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What if I want to be ruined.
I should pull away. I should remind him that this marriage is a contract, that I’m supposed to be with Derrick, that this is dangerous. And we said we wouldn’t do this again. But my body doesn’t care about the rules we set. My body leans closer, heat sparking under my skin where he touches me.
Before I can think, he pushes me back against the cabin wall. I struggle for a moment and Ben pulls back, but all I want is to let the pack fall at our feet, to stop it digging into my back. Then I grip the front of his sweater, pull him closer.
The logs are warm from the sun, pressing into my spine as he cages me in with his arms.
“You drive me insane,” he says, his breath hot against my ear.
“Good.” My voice is a whisper. “At least we’re even.” I close my eyes, run my hand up his shoulder and into his silver hair.
His mouth doesn’t claim mine, though I feel his breath feathering over my jaw. Instead, his hand trails down, slow and deliberate, over my throat, the curve of my breast, my stomach. When his fingers slide between my thighs, I squeeze them with a whine.
“Ben—”
“Shh.” His lips ghost over my earlobe. “Let me.”
I shouldn’t. God, I shouldn’t. But when his hand slips under the waistband of my leggings, when his fingers find exactly where I’m throbbing for him, every ounce of resistance burns away.
This isn’t breaking the rule… not really… not if he’s just…
I cling to his shoulders, biting down on a cry as he strokes me. The stubble of his beard against my neck makes my back arch, nipples harden as he runs his fingers leisurely through my folds. His pace is maddening—teasing, deliberate.
Another whine slips out. Ben’s free hand pushes my hip back against the wall, hard, and his fingers delve into my core. I try togrind my hips, but he holds me there, pulling back to watch me with a smirk on his handsome face as his thumb grazes my clit.
His eyes drop to my mouth, then my breasts, then the place where his hand works beneath my leggings.
“You have no idea what I’ve been wanting to do to you.” He says it calmly, like it isn’t a confession. Like it’s not pushing us both closer to crossing the line.
My pussy clenches around his fingers as I try to buck my hips again, and this time Benedict’s hand slides around to grip my ass and fuck me forward on his fingers.
“You’re mine,” he growls against my throat, and the sound alone nearly undoes me.
The release crashes over me, sharp and shattering. I hold him close, trying in a daze to bring his face to my breasts as I ride his fingers, gasping, trembling, my body shaking in his arms.
When it’s over, he pulls back, his hand sliding free. His eyes are wild, pupils blown, but his jaw is tight again, locked against whatever he’s feeling. He looks angry and turned on. I like the danger in that look.
Without a word, Benedict steps away. The sudden distance is a wound.
I tug my jacket closed, trying to steady my breathing, trying to make sense of what just happened, my soaked pussy still hot with want.
He doesn’t look at me as he mutters, “We should head back.”
The walk is silent.
My legs feel heavy, my body still humming from his touch, but my mind is chaos. I shouldn’t want him like this. I shouldn’tcrave the man who’s supposed to be my father-in-law, the man who keeps walls higher than the mountains around us.
“What are the chances,” I murmur, not sure if he can hear me up ahead on the path, “that this will really get annulled? That Derrick and I…?”
His shoulders pull up, tighten.
When did I start wantingthis, and not everything that was written into the original contract? When did I realize I could have something more?
“I don’t know,” he answers in a low, flat voice. “We have to find him first.”
Chapter 12
Benedict
