Page 275 of When We Fall: Part Two
“What would you do?”
“Kill him and your old man. You know I’m good for it.” I pulled his door open and left.
I really fucking was good for it. And maybe, just maybe, I’d take Anson out with them.
EIGHTY-FOUR
ROSALIE
Istared out the window at the city lights far below. I’d been staying with Klaus for days now. He was rarely home, so I had the place to myself.
But when he was here, he was everywhere.
We’d grown insanely close. It happened fast, and I wasn’t even sure how to handle it.
What I did know was that it confused me, but I really did like him.
Maybe a little too much. He made me feel seen. Comfortable. Like I truly mattered. He hadn’t fucked me since that night, but we’d made out several times like randy teenagers.
“Here,” he said, coming up behind me and handing me a glass of wine.
I took it and sipped at it, continuing to stare out at the city.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.
“I don’t even know,” I murmured. “How pretty the lights are. How quiet it is here.”
His soft, warm lips met my collarbone, and I angled my neck for him.
His hands moved around my waist before he pulled me back against him, his massive erection poking me in the back.
He took the wine from me and placed it on the small table next to us before his hand returned to my body. He continued to kiss my shoulder and neck, his hands moving to cradle my breasts. I rested my head against him as he slowly worked.
“What do you want to do tonight?” he asked.
“You actually have a night off?”
“I do.” He nipped at my neck again. “Tell me.”
“I want to do what you want to do.” I closed my eyes, relishing in his soft kisses.
He skimmed his lip along the shell of my ear. “What I want to do is push you against this window and fuck you so all of Chicago can see and know you’re mine.”
My heart jumped in my chest at his words.
“I’m yours?”
“Whenever you’re near me, you’re mine.”
It was an acceptable answer. It was far too early in our…whatever this was, to be pushing him for answers. And did I even want them? He was in the same life I’d just left. Maybe even worse since he was with Matteo.
All I knew was I liked how I felt in that moment. He made me forget. I needed to forget.
His hands slipped to the back of my dress, and the zipper came down a moment later. My breath caught as it pooled around my feet, leaving me in my red bra and panties.
He snaked his fingers beneath the string of my thong.
“I love this look,” he growled in my ear. “You’re gorgeous, my sweet girl.”
