupping my breasts, and scraped his thumbs over the hard nipples. When I squirmed and cried out, he did it again. It drove me wilder, each little touch he did, and I knew what I needed. I needed him to claim me.
To make me his.
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