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“I think that within your family you’ve created a role for yourself as the caretaker, the protector, the martyr. And despite everything you know about your family and friends indicating otherwise, you’ve decided that the only thing you have to offer them of value is servitude they didn’t ask for and, probably on more than one occasion, have told you they don’t need. They love you, Mallory, not what you do for them, which means if you stop doing for them and live your life, that love will still be there. So the question you need to ask yourself is why do you think it won’t?”
My lips tremble as he rises from his seat, crossing the kitchen on legs that are shaking from fear that refuses to go unseen. I watch him advance, expecting him to do what he always does and cage me in, trapping me between the counter and his body, but he doesn’t. The moment he reaches me, he sinks to his knees, both of his hands going to my waist, his tear soaked face buried in my stomach. But it’s the sobs that get me.
“I’ll beg, princess.” He murmurs, quivering lips pressed against black silk. “I’m not above it. My pride is one of the many things I’ll sacrifice to have you. And if I have to beg every day, I will. I'll spend my life on my knees with tears in my eyes and a million apologies on my tongue. Each one followed by a declaration of my unending love for you. The sun will rise and set a thousand times, and I'll still be kneeling before you, apologizing for being another man who disappointed you, another man who broke your trust." His hands are on the back of my thighs, pulling me closer to him. "I
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