Page 28 of His Prize

Could I give up everything I thought would be mine for some woman? Could I really face down my father and kill him if it meant preserving my life, as is? Did I want the life I currently had? Or, did I want something more?

Then, I realized something. I realized the problem. I realized the root of every issue that had plagued me since I had suspected something was fishy about Bonnie.

I didn’t know what I wanted.

And I didn’t know if I had the guts to stomach what had to happen.

10

Israel

“About time you got home,big boy.”

My spine shivered even though my gut clenched. I knew that tone of voice with Bonnie now. I had committed every inflection and every sound to memory whenever she used that voice.

“Hey there, Bonnie.”

She grinned from across the room. “I wasn’t sure how long I’d have to stand here and wait for you. This sun has me sweating up a storm.”

My eyes lingered upon her body as she slowly undid the bow around her waist. Her robe fell from her shoulders, revealing the set of lingerie I purchased for her to wear on our wedding night. My eyes cased her body. I licked my lips as her soft curves called to me. Her breasts—pushed up and round with need—made my tongue do backflips with lust.

But, the white of the outfit brought out the color of her bruises.

And instead, I found myself staring at those.

“Like what you see?” Bonnie asked.

I’m glad I killed that man.“Always.”

She giggled. “Maybe you should remind yourself of what it means to touch me, then.”

She sauntered up to me in her bright-white heels and wrapped her hand up in my tie. She pulled me down to her, our lips crashing together with delight. On any other occasion, I would’ve turned her around and pinned her to the wall. But, I felt the scab against her lip, and it reminded me of just how fragile she still was.

She grabbed my hands and placed them on her hips, but I slid them up to her waist. She backed me against the elevator doors, but I was careful not to wrap my arms around her. I cupped her cheeks, keeping a feather-light touch against her bruised skin as her tongue battled mine for dominance. And as her sweet, delicate taste filled my body, I slowly danced her around before pulling back.

“What is it, handsome?”

My forehead fell against hers. “Nothing. Just a long day.”

Her eyes fluttered up to mine. “Don’t you like what you see?”

My hands fell away from her. “You know I do.”

She shoved my hands between her legs. “Then, why don’t you come have yourself a nice little rest session after what I’m sure was a horrid date with that awful woman.”

I felt her wet pussy lips between the slit in her panties, but I ripped my hand away. I couldn't do this. I couldn’t sink myself into her. Not today. I gazed into her eyes before I stepped back, then turned to face the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Those will be more of a hazard now.

“Israel.”

“Yes, Bonnie.”

“Get over here.”

I peered over my shoulder. “I want to clear the penthouse. I’ll be back.”

She snickered. “No one’s here, Israel. It’s just the two of us.”

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