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Then his lips were on mine, his hands gripping me tightly to him. I met his kiss with an intensity that rivaled his own. We were two magnets unable to resist one another.
He raised his hand as if to cup my cheek, but instead, his thumb tugged on my bottom lip before drifting down until his large hand cuffed my throat.
Like the last time, she didn’t taste like strawberry lip gloss or mint gum. That would be too typical for her. Rowan Alexander tasted like summer rain and heartbreak. Mine or hers, I couldn’t be sure. Either way, I was addicted. It took every last shred of my control to finally pull away from her.
“You’d rather let your father live in some fairy tale while you’re miserable than make him face reality?”
“I’m going to fuck you against this wall,” I informed her, sounding half savage even to my own ears. “I do something you don’t like, I expect you to fucking tell me.”
“That piece of shit doesn’t deserve your kindness. And besides, my cock’s been inside you. That means he no longer exists.”
I’d learned to manage it by keeping calm, but fuck if Rowan didn’t make me feel like a stuttering kid again.
Rowan was meant for me, and one way or another, I’d find a way to prove it to her.
“My bed is your bed. I wake alone, and I will not be happy. Understood?” Holy hell, why did I feel like saying yes, sir? It was there on the tip of my tongue, but I kept it at bay, nodding instead. He made a masculine rumble deep in his chest, then swatted my ass. “Good, now keep moving.” Suddenly, I wasn’t so tired.
“That’s my girl. My wife. You’re mine, Rowan Byrne. All. Fucking. Mine.”
“My love for you, little lamb, is endless. I love you so goddamn much it hurts.”
