He backed her against the wall, and he wasn’t the man who had seduced her back at the bed-and-breakfast. And he wasn’t the careful man who had promised to marry her.
This washim. All this darkness.
Let her lovethat. And see where it took her. Let her love this version of him and see how long she stayed.
She hadn’t seen this side of him. He hadn’t let him out. All the ugliness that had been building inside him for all these years. The anger, the hurt that he had never wanted to expand on anybody.
The anger over his mother leaving, which he had never done anything but bottle it up, because Sawyer had said,and hell, he was right, wasn’t it something they’d all been through?
Dry your tears and move on.
He certainly hadn’t wanted to get it on Breanna, who was sweet and innocent and lovely, and he’d wanted to have feelings for her that were just like that. Because he wanted to believe that he could have a different life than the one his parents had set him up for as a child. But he’d learned the hard way it wasn’t true. And then he’d taken that and he’d bottled it up, too. Because how did he deserve to feel pain about it when she wasn’t even here?
And he’d taken that wound and protected it. Never let it heal. Used it as a reminder.
His love was toxic.
It was wrong.
It killed everything it touched.
And inside him was a soul that was just filled with darkness. Never unleashed on anyone. And so it would be her. Because she said she loved him. Because she said she loved him, and Wolf knew how that would end. So he might as well push it there as quickly as possible.
“You want me, anyway,” he said. “Even though it’s bad. You were such a smart girl before you met me.”
He kissed her again and felt her shudder beneath his touch. Felt her internal muscles clenched around his fingers. Then he turned her around, braced her hands against the shower wall and wrapped his arm around her waist, bending her there and pressing his arousal against her ass. “So pretty,” he said. He pressed the head of himself against the slick entrance to her body, gripped her hips and thrust home. She gasped, and he reached around, clamping his hand over her mouth. “Quiet,” he said.
And he began to fuck her. Because it was better than making love. Because what the hell had he been doing making love with her all this time? As if he had a right to that. As if it meant something. It didn’t mean anything. Love wasn’t strong enough. But this seemed plenty strong to him. It was like a fire in his veins. Like a monster.
You’re the monster.
They sang countless songs about the power of love.
But the darkness in him was enough to destroy it every time, so what did that mean?
He knew what it meant. He knew.
He thrust into her, hard and fast, holding back her whimpers and cries with the force of his hand, clamped hard over her mouth.
But mostly, mostly, he just didn’t want her to be able to say those words again. He wanted to drive them out of her with this. And when he uncovered her mouth, she wouldn’t have anything nice to say at all. Not to him. It would just be silence. And he knew what came next.
He growled low in his throat, his climax overtaking him. And he spilled himself inside her, feeling her own release come to claim her. He straightened her up against his body, his hand still over her mouth, and he kissed her neck. Then slowly released her.
She was panting hard.
And she said nothing. They finished the shower, and he expected her to leave. She dried off, and he looked at the red marks left behind on her skin from where he held her so tight.
And he waited.
He waited.
But she said nothing. And then she slipped beneath his covers naked.
And he didn’t want to speak, because if he did then she might. So he just got into bed with her.
Her hands drifted over his body, never stopping. And when he was hard again she climbed on top of him, put him inside her and rode him like she’d won something. And he couldn’t resist her. All he could do was watch. The rise and fall of those beautiful breasts, and the glory on her face as she chased ecstasy.
And when he was shuddering out his orgasm she leaned over him and kissed his lips. “I love you.”