Page 136 of Condemned By Pain
I press a kiss to her head. “It’s not easy to catch me. People have been trying for over a decade.”
Her father almost caught me with that fake Jonathan identity. But now I know what he’s capable of—I won’t let him corner me again.
She chuckles, tilting her face up. “Now you’re reminding me of your age again, saying you’ve been a criminal for a decade while I was just a ten-year-old who cried over scraped knees.”
A smile tugs at my mouth.
She pokes my cheek. “I love your dimple.”
I catch her hand and turn it, enclosing her small fist in mine. “I love you.”
“I love you more.” She brushes her lips against mine.
“You can’t possibly love me more than I love you, Princess.”
“Why not?” She props herself up on her elbows, ready to argue the point.
“You have a beautiful world without me. But for me, you are my world.”
She chuckles. “You always catch me off guard when you say things like that with that serious face.”
She wipes the smile from her face and narrows her eyes. “But your cheesy line doesn’t prove you love me more.”
I laugh at the dramatic shift in her expression.
She claps a hand over my mouth.
“Someone will hear you.”
Her eyes fly wide. She slides away from me, quick, jerking open the drawer beside her bed, then another, rummaging frantically. Then she looks at me.
“My phone. It was right here.”
“It’s in the closet.”
“You put it there?”
I nod.
She sighs, dropping onto the bed. I look down at the breathtaking sight of her naked body. I move closer, pressing my lips to the bare curve of her waist. She rolls onto her back. I kiss my way up to her soft breasts. She hums when my mouth closes around her pebbled nipple.
I suck until it slips from my mouth with a wet pop. I slide her thong down and away. I part her legs and rub my tip all around her slick flesh, then slowly push inside. Her body welcomes me, pulls me in, greedy and perfect. Her lips part as I slowly fill her completely.
I pull out completely, bend over her, and push back in, claiming her mouth in a fierce kiss as I do.
There is no end to desire in her presence. She is my beginning, and she will be my end. Everything in between is hers. My body, heart, and soul—scarred, tainted, and tortured—belong completely to this woman.
Chapter 39
Elowen
I wake to knocking on my door—banging would be a better word.I climb out of bed, gather my torn dress, and start searching for my thong. It’s nowhere in sight.
The banging continues, harder now. I abandon the search, bolt to my closet, shove the dress into a corner, yank on pajamas, and rush to the door.
“Why the fuck weren’t you answering your phone, and why does it take you an eternity to open the door?” Avi storms past me, then stops dead. Infront of my bed.
“Oh. My. God.” Her eyes rake over the crumpled sheets, the pillows and cushions strewn everywhere.
