Page 66 of Stolen Fate

“Jace, Jace, Jace!” she chanted.

I moved back. “Are you wet for me? Is your sweet cunt aching, begging for my lips, my fingers… my dick?”

She nodded her head and opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

I smirked at the flustered look. She was usually so composed that I wanted nothing more than to take all that carefully built control and smash it into a million pieces.

“I want to see you writhe beneath me. I want to see you lose control with my mouth on your weeping cunt.” I licked my lips. “I can still remember how you taste, baby.” And God, did I want to taste her again.

I moved back up and kissed her once more. She cupped my jaw, rubbing her palm over the rough stubble, and my arms tightened around her in a bruising grip. “Say yes,” I said. “Spend the night with me.”

“And then what, Jace?” she asked, her eyes looking sad. She pushed me away a little, and not wanting to physically intimidate her, I let her. We were still within touching distance of each other, but that space seemed infinitely vast. I watched as she moved her shirt back into place, covering herself up. I missed the sight instantly.

“What do you mean?” I asked with a small frown.

“What happens if I spend the night with you?”

I could feel my frown deepening. “What do you mean?”

She splayed a small hand on my chest, but she didn’t push me away. I didn’t think she knew what she wanted to do, but when she looked up at me, I wanted nothing more than to promise her everything, anything at all, to take that dejected look away.

“When tonight is over, how do you expect us to go back to the way things were?”

“What makes you think I want things to go back to the way they were?”

She scoffed. “Be realistic, Jace. We shouldn’t want things to change. I love Elliot, and I don’t want to leave him just because things turn awkward between us.”

“Why do you think it’ll be awkward? Why do you think we’ll be setting ourselves up to end eventually?”

“Isn’t that how it always goes? I just can’t take that risk, not with Elliot involved.”

And then she walked around me, taking care not to touch me on her way upstairs.

I watched her leave, even when I wanted nothing more than to hold her back, to kiss her until she realized just how great we could be together.

But she was right when she said things would be complicated between us, especially with Elliot. There wouldn’t be a way for him not to be involved.

How could I be selfish enough to take that away from my son? I knew he loved Evelyn already, despite the short amount of time they had spent with each other.

Yet, another voice—louder and more incessant—asked me what would happen if we actually made it?

Things would be easier, and Elliot and Evelyn would never have to say goodbye.

I would never have to say goodbye.

I didn’t know what to do.

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