Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
“I’ll bring her home,” he says into the phone, his eyes on fire. He presses for the call to end, and tosses my phone onto the table beside him. “Posey, you’re killing me,” he groans out, his voice throaty and threadbare.
I keep running my hands over his thighs, wanting more than anything to undo his zipper. Take him out. Suck on him.
Something. Anything.
It’s like I’m screaming inside my own mind. Begging for this. Needing it more than the air I breathe. I should stop, but it’s physically impossible.
“I don’t want you to take me home,” I whisper.
He squeezes his eyes shut as he leans his head back, a soft groan escaping his lips. “I don’t want to take you.” His eyes open, and the look he gives me is one of pure madness. Deranged. Like he’s feeling the exact same way I am. Like it’s driving him completely insane.
I almost can’t deal with it either. I want this man.
It brings tears to my eyes, and he cups my face, swiping a tear racing down my cheek.
He sighs. “I know you love him, but the way you kiss me...tells me you don’t love him at all.”
Suddenly, he’s on his feet, frustration boiling over as he curses and rakes his fingers through his hair. “I didn’t mean to say that,” he mutters, regret painting his features. “Let me change, and then I’ll take you home.”
I nod, my heart racing to catch up with the whirlwind of emotions. I don’t love Bane. I wish I could tell Ledger that. But the words stick in my throat, trapped by fear and uncertainty.
As Ledger returns in jeans and a black t-shirt, a palpable tension surrounds him, his movements sharp and vigilant. He guides me swiftly through the parking garage, his senses on high alert, scanning every shadow as though expecting an imminent threat to emerge from the darkness.
With a gentle, yet protective touch, he assists me into the luxurious embrace of the leather front seat. As the door closes with a soft thud, sealing us inside, I exhale a long breath, the weight of unease settling heavy in my chest, casting a pall over the already tense atmosphere.
Oh, how I wish for a different life.
However as Ledger pulls away from his building and points his car in the direction of my future, I remember things can never change.
This is my fate.
And I sealed my fate ages ago. There’s no way out. So, I sit in the front seat of Ledger’s luxury car, a palpable heat stretching between us, and try to push away the want—the desire—I have for this man.
Chapter 17
Ledger
Every fiber of my being revolts against the idea of returning her to that man. The uncertainty gnaws at me, an insidious doubt clawing at the edges of my consciousness. I despise the helplessness of this situation, the knowledge that her safety hangs in the balance, yet here we are.
She wants Bane. She’s fucking marrying him. To her, this is but a fleeting interlude, a passing moment in the grand scheme of her life. But for me, it’s something altogether different.
With each passing second, the depth of my emotions for her becomes more apparent, a revelation that both exhilarates and terrifies me. She ignites a fire within me, a passion so fierce it consumes my every thought. In her, I see the possibility of a love I never dared to dream of.
Is it madness to believe that she could be the one, the missing piece of my soul? Perhaps.
I pull up to Bane’s gate, and wait. The gate opens, and I pull my vehicle forward, my heartbeat racing out of control.
I slow down, before making my way to the circular drive. “Tonight, before you fall asleep, close your eyes and think of me.”
Posey looks at me. “I already do that every night anyway.”
It hurts to breathe when I hear her words. “So do I,” I tell her honestly.
She reaches over and places her tiny hand on my thigh, and I quickly cover it with my own hand. “I think about you all the time.”
I bring her hand to my lips, kissing her knuckles before dropping her hand. “I think about you way more than that. You’re becoming a part of me, Posey. I don’t know how to overcome it.”
She swipes a tear from her cheek as I continue the drive up the path toward Bane’s place. “I’m so sorry,” she says, and I let out a deep breath.
Changing the subject, I say, “If I hear anything more from Devereaux, I’ll be sure to let you know.”
She nods. “Thank you. Any new leads on my attacker?”
I shake my head. “No.” And as soon as I drop her off I plan on making it my mission to figure out who’s behind all of this.
It’s nearly three in the morning, but I plan on going back to the club, figuring out exactly what’s going on with Bane and his men. Why Posey was attacked.