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I breathe out. He breathes in.
Everything about us feels connected, and it’s intoxicating, making my head spin and my body buzz.
“No other man can make you feel like this,” he grits out.
“Cade,” I whisper.
“Say it, Amaya.”
“Only you,” I moan, heat winding into a tight ball at the base of my spine and exploding.
And then I come, my body shaking and my pussy clenching painfully around him, until it feels like my soul is leaving my body and flying into heaven.
He groans, long and low against me, and his cock pulses as he paints my insides with his cum.
I collapse against him, trying to catch my breath.
My body aches and my soul is sated, and I close my eyes and press my ear against his chest, letting myself relax to the sound of his beating heart.
He’s right.
Our love hurts so much more.
Chapter44
Amaya
CADE FUCKED ME AGAIN BEFORE LEAVING, AND now I’m back at my new “home,” trying to act normal around Parker. I have concealer on my neck, and my clothes are covering every possible inch of my body because Cade’s fingerprints are tattooed on my skin in light purple marks.
I feel him every time I move, and I love it.
Parker’s home for dinner for the first time since we’ve moved in, and even if I wasn’t feeling awkward and sore, I’d be on edge because this is the first real interaction between him and Quinten. My mind wars between how much I long to make something work with Cade, even though he’s never told me he’d give me more than what we’ve had, and knowing I don’t really have a choice.
I’ve already made a deal with the devil.
Parker’s eyes scan me from across the table, and I force myself to stay still even though I want to fidget in my seat.
“How was your day, sweetheart?” he asks.
I shrug.
Incredible.
Life changing.
I can’t marry you.
Would he hurt Quin?
I should never have come to him.
More than anything, I ache to speak to Dalia, to confess my darkest secrets and let her give me another perspective, but then I think of Cade. And until I find out more about where he stands, I can’t put him at risk of people finding out about us. Even though I trust Dalia with everything in me, the loyalty I feel for protecting Cade and his position reigns supreme.
“Amaya.” Parker’s sharp voice drowns out my wandering thoughts and I jump in place, holding back the wince from how sore I am between my legs.
Quinten’s head snaps up from his iPad at Parker’s sharp tone, his eyes narrowing.
The air in the room pulls taut, and I suck in a breath, anxiety making my palms clammy and my throat close up.
