And now she’s living under my roof, two doors down from my bedroom, asking me to help her put her life together. When all I want is to tear apart the fabric of her life, the way she’s done to mine.
She is Ernest’s daughter.
She is fifteen years younger than me.
She is trusting me to protect her and her future.
She deserves so much more than what I can give her.
I’ve never found anything as hard to walk away from as I did her just now in my dining room.
Her heaving chest against mine, her mouth… that goddamn mouth, so sweet, so defilable, so fuckable, barely an inch from mine.
What I would’ve given to have ravaged it in that moment.
And she wanted me to. She’s wanted what I’ve wanted since that night in my apartment, dancing in the dark, her body on my leg, straddling over me.
Tonight, her pleading came in those short, ragged breaths. In the way she said my name…
“Kingsley.”
A breathy cocktail of sweet and seductive, razing my self-control to the ground.
Did she know she was beckoning me to my ruin?
Fuck!
I slam my foot onto the gas, glad for the empty roads.
My brothers and I all have our routines to clear our heads. Damien runs like death herself is chasing after him. Kylian meditates and does martial arts. Matthias walks miles and miles until he’s solved whatever problem he has with a clear path forward in his head.
I drive.
Drive until the road blends in with the sky and it’s all a blank canvas for me to draw out blueprints for my solutions to a problem.
But it’s not working tonight.
All I see are her eyes looking up at mine.
She’s right, she doesn’t know anything about me, but every time she looks at me, it’s as though she feels like she can trust anything I’m about to say.
No one ever looks at me that way. No one should ever look at anyone like that.
Offering up their innocence for the price of a single kiss.
How I would have vaporized every last ounce of my humanity for a single taste of her.
I press harder on the gas, trying not to remember the way her face felt in my hands.
Soft, impossibly delicate, even as her eyes seethed with defiance.
How I’d dismantle every pillar of fight in her until she’s nothing but a trembling, quivering mess in my arms, begging for more.
That fucking mouth.
Sensual suicide.
One inch from mine.
