Semua Bab The Girl Who Loved Two Princes: The Series : Bab 311 - Bab 319

Keira's eyes followed Aaron all around the House of Assassins as Cameron and Flynn gave him the grand tour. Her eyes stalked him. Whenever hentried to catch her eye, her gaze would drop. She'd go right back to staring when he looked away. Did she resent his presence that much? Was he making her uncomfortable just by being next to her? Was it about the condition he imposed on their marriage? She sounded so confident, so playful when they were talking about it. It was so them. Then again, they did have hands on each other. He wasn't trying to make her fuck him. That wasn't the point. He just needed her to know their marriage wouldn't be like his parents'. No separate bedrooms. No not knowing what was going on with the other. And sure as shit no letting each other fuck other people. If she didn't want him touching her, then they could both damn well be celibate. He couldn't sit next to her during the day pretending he was okay with knowing someone else was inside he

After the fuss at the shooting range, they retired to their bedroom early. It ended up being too close to call, so they had plans to do it again tomorrow. "Where are you going?" he asked her, watching her gather her things. "I need to get ready for bed. I'll be right back," she said, heading for the bathroom. He cut her off on the way and laid a hand on her back, sliding the zipper down her dress as he looked her in the eye. "You're not going out of your way to avoid me, Keira Dormer. Get ready for bed like you do every night," he said, letting the dress pool around her ankles. "I'm not getting naked in front of you with the lights on," she said defiantly, not ready for him to see her without her make up on. "You're already halfway there. I've seen everything and you're going to show it to me again anyway when you ask me to fuck you tonight. So get over it," he said, picking her up and walking to the vanity table. He set her down, then took the accessories out of h

The moment she stepped through the door, he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the living room, gently setting her down on the couch before sitting down next to her. "All I want to do is rip your clothes off and make you feel good. Not hurt you. At least not in a way that you don't like," he said, giving her a small grin. "We can't pretend the pain isn't there. We can't pretend I didn't run. Push you into the arms of another woman. Keep secrets. Fuck everything up. Break both of our hearts," she said somberly. "What do you want me to do, Keira? I'm so damn pissed. Is that what you want to hear? I just want to scream at you. You kept my very identity from me. Didn't let me help you when it mattered most. I'm not Mary, Keira. I didn't kill your mother. It's not my fault that she did," he said, becoming more and more defensive as he continued on. "I did what I did to protect you, not because I blame you," she said softly, taken aback that he thought any of this was his

Her presence on his lap surprised him, but he welcomed it, laying hands on her hips instantly. Her murderous rage had desire flooding his ocean blues. There was that damn way he looked at her even when she was pissed and had her hands around his throat. Teach me to let you love me again. "You said the ones who came before you were the wrong women, but that's not true. They were the right women. They were safe for me. Too safe. I went from woman to woman desperately looking to be understood, but unable to show them everything. You're the wrong woman, Keira. Baby we're born enemies. We don't make sense on paper. You make me feel so out of control. It's like I'm in a trance when I'm around you. My brain doesn't work. You make me rebellious and reckless. Everything I was raised not to be. Even so, I call you my hope and peace, because that's what you are. You're not safe at all, because you see right through me, but with you, that's okay. I feel fucking crazy around you, but without y