Secret Read online Penelope Sky (Betrothed #9)

Categories Genre: Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Betrothed Series by Penelope Sky
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
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Then the sound of heels hit my ears.

She stepped out of the double doors and walked into the hallway, so oblivious to everything around her that she didn’t even notice me standing there. She headed for the bathroom, sniffling.

“Baby.” I moved behind her.

She halted, jumping at the sound of my voice. She clearly thought I’d already left, had no idea she would bump into me again. She took a few seconds to turn around, and when she did, her gaze was so hard, it seemed as if she hadn’t been on the verge of tears to begin with. “Get the fuck out of my face—”

“We fuck the way we fight—and we fight the way we fuck.” I came closer to her, pulling my hands out of my pockets.

“If you think we’re gonna—”

“I’m sorry.”

She shut up, breathing loudly.

“That was a really fucked-up thing to say. I didn’t mean it.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’ve made enough comments to indicate otherwise—”

“And I didn’t mean those either.”

“Then why would you say them?” She crossed her arms over her chest.

I was quiet for a while as I considered my answer. “You want to know the reason I let you go?”

Her hostility immediately dropped because she hadn’t expected me to say that. Her eyes narrowed in confusion.

“Because I heard you pray. I heard everything you said. I heard you say you’ve slept with more guys than you should have…”

She was still, waiting for more.

“I know you’re insecure about it, so I used it against you…to hurt you. But that’s fucking worse than meaning it, and I’m sorry.” I rubbed the back of my neck, my other hand sliding into my pocket. “I don’t understand why I got so upset about Andre. I don’t understand why I hate the idea of you being in a bar alone. I don’t understand why every guy before me bothers me so much. I’ve been in denial, but it’s fucking obvious, staring me in the goddamn face.” I looked away for a few seconds before I met her gaze again. “I’m jealous…”

She took a deep breath.

“Out of my fucking mind, inexplicably, insanely jealous.” I dropped my hand and felt the humiliation wash over me.

She stared at me for a while, her eyes hiding her thoughts so clearly. “You told me to trust you, but it doesn’t seem like you trust me.”

“I do.” I said the words without thinking. “I’m not worried about you being with someone else. Andre is nothing compared to me. Why would you want another man when I’m one of a kind?”

She dropped her gaze.

“That’s not what upsets me. It’s…” I shook my head. “It’s possessiveness. It’s jealousy. It’s emotions I can’t even comprehend. I’ve never felt this way before. I’ve never had a woman I didn’t want to share.”

She lifted her gaze again. “I know exactly how that feels…”

It was fun to watch when I was on the other side of the conversation. But being the culprit was no fun at all. My flesh had been stripped away, and there was nothing but my feelings underneath—and she could see them all. I couldn’t hide them anymore. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t care less where you’ve been, how many guys you’ve slept with, because there’s nothing wrong with it. Your past doesn’t matter. Only your present does—with me.”

She watched me for a while. “I’ve never been with a man who makes me feel the way you do…because you are one of a kind. My friends aren’t just jealous of me for having you. They’re jealous because of the way you look at me, the way you treat me. They’re jealous of everything that we have. I don’t look at other men because there’s nothing to look at. You’re it…” She didn’t need to say any of that because her feelings were obvious in everything she did, from losing her mind with jealousy to fucking me nonstop throughout the night.

I smiled slightly, relieved that she forgave me, that she wanted me enough to excuse the shitty things I said.

“But you need to trust me…” She stepped closer to me, her arms loosening from across her chest and moving to my biceps. She tilted her gaze up slightly to look at me, staring through her thick eyelashes. “Do you trust me?”

My arms moved around her body, my hands planting against the bare skin of her back. My fingers dug in slightly as I pulled her closer, bringing our faces close together, my eyes looking into hers with a new kind of intensity. “With my life.”

Eight

Catalina

The clothes came off the second we got home, the pieces of his suit like breadcrumbs down the hallway. His watch came loose and landed somewhere on the bed, and my small black dress was hanging on the bedpost.

With his powerful arms behind my knees, he took me deep and slow, his mouth kissing mine as he rocked into me over and over. With every thrust, he pressed deep within me, getting his entire cock inside before he pulled out again, his lips never breaking with mine.


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