It Kills Me: A Forbidden Dark Romance のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

When I got home, I knocked on her bedroom door, and there was no answer. I let myself inside and saw she was nowhere around. I headed downstairs and checked the study, wondering if she’d decided to claim that room as hers, but she wasn’t there either. I asked my butler about it. “When was the last time you saw Scarlett?”“Mrs. Moreau left the property four hours ago.”“Did she say where she was headed?”“No,” he said. “But she and I exchange very few words…”She doesn’t say much to me either. “Thank you, Aldo.” I stepped away and texted her. Where are you?At work.Aldo said you left the house four hours ago.Yes. And now I’m at work.You mean you’re at your father’s house.Yes.That’s not the office anymore.I’m busy, Axel. We’ll talk later.Maybe I should just kill Dante. My wife already hated me enough as it was.I headed to his estate, passed through the gates and parked next to my wife’s cheap car. I insisted she drive one of my nicer rides, but she refused. She was married to me

I was scared of how much I liked it.How could I crave the touch of someone who hurt me so much?When the night was over, we got into his car and headed home. It was late, almost eleven, so the streets were empty. Casually, like he did it without a second thought, he moved his hand over the center console and rested it on my thigh, returning it to the same place it’d been after dinner. His fingers were warm like the sun, and his fingers rose up my dress like he wanted to cup my thigh in the perfect spot.My heart did all sorts of things, somersaults and spins, but also tried to run away.With one hand on the wheel, he drove home through the quiet streets back to his villa. Well, our villa. The engine roared every time he hit the gas after a red light, the illumination from the dashboard highlighting his handsome face and casting shadows underneath his hard jawline. But when the light hit his blue eyes, that was really something.He pulled into the garage then we got into the elevator.

Then his chest pressed into my back, and his muscular arms wrapped around me, shielding me from the cold that came in through the windowpane. His head dipped to my neck, and his hands gripped my arms, locking me into his embrace. The thin strap of my dress barely covered my shoulder, so he was able to press a kiss directly to the cold skin.This was the moment I was supposed to buck him off or storm away, but cocooned against his chest was the most comfortable I’d ever been. My skin hummed to life at his proximity, and I melted into a pile of mush at his feet. He still had that effect on me, inexplicably, even after what he did.His lips moved near my ear. “Try with me.”“I am.”“Try harder.” His arms pulled on me, forcing me to relax fully against him, to trust that his body would support mine. His mouth moved to my shoulder and he kissed me again, squeezed me to him so hard I could feel his heartbeat against my back. “How was dinner?”A shitshow. “Fine.”“What did you order?”“The B

It swept through me like a surge through a broken dam, gallons of water breaking free and rushing over me. Tears had formed in my eyes before he had even begun. It was an avalanche of pleasure, starting off slow then snowballing into a boulder of pleasure. “Yes…” I ground my hips against his face, swept away by the most pleasure I’d felt in seven months. It was so raw and intense, so amazing, that I knew why I couldn’t get over Axel, because no man had ever made me feel like this. “Yes…”He gave me a final kiss before he moved up my body, his big dick throbbing in desperation. One arm hooked behind my knee, and he opened me so he could shove his big head through my little slit. He kept up the pressure and continued to push, slowly breaking through my entrance and sinking as far as my body would allow.It hurt exactly as he’d said it would—but I fucking loved it.With me folded underneath him, he barely made it through a couple pumps before he came, releasing inside me with a sexy moan

I stayed out of the house for the day and most of the night.She called me twice, several hours apart, and I ignored those calls. There were no texts.When I came home, it was almost midnight. I walked past the guest bedroom where she had stayed when she first moved in, and I wondered if she’d moved her stuff back while I was gone.I walked into my bedroom, expecting it to be quiet and dark, but the lamps were on, and the TV illuminated the walls with the flashing light. My eyes turned to the couch, seeing her there with a blanket over her body.I stared for several seconds, surprised to see her awake long after her usual bedtime.She stared back, hesitance in her position.I walked past her and headed to the bedroom so I could kick off my boots and ditch all the clothes I wore. I hadn’t showered since yesterday, so I shut the bathroom door and stood under the warm water longer than I normally would. The sight of her should make me burn in excitement, but my anger was too potent.I le