Reaching around the back of her neck, I dragged her in close, dominating this scene. Proving I heldallthe power.
Her naked breasts were crushed against my chest, her mouth close to mine. Her perfume mixed with her secret lust, her expression open and trusting and full of desire.
God, I wanted her.
Wanted to see Chrysalis from her point of view.
I just couldn’t get there.
Our kiss didn’t happen. Couldn’t happen—even when my body yearned for her.
For this.
A dark, delicious fuck that would have her signature all over it.
Eventually, I persuaded myself to let her go. “Excuse me, please.”
She stepped back. “Henry?”
“I thought we had an understanding.”
“What do you want me to say?”
“I’m sorry, Charlotte.” I bowed my head.
This isn’t working.
Her face wore a surprised expression.
I couldn’t bear to see her heart wounded.
“I’ll call you later,” I said.
“This is goodbye?”
Better not to say it.
I walked fast toward the door. When I reached it, I paused, searching for all the things I could say, or should say.
I refused to look back at that striking beauty who was threatening to destroy me with a threat of love.
I stepped out of the chamber and closed the door behind me, shutting her out. Had I glimpsed her reaction, I’d be filled with doubt. Maybe that would have made me stay. A mistake I couldn’t risk.
I retraced my steps through the manor.
Ending this, endingus, was already proving more painful than anticipated.
When I made it to the foyer, I paused beneath the impressive chandelier, staring into the prism of light glinting above.
Go back.
Tell her you need more time.
I stared at the brightly colored crystals as though searching for answers—looking to that light for confirmation that I’d made the right decision.
Dex scampered up to me, thrilled to see me like I’d been away too long. The submissive handed me back his leash.
I wondered if this submissive knew I’d fallen for her mistress.