I begged him.Īnd that fact just makes me hate him more.īut I remember the cold mask that settled over his features as I accused him of murder tonight, and I know I have to protect myself. That night at the masquerade and every single time he touched me.
How he knew who I was or why he decided to do it, I have no idea.Īfter the last few days, I know he can play my body better than any man I’ve ever met-save one. There’s no doubt in my mind that somehow, some way, Mount found that note and decided to meet me that night. I already knew my marriage was based on a web of lies, but didn’t realize that the very foundation of my decision to marry Brett was based on deception too.
The way he fucked me the way I needed to be fucked. God, I replayed that scene from the masquerade in my head so many times to get myself off after Brett would roll over, satisfied after a few pumps, and leave me wondering what the hell happened to the man who took me like he owned me that night.Īll the similarities. The same fucking scent that hung in my office after Mount delivered his ultimatum. Tomorrow, I was going to talk Brett into eloping. I left the ballroom with the biggest smile on my face that I’d had in years, and feeling like the queen of this masquerade. It wasn’t like I could wear them again anyway. I searched the marble floor almost blindly, but found nothing. There was definitely no way I wanted to leave those lying around for someone to find and speculate as to their ownership. Just take me.Īs I took a step to leave the alcove, I remembered my torn panties. Disappointment slammed into me, but then I realized he was just following through with my request.
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