Page 99 of Forged in Rain

Once inside our usual room, he drops me before the bed and lays across me, taking my mouth in a slow, sensual kiss. With a whimper, I wrap my tongue around his and infuse every bit of my love into the action.

“Fuck,” he groans, pulling back and leaning his forehead against mine.

His breath puffs against my mouth, and he breathes deep when I run my fingers through his silky hair.

“Are you okay?” He raises his head and searches my expression.

“I am now,” I say softly.

His eyes darken, and he takes my mouth again before I rise and pull my shirt over my head. His heated eyes trace my movements, only to darken into a frown when he spies my chest.

“Who did this?” he demands, tracing my bruise.

“I—”

“Who?”

“I did.”

“Beauty,” he mutters, pulling me close and running his fingers through my hair. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Love me,” I say before I can stop myself, pausing to stare at him with wide eyes.

His eyes go liquid, and he grabs my cheeks to say fiercely, “I do love you, Rain.”

My heart melts into a puddle, and I push him to his back before sliding onto his stomach and writhing against his erection.

“Then show me,” I breathe.

Chapter Nineteen

“I have to tell you something.”

He brushes his hand over my shoulder, and I mentally sigh, snuggling deep. I wish we were just two teenagers sneaking out to fool around. I wish . . . well, for a lot of things.

“What?” he asks, and I shiver at the gruff tone.

“Pam knew about John. It’s why she involved your dad.”

He stiffens, his hand curling into a fist against my back, and I look up at him, my heart sinking at his pensive expression. I regret ruining the moment, but we can’t move forward without confronting this shit. And I so desperately want to be past this with him.

“What do you mean?” he asks, his gaze wintry.

Resting my chin on my hand, I mentally sigh before saying, “She treated Neveah at a health clinic. I guess this was years ago, but your sister broke her arm.”

Cyn nods, his mouth pulling into a grimace.

“Well,” I continue, “Pam used that incident to blackmail your dad. He agreed to do what she wanted in exchange for her not reporting it.”

Cyn looks away, closing his eyes, and I run my fingers down his cheek softly. I hate the pain I see on his face, and I hate even more that my words are putting it there.

“He broke her arm,” Cyn says gruffly, and I stiffen. “He went to prison shortly after. Otherwise, I would have taken her and left. Probably why he went along with Pam, because he knew he’d have nothing to hold over me if Veah was taken away.”

Nodding, I search his dark gaze, relieved when he kisses my forehead. “What does she want?”

“What everybody else wanted. John gone.”

“Which doesn’t make sense because we never even knew of their affiliation,” he grumbles.

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