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Decision made, Jameson King would like me, and I’d make sure he never stopped.
His eyes seemed to burn as he searched her from head to toe, and then gruffly said, “Ne ingrediaris silvam solum.”
“Let’s be clear. I allowed you to live after meeting with her because Killian was present, but if you ever talk to her alone, I will kill you. She is not available; she is not open property. She is mine.”
“I hate when you do this.”
“Do what?”
“Lower your face as if you don’t belong to stay in the moment…as if you need to separate yourself from what’s going on. You do it a lot in the club.”
“I don’t belong there.”
“You do. You’re the only thing there that feels like home.”
“I’ll go with you to the bonfire, Penny. I’ll watch over you, and you can kiss or fuck, do whatever you want but first, you’ll have this.”
“Have what?” I whispered, my eyes still clinging to his.
“Me,” he rasped, just a singular second before leaning in and pressing his lips to mine.
There, on a cold October night, Jameson King stole my first kiss in the middle of the street.
I wish he hadn’t. Because my heart seemed to grow talons, slicing through my breast and demanding entry in a place I knew wasn’t available. I wanted Jameson to want me. I wanted him to want my heart. I wanted him to crave me the way I did him. Still, I knew he wouldn’t. That moment, stolen in time, would become a wildflower pressed into my journal.
If you were mine, I’d kill anyone who told me to let another man touch you. I’d burn down the club before letting someone feel what’s mine. Within the club, the only other thing that is sacred is our women, the ones we claim, the ones we choose. If you were mine, I’d tell Tuck to go fuck himself and if he tried to hurt me, then I’d welcome the carnage.”
“Well, she’s about to become my fucking wife, so you’ll get over your reservations and really fucking quickly. As for the kid…he’s mine too, and will be raised by me...”
This wasn’t fake, and whether he agreed to it or not, I’d claim a piece of him by the end of this. Some part of that gave me hope. If I could finally find a way inside his heart, then maybe he’d let me stay there.
Stardust. Silent prayers and hope. So much hope it would burst through my chest and break my fucking heart.
“You’re a tragedy in your own way, just hanging around in my chest like a poison, slowly infecting my heart.”
“I hope you forgive me for being selfish tonight, Pen. Because this day is about to end, and while it has been the shittiest day of my life, your taste is the only thing I want to remember.”
My midnight ruin. Starlight eyes, burning flesh and bone. A bruised heart, crushed by all our good intentions.
He was warm sunshine on a lazy summer day. Heat soaked dirt and fresh grass. He was peace. My peace. The one steady thing I’d clung to for half my life.
“You can and you will, Pen. Just let me play and I’ll give you the best orgasm of your life. Just keep breathing, okay?”
“Tell me you’ll hold on like a good girl and let me play with your clit.”
One day Jameson would walk away from me, but until then, he was mine to keep, and I wanted every single piece of him.
“It wasn’t supposed to be like this. We were supposed to be outside at night, under the stars, and preferably in a field of wildflowers. Your mom was supposed to be there and my dad…and it was supposed to be years ago when I had you all to myself. I take the blame, Penny. I always will, but you’ll have to agree to take my name and give me time to fix all of it. Because I promise I will, Pen. I promise that I’m in this until the end.”
“It’s always been you, Jameson. Always in the back of my mind at night, in my chest, expanding with my lungs in the morning, when the sun would warm the earth. You were always in my dreams when I thought of forever. However long you give me, I will happily accept.” His eyes searched mine as if
He’d given me the world today, only to remind me it was manufactured and on loan. One day he’d belong to someone else, and I would simply be a fulfilled promise, checked off a list.
“From now on, you will tell me if you’re aching. If you need relief, it will be me who gives it to you, do you understand?”
My fingers came out of her, glistening under the lights. I brought them up to my lips and sucked while she watched. “You taste like you’re finally mine.”
Fake wedding or not, this was all real for me. She was real, always had been.
“Don’t know what all we need to clarify in this relationship, Pen, but this...” He stroked me gently. “This right here isn’t complicated…it’s mine. No one else gets to touch you while you’re my wife.”
“Perfect, Penelope. So goddamn perfect. And mine. You have my name on your lips as you’re coming apart, my tongue in your cunt, my fingers as you clench around me. Now let go and come, I want to see you drip onto this table.”
“So, you enjoy historical romance tv shows with a contemporary twist. I know you love wildflowers, and you’re one hell of a photographer. What else have I missed over these past few years?”
“You mean while you were ignoring me?”
“I was never ignoring you, Pen.”
“Then what were you doing?”
“Surviving.”
“Get on all fours, show me that pussy, Mrs. King.”
“You’re mine, Penny. For fucking ever. I don’t want to annul anything. I want to keep you. My filthy bride. I want you, for always.”
“And now...” I pulled my hips back and then gently rolled them forward, fully sheathing myself inside her. “You are officially...” I moved again and her fists clenched the comforter. “My motherfucking wife.”
“And now that you’ve had me?” Her hands came to my chest, hovering over the feathers branded into my skin. “Now, no one else ever will.”
“Death by pussy, an admirable way to die, Mrs. King. Very on brand for my current position in life.”
“For years I had to live without you. For years I was just existing in the background. This is me, Pen…the King of Chaos. You’re tied to me now and all this hatred that taints my soul is yours. Fuck, you caused most of it.”
“This is you.” I finally met his stare. “I’m your ruin?” I tilted my head back as another tear slid free. His brown eyes branded me. “Yes. Since that day we first met.”
“I love you, Penelope, and I don’t care how long it will take you to forgive me for this, you eventually will. You’ll agree that this was the best decision.”
“I hate you for it, Jamie.” He smiled against my lips, before standing up straight and pulling his fingers free from my center, then licking every single one. “Tastes like you love me for it, Mrs. King.”
“You’re a little liar, Penelope. You’re standing there pretending you don’t want me, and creaming your panties.”
