"Enough, Rhys." I let out a gasping sound as his hands crawled up my breast again. Squeezing it as his face drops to my neck.Teasing me again, and again.We were both naked, completely naked on the bed in his private room which was in his office. Touching each other until I remember nothing but pleasure and release. What he did to me was able to make me not think about anything and made me let go of all the heavy things that weighed on my mind and heart. Even though he is most of the cause, on the other hand he is the only one who is able to extinguish the fire that is inside me so that all that is left is smoke.I can't fall in love with this man.I'd rather never have been in love at all than have my love unrequited, and fall for a man who would only play me as his bitch. I've seen that possibility quite a few times though I've had a few denials when I heard what he said about me.That I was different from the women he spent time with. In contrast to women who satisfy his lust. But

"You told me there was another way besides waiting for her husband to leave, right?" I said as he put me in the back seat of the car.This time he was chauffeured in his fancy limo, and the astonishment seeped into me a little because, hell, why did he have to have a chauffeur when it wasn't that far from his office? But it was thrown to the side of the road when I remembered something.Rhysand sat by my side with a frown."Why? There must be another way, right?""Why are you so excited? Didn't I say that we shouldn't rush into it?"I snorted. "But I can't wait any longer, Rhys.""Baby," one of his hands wrapped around my waist and he lifted me to be on his lap. Seeing that he wasn't bothered at all by my weight made me a little weird. Am I really not that heavy? "There has to be a process. We have to pay attention to the invisible details that might otherwise be overlooked." His hands brought my head to rest on his chest, making me stare at the beautiful New York City with snow. "And

"Who—whose life is in his hands?" Jordan asked, his eyes widening with surprise.I shook my head. "You don't have to know. All you need to know is that I will be fine."His hands tugged at his hair with an irritated expression. "No, Amanda. You're not going to be fine." Jordan shook his head. "Trust me, Amanda. I'll help you run from him.""Jordan, I don't want you to be in any danger."I let out a rough breath behind the pressure that overtook me. I know that Jordan will not give up easily either. He would still keep pushing me, and then put himself in danger. Rhysand had told me enough that he would do something to Jordan if Jordan dared to approach me again, and Bellva being here told me that Rhysand was serious. But somehow Jordan ignored that. All I could see from his face was that he wasn't scared at all by the warning Bellva gave him, what made him look frantic was because he was worried about me.And finding that made my heart ache. He's been through so bad, Rhysand has played

The small fire that was inside me ignited so that it burned me to the core. I don't know what I'm doing right now but I kiss him, so aggressively and passionately untill I push him onto the couch, onto his lap and kiss him again.My heart pounded as our tongues touched and danced, just like it did the first time, and the last time. Whenever I kiss him, I know that it will feel like the first time I did it. We kissed and kissed, and though he would have known this if I had acted differently, he didn't push me. He's waiting for me. He just followed my lead, saying nothing as I pressed a small kiss on the back of his throat.Sliding his palm up and down my arm, he remains still as I pull my hand up to his chest. When I reached his stomach, I knelt down. His hands slip away from me, floating by my side as I unzip his pants, feeling the hard thickness there.Something like heat against my chest, and across my face as I reach in, wrap my fingers around his warm, hard skin. He panted heavily

I widened my eyes as the words left his mouth, and disbelief filled me. I bit my lip, and took a deep breath. Calm myself down and try to deal with him with my common sense. I don't want a commotion to happen."You agreed not to—""And the man who's become your reason, violence to me. You think I can accept it?""I know that he was wrong, and there are other ways of revenge that you want to him." I replied with a calmness that surprised me. I resumed. "I won't accept that, I don't want the engagement.""Unfortunately you can't do anything.""Reagan," I took a step forward, shaking my head. "Don't be like this, please. I—you are my best friend, and this is not like the real you."I once understood that Reagan never liked anyone crossing a line with him. His demeanor was more or less like Rhysand's. Never liked being defeated, and disliking others made them helpless. It is seen as hurting their pride. But I know that Rhysand is more terrible, he can do anything to Reagan if Reagan is s