by Willow Winters
FromUSA Todaybestselling author, Willow Winters, comes a seductive and emotionally captivating second-chance romance.
It’s impossible to get over what we had.
He was everything — irresistibly handsome, ruthlessly elite, and seemingly untouchable — while I was nothing.
Yet he protected me when I was at my lowest; more than that, he wanted me.
He devoured me… and I did the same to him.
Until it all fell apart and I ran as far away from Madox as I could. After all, the two of us were never meant to be together.
I never thought I’d see him again, years later. Let alone be under him in the way I’ve craved since we said goodbye.
The attraction between us still burns like fire, but time can’t change the past. And I don’t know if it’s possible for us to mend all of our broken pieces.
"Winters creates another masterpiece of beautiful storytelling and leaves her readers breathless." - Nicki - The Overflowing Bookcase
This romance was originally published in the Cards of Love collection. It has been revised with additional scenes. Happy reading xx.
PREFACE
Seven years ago
“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” I ask him from across the room. A room far too large for what it is. I’m not used to houses like this.
“Like what?”
“Like you can’t look anywhere else.” I can feel my cheeks burning from knowing he’s watching me as I read. My response is meant to sound exasperated and maybe frustrated. Instead, my words are breathless and vulnerability lingers in every syllable.
“Your answer is in your question, Soph.”
PROLOGUE
Madox
Ididn’t know she’d left me until her plane had already taken off. That’s the shittiest part of it.
We fucked. We fought. We shared every part of our flawed pieces with each other. That’s the way it always was with us. Apparently, that wasn’t enough to keep her that night.
I didn’t get another word from her after the “fuck you” she spat at me right before her front door slammed in my face. No matter how hard I banged on her apartment door, demanding an answer for why she’d done what she did. I can still feel the way the anger rolled off me as I stood there in the hall for far too long, wondering what the fuck I was even doing there. I didn’t belong in her world — just like she didn’t belong in mine. Shit, my Armani suit didn’t need to spend a single second on that side of the bridge.
But I’d followed her there just the same. That’s what she did to me. We broke each other down to the raw bits that only acted on primal needs. Fighting and fucking. No one ever made me lose it like she did. No one ever made me feel as high, as needed… or as loved as she did, either.
Seeingher across the bar three years later does something to me I’ve never felt before. As I lift the whiskey to my lips, the ice clinks against the glass as the music fades to white noise. All I can see is the way her lips stay parted ever so slightly after she takes a sip of her drink.
It’s like slow motion.
All I can hear is the hum of satisfaction I know is about to slip from those pouty lips the second her glass hits the bar top.
She came back.
All I can feel is my cock getting harder by the second.
And I need her to love me just as much as I need to punish her for leaving me the way she did.
CHAPTER1