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I didn’t like people touching what was mine.
If my thoughts were chaos, she was my anchor. They always went back to her.
Twin flames of resentment and frustration burned in my chest. I was weak for Stella Alonso, and I hated it.
“Touch Stella again, and you’ll no longer have a fiancée.”
slammed the door in his face. Dante was my first client and an old friend. I didn’t provoke him often.
But like I said, I didn’t like people touchin...
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solution. There was only one puzzle I hadn’t solved. Yet. I ran my thumb over the small turquoise ring nestled in my pocket. Once I did, I could put my disturbing obsession with Stella Alonso behind me once and for all.
“Careful, Stella.” His low warning pulsed between my legs. “I’m not the gentleman you think I am.”
Green eyes. Green dress. Symbolic of life and nature. Green. Apparently it was my new favorite fucking color.
“Don’t hold your breath. I watched a lot of Franklin growing up.”
40320 Eastshore Drive. Security code 708.
“Is for you to be safe. There are bad people in this world, Butterfly, and some of them are in the room right outside. So next time, I don’t care if I’m in the middle of a conversation with the queen of fucking England. Interrupt me. Understand?”
“Because you don’t want to go through the trouble of finding another regular companion for events.” “Because I don’t want to be jailed for murder if anyone touches a hair on your head.”
Some photos were worth a thousand words. This photo said only one.
You’re whipped and it’s pathetic.
She thought her rent at the Mirage was low? That was nothing compared to how she lived rent-free in my fucking head.
“But then I wouldn’t come home and find you waiting for me.”
“Touch her for any reason other than to save her life, and you die.”
That’s my girl.
that ugly unicorn Stella loved so much.
“I would’ve, but I was too fascinated by the sight of you stumbling around my living room like a drunken baby elephant.”
“Brock will not be accompanying you. I will.”
“If you saw yourself the way other people see you,” he said quietly, “you’d never doubt again.” Curiosity and something infinitely sweeter and more dangerous fluttered to life in my heart. “How do other people see me?” Christian’s eyes didn’t leave mine.
“Like you’re the most beautiful, most remarkable thing they’ve ever seen.”
“It’s because you haven’t looked me in the eye since New York. Because you’re all I can fucking think about no matter where I am or who I’m with, and the thought of you hurt or upset makes me want to raze this city to the ground.” Soft, almost desperate viciousness coated his voice. “I’ve never wanted someone more, and I’ve never hated myself more for it.”
I could’ve gone home with any woman I wanted, and I chose to come home to the one who didn’t want me.
Fate was a fucking bitch.
I wanted to wrap her hair in my hand and tug her head back until those eyes were on mine. To mark that perfect skin with my teeth and claim her mouth in a kiss so fucking deep it would erase the notion that we were just housemates.
“Yes. I can smell the alcohol.” Tightness hampered her casual response. “Scotch…and perfume?” “Jealous?” Silk wrapped around my soft, mocking tone. “I have no reason to be.” She continued sketching, but the strokes were faster, angrier. “We’re just roommates.”
“Ask me what you really want to know, Stella.”
“Three women.”
“They were at the same bar as me,” I said. “I could’ve fucked any of them. Made them do every filthy, debauched thing I could think of. Their mouth on my cock, my hands in their hair…”
“Yet I didn’t touch them. I didn’t want to. Not one tiny fucking bit.”
“Perhaps I should’ve. Perhaps then, you’d understand how I feel.”
“I’m not a jealous man, Stella. I have never envied someone for what they have or who they’re with, and yet…” My fingers glided down to her wrist. “I’m jealous of every person you smile at.” A brush over her fingers. “Every laugh I don’t hear.” My touch dipped
“Every breeze that touches your skin and every sound that pours through your l...
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“Go to your room, Stella.” My harsh command shattered the raw intimacy of the moment. “And lock your door.”
Because when I claimed Stella as mine, I would do it so fucking thoroughly there wouldn’t be a shred of doubt in either of our minds as to who she belonged to…or who I belonged to in return.
“I had a feeling he was into you since the day we met him,” Jules said sagely. “The way he looked at you when we signed the lease? Whew.” She fanned herself. “Listen, if you want to leave and bang his brains out, I won’t be offended. It’s a new season, babe. Time to clear out those cobwebs from your sex life. It’ll be like spring cleaning for your vagina.”
“You seem awfully concerned about her love life,” I drawled. “Anything Bridget should know?”
“You’ve been playing chess with someone else?”
“Wait till I tell Bridget. She’s going to love this.”
but Stella had always been the exception to my every rule,
But I wasn’t.
“Drop your arms for me, sweetheart. I want to see you.”
Not when I needed her more than my next breath, and not when I would rather cut off my arm than deny her anything.
A temptation with no escape. An obsession with no end. An
addiction with no cure.
“And it wasn’t just fucking sex.”
There was only before her and after her.
