Page 162 of Pucked Around and Found Out

Her blonde hair falls around her like a curtain, her eyes locked onto mine, and the look on her face is equal parts confusion and devastation. When she begins making her way into the water, it’s only then that I notice she’s only in her bra and panties. The sight alone has my cock leaping to attention, but when I take in the sight of her stomach, all the fear inside me rushes to the surface.

There is no more running from it.

I can’t deny it any longer.

I’ve been trying to hide from the truth but I’ve run out of places to hide now.

That’s my kid.

She stops ten feet away from me. We just stand here looking at each other. So many things are unsaid between us, yet words won’t fix what I broke.

We aren’t compatible. She’s soft, silk and savage when she needs to be. I’m tortured, broken and hungry for the misery of others. We’re toxic. Damaged.

“Tink—”

“I don’t want to talk,” she says in a fierce tone, cutting me off.

I raise a single brow and take a step toward her. “What are you here for then?”

She matches my move and creeps closer. “You.”

One word.

So simple, yet it has so many different meanings.

“Let me say goodbye the only way I know how.” She moves closer, my breathing turning chaotic. “Let me show you without words.” She’s right in front of me now. She places one hand flat against my chest and an involuntary shiver rolls through me. “I need you to let me, let you go.” Her plea knocks the air out of me. I snap my arms out, one encircles her waist and the other grips the back of her neck. The feeling of her flush against me is intoxicating.

I dip my head so my lips ghost over hers. “I don’t know how to do that,” I admit. She doesn’t use words, she seals her lips to mine and then every thought, feeling and excuse flees until all I can think about is her.

She consumes me in a way nothing ever has. Killing is exhilarating and numbs me but this, this right fucking here, is the only thing that can force me to feel everything without it feeling like I’m drowning.

She wraps her arms around my neck, then tangles her fingers in my hair and tugs on the strands, making me growl my approval. I grip the backs of her thighs and lift her. Her legs lock around me and the instant she feels how hard I am, she gasps into my mouth.

I begin walking back toward the beach with a sense of déjà vu, but it’s different this time. Last time was all about hate and manipulation but this time… I don’t know… can’t even explain it but it’s different. Something has shifted in the both of us.

When we reach the shore, I lower to my knees without breaking the kiss and reach to unclasp her bra, then gently lay her down. I finally break the kiss and pull back. I peel the bra off and groan at the sight of her tits, they look bigger, fuller and my mouth waters for a taste. I bend down and capture her nipple in my mouth. She arches her back and cries out. The sound is like music to my fucking ears and fills my black soul with delight.

I switch to the other side, eliciting the same response from her. She’s so damn responsive. I pull back and rest back on my haunches, then grip the band of her panties and peel them down her legs. She looks worried as I toss them to the side, she looks side to side and that's when I realize what has her worried. I grip her chin and force her focus back to me.

“Nobody gets to see you like this except me.” Her mouth parts with a silent gasp. I use my free hand to cup her pussy making her gasp and jerk in my hold. “No one else will ever get to know how fucking incredible it feels to be inside this tight cunt.” Her eyes blaze with need. I glide a finger through her pussy, making her moan. When I ease a finger inside her, I fucking groan, she’s soaked.

“Xaden.” She pants as I push a finger inside her, tip forward and brace my weight on my elbow, hovering just above her, as I keep fingering her perfect little pussy. “Kiss me.” Her wish is my command. I slam my mouth on hers. She tries to fight for dominance but she knows it's useless, I’m always in control.

A good man would be concerned that she’s here and not in the hospital, wondering if she’s okay and asking if she needs anything, but I’m not that guy.

I’m the son of the Devil and feel no remorse.

That’s why my last name has the perfect letters to spell devil.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

TOREN

This is what I needed.

To feel him against me one last time, to taste him, to memorize the heat radiating off his skin, like he's the sun I've been circling my entire life. I have to let him go in order to find myself again. I can't keep watching my life unravel thread by thread, and it's not just about me anymore. No matter what Harper says, no matter how many times I try to reason with my own heart, I can't help who it belongs to.

I should be resting like the doctors said, trying to recover, but I needed this moment with him. I couldn’t let go without seeing him one more time. The pain I’m in is nothing compared to the pain in my chest at the thought of losing him for good.