Page 113 of Forbidden Confessions: Vol. 2
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Ridge
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Predictably, Kristi’s eyes widen with horror. Her pale skin goes even paler. “W-would you really kill me?”
What a damn clusterfuck this night has turned into. I need to tell her. Everything. After I walked away from her at the start of the New Year without explanation, I didn’t dare look back. Of course she doesn’t trust me anymore. I don’t blame her. If nothing else, she must be confused. The me she sees now isn’t the me she met when my brother married her best friend. Coming clean is the only chance I have of getting her to trust me enough to follow my lead.
That’s the only way we both get out of here alive.
“No.”
But now comes the tough part. We’re being watched, and I have to make this look good.
I hope like fuck Kristi forgives me someday…but I’m prepared for the fact she may not.
Wrapping my fist in her long red tresses—the hair I still dream of wrapping around my fingers while I fuck her hoarse—I shove her back to the bed. She lands with a startled oomph. I follow her down, covering her body with mine, spreading her legs with my knees and making myself at home.
She’s not in the sparkling red dress she wore the night we met. She’s also not wearing sky-high heels, spangly bracelets, that spicy-floral perfume that drove me mad, the makeup that accentuated her blue eyes, or the soft curls that swished around her shoulders. Tonight, she’s in jeans, tennis shoes, and a khaki long-sleeved T-shirt. She’s not wearing any jewelry and almost no makeup. Her hair hangs free in gentle waves. And instead of flirtatious, she looks terrified.
I’ve missed her. And I want her more now than I did the first time I laid eyes on her.
It’s not a helpful fucking development.
Also unsurprisingly, she fights me, bucking and screeching, pushing and shoving at me. “Get off!”
I take her wrists in my grip and flatten them against the mattress at the same time I use my legs to pin her immobile beneath me. Fuck, she looks pretty and feels so goddamn good, but I have to focus.
“No. You’re mine now, whether you wish otherwise or not. Give me your fucking mouth.”
Her eyes widen, indignant. “I will not. I’m?—”
I cut her off by crushing her lips under mine and pushing my way inside. As I surge deep, she stiffens and writhes, doing her damnedest to buck me off. But she’s got nowhere to go. After thirty seconds, she realizes that terrible reality and turns limp underneath me. Another few seconds later, and she’s almost kissing me back.
“Good girl,” I whisper against her lips.
“Fuck you.”
So Kristi has backbone? The night we met at Rand and Sophie’s wedding, she was shy and sweet. I loved the hell out of coaxing her, unwrapping her, worshipping her…and her surrendering completely to me. But this side of my girl with fight? I like it. We’re going to need it.
“We’ll do a lot of that tonight, Little Red. I’m going to wear out that pussy. When you’re sore and tired and wrung out, I’m just going to fuck you again.”
She looks incensed. “Hell no. You can’t?—”
“I can. Don’t you get it yet? There’s no stopping this now. Whether it goes down easy or hard is up to you.”
I expect a couple of reactions. More fighting. Maybe some mudslinging or name calling. What I don’t expect is Kristi to burst into tears.
Aw, fuck.
When she does her best to buck me off again, I grab fistfuls of her fiery hair and force her to meet my stare. “What the hell?”
“Why are you doing this to me?”
Tightening my grip, I lower my lips to murmur in her ear. “I need you to listen carefully and understand what I’m about to tell you. Or we’re both dead. There are video cameras in this room, and they’re probably set to record. It’s why I scared you, so you’d keep fighting. But I’m not who you have to worry about. I would never hurt you, Little Red. I’ve missed you way too fucking much.”
A gasp escapes her lips. “What are you saying? You’re in danger, too?”
