LAURENTA stab of pity for Rochelle caused my jaw to clench.I should have felt no sympathy for her. I had warned her, told her over and over again that there was nothing under the ice mask. Rochelle ripped her fingers away, tears standing in her eyes. “It’s her, isn’t it? It’s Cleo.” I raked my fingers through my hair. The image of Cleo standing in the dark, her wide eyes fastened on mine, the carton of milk like a weapon between us caused my cock to twitch. I grimaced. Here was a half naked woman, throwing herself at me, begging for my attention. Yet, it was the thought of the one who would rather bury me six feet under that had blood roaring south to my cock. “I’m not sure what you mean.” I murmured. “I’m not stupid, Laurent. It’s Cleo, isn’t it? She’s the reason you’ve never been with me. She’s the real reason you wanted to wait until marriage to mark me.”Her voice ended brokenly, and tears sprang into her eyes. The guilt bit at me again, reminding me that I had wasted fou
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