Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
“Told to?” I’m visibly upset.
“My father. I didn’t…” He looks away for a moment, then back at me. “I didn’t do it because he told me to. I did it because if I didn’t listen to him, I knew he could hurt you even worse than you were already hurting, and I knew it was all my fault, and I didn’t know how to stop it any other way. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I ever did this to you. I wish I could just take it all back.” Another tear slips down my cheek, and I brush it away, still unsure what to say. In my silence, he adds, “Our fathers can have each other.” He huffs a laugh. “It’s what they deserve.”
I can’t argue with him there. They do deserve every shitty, fucked-up thing coming their way.
Sensing my hesitation, he reaffirms, “What else can I do, Brook?”
“See…” I reply. “That’s the part that sucks. I love you so much that I want to just say yes.”
He steps toward me and grabs my chin, angling it to him. “Then do it. Say yes. But wait.”
It all happens so fast, yet it still seems to play out in slow motion. He drops to one knee and pulls a ring from his pocket, showing it to me.
I open my mouth to speak, but he quickly cuts me off.
He speaks with conviction, “Marry me, Brook. For real this time.” He looks up at me and I can barely believe it’s happening.
“It’s my mother’s ring, Brook. That’s how you know I mean it.”
“Ro,” I breathe before covering my mouth with my hand.
“I love you. I made a mistake, but I will never do it again. I can’t lose you again. Marry me. Say yes. Marry me.”
My body can’t hold me up, and I crumple to the floor in front of him.
I can’t believe what just happened. Never did I think I’d feel this way for him again, let alone stronger. Throwing all the pain he caused out the window, I decide to do what feels right for me.
For him.
For us.
Finally, I follow my heart and confirm, “Yes. I love you, Ro. I’ve always loved you too—”
Before the last word flies out of my mouth, he slams his lips against mine and kisses me with a force I don’t expect.
“Ronan…” I rasp into his mouth. “I love you. I can’t stop loving you, dreaming about you, wanting a future with you…”
He growls, slipping his tongue past the seal of my lips. I deepen his kiss, desperate for his love. How I needed this. His touch, his affection, his love.
“I love you,” he breathes out against my mouth. “I love having you in my life.”
“I love you,” I confess back, and I know it’s true.
“I’m sorry, kitten. I’m so fucking sorry. Do you hear me?”
“Ronan…”
“I’ve always wanted you. You’re all I’ve ever wanted. Just you. Nobody else but you.”
He doesn’t let up and continues caressing me, kissing me, whispering to me that he’s sorry. So fucking sorry. We walk as we kiss, and he leads me to the bedroom. I know exactly what’s going to happen, and I need it. I need him. I need everything to be back to just the two of us.
“I love you, Brooklyn. I fucking love you.”
Going full speed, I kiss him deeper as he pulls me against his torso. I wrap my legs around his waist before he settles me onto the bed to stand between my legs.
He pins me in front of him, locking my body with his.
We are suddenly panting profusely, overwhelmed by our emotions.
“I’m not asking you to forget what I did to your perfect heart. I’m just begging you to forgive me, and I’ll spend the rest of our life together proving how sorry I am for breaking your heart. I love you, kitten. You’re my whole world.”
I exhale, feeling emotions I can’t begin to place. Gliding my tongue into his mouth, I surrender to his passionate embrace. He can feel my chest rising and falling against his torso, my hard nipples firmly pressing against his clothed chest. He hasn’t even touched me yet, and I’m already splitting at the seams for him.
“Ronan…” I express, strangled and frantic.
He kisses me until my body undeniably yields to him.
Until I’m anxious and trembling, soft and supple in his arms.
Until every muscle pulses with anticipation.
With need.
With want.
With desire to once again be his and only his.
He’s my undoing.
Ronan Wolf has always been my soul mate.
Our lips move like they’re made for one another. Full of desperation and urgency, desire and hunger, fighting our past and demons and our way back to each other. I can hear the pounding of his heartbeat and feel the thrumming of his pulse quickening with a rhythmic, alluring sound that both soothes and controls me in ways I never want to stop. Not for one second.