I have to brace her to take the force of my thrusts.
She’s so tight, so wet.
Her gasp is coarse; her nails dig into my wrists. With her eyes shut tight, her body tenses. She shakes her head and I know this is wrong.
She’s thinking about it.
About what happened.
“Allie,” I murmur and brace my arm behind her back, pulling her up to sit on top of me. I kiss her ravenously with her on top of me. “Look at me,” I tell her and instantly her eyes open. She holds on to me with a fierceness, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and burying her head in the crook of my neck.
I stay as still as I can, still buried inside of her, but not wanting to move yet.
“Look at me,” I tell her again more firmly and she does slowly.
“I’m sorry, I thought I could … ” her voice trails off and her shame comes back, but it’s gone the moment my words hit her.
“You’re mine,” I say the words reverently, our gaze heating with raw vulnerability. “No one else will ever touch you.” My heart beats hard and heavy, but slowly. “I’ll take it all away.”
“And you’re mine,” she murmurs and runs her fingers through my hair. Her touch gentle, but possessive. And I love it.
With her on top of me, I move my hands to her hips and rock her. Our eyes still locked. Her clit brushes against my pubic hair and she moans.
“Slow at first,” I tell her and pump my hips once, burying myself inside of her, but still letting her lead. She gasps a moan as her hands fall to my chest. Her small fingers dig into my shoulders.
She nips my bottom lip, letting the tip of her nose brush against mine as she pulls away slightly, but rocks her hips again, making her body shudder with pleasure.
My hand moves to the back of her head, and only then does she look at me. “We’ll get through this,” I tell her, searching her eyes to make damn sure she believes me. “I’ve got you.”
Whatever she asks for and however she needs it, that’s how it will always be with us.
Always and forever.
Epilogue
Allison
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“How are things going now that you’re settled in?” Doctor Robinson asks me. I like his office, it’s cozy with the dark furniture and thick rug under my feet. I like it more when Dean’s with me.
“Well, really well,” I tell him, letting out an easy breath as I pick my feet up and slip them under me to get comfortable.
“Moving was a good change, a new environment for both of us.”
“So everything went smoothly?”
“Better than I thought. Daniel took over the lease at the place I’d been renting.”
“And Daniel is Dean’s friend?” he asks me.
“Yeah, he’s a good guy,” I say, and my heart races as I talk. Because I’m hiding the truth. I’m keeping what I overheard just yesterday to myself. Daniel has his own demons, but that’s not my story to tell.
He nods in approval although he doesn’t write anything. The book stays on his lap, the pen sitting on top. My eyes keep flickering to it; I always wonder which parts of our session Dr. Robinson deems worthy of recording.
“We got a golden retriever,” I tell him. “He’s just a fluffy puppy, but he’s sweet.”
“You got him together?” he asks me.
“My mother got him for us.”
“And how does that make you feel?”
“You sound like a shrink when you ask me that,” I tell him.
“And you sound like you’re deflecting.” He’s quick to call me on my shit.
My eyes fall to the coffee table and I feel a tug on my heartstrings. “I feel like he’s too good for me,” I speak without looking up at Dr. Robinson, but the telltale sign of his leather notebook opening makes me huff a small laugh. I guess anything that hurts my heart is worthy.
“My grandmother used to say, find someone who loves you just a little more than you love them.” My eyes water, remembering how she said it. And how she meant it.
“And is that how you view your relationship with Dean?” he asks me.
I shake my head, nearly violently as I wipe the tears away from the corners of my eyes. “No,” I say quickly, the words coming out scratchy. “But I’m afraid that’s how he’ll feel because I’m not good at loving anymore. And that’s what matters really. Not about the truth. It’s all about what people think.”
“Why do you say that?” he asks me.
“Because it’s so obvious he’d do anything for me. And I’m scared he doesn’t think I’d do the same for him.” I would. I’d kill for him, die for him. Dean is my everything.
“No, why do you say you aren’t good at loving anymore?” Dr. Robinson asks. He adds before I can answer, “Dean knows you love him. It’s something that’s clear to him. And to me, not that you asked my opinion.”
It soothes me, like a balm on my chest, calming the anxiety and nerves that keep me up at night. “Why do you think you’re not good at loving?”
“I’m scared,” I admit to him, the confession coming out in a single breath.
“Scared of what?” he asks me.
“That one day he’ll leave me and I won’t survive it.” I sniff, reaching for the tissues on the coffee table and keep talking without looking him in the eyes.
“I don’t know how he can forgive me so easily. He says it’s love, but I still don’t quite feel like I deserve it.”
“Because you were protecting yourself.”
“If I had trusted him sooner,” I start to say the same thing I’ve been saying for weeks. I stop myself and pick under my nails, staring blindly ahead. “I can’t change the past.”
“And your past is where it belongs, behind you. What you have now is someone who loves you and who you love in return. Someone who wants to grow with you.”
“I feel like I can never show Dean how much I love him.”
“Maybe that’s a good thing. I want that to be your homework.”
“What?”
“I want you to write down ways you show Dean how you love him and how he loves you.”
I nod my head easily, feeling relieved slightly. Even if I could write it all down, Dean will never know exactly what he means to me. He knows everything, my darkest secrets, and he still loves me, without judgment. He gave me a new life and it’s complete with him in it.
I don’t think it’s possible to feel more love for that man than I do.
“Do you believe in fate, Dr. Robinson?” I speak without thinking.
“Why do you ask?” he answers without actually answering and a small laugh bubbles up as I trace the line on the edge of the coffee table with my fingers. It’s hard and unforgiving as I let my thoughts surface without fear of his judgment.
“Dean was supposed to be at that party.” It takes a moment for the good doctor to realize what I’m saying and when he does, his brow raises with surprise.
“If he hadn’t gotten suspended and in that fight with his stepdad, he would have been there.”
“And what do you think about that?” Dr. Robinson asks me.
“I think he would have hit it off with Sam.” My answer comes out choked.
“Do you think he would have ended up with her and not you?”
“I think none of it would have happened.” The words pour from me. “I don’t think any of that night would have happened.” The thought of that night being erased eases a pain inside of me, but then it comes back full force knowing that wish will never come true.
“Maybe we were supposed to be together, like fate.”
“Or soulmates,” he offers.
“Whatever you want to call it.” I shrug and then add, “Maybe that’s why we felt the way we did toward each other when I first came here. Like somewhere deep down inside we knew, and Dean knew it long before me because he wasn’t as broken.”
“Do you still feel broken?” Dr. Robinson asks me and it’s such a ridiculous question.
“
Of course I am.” Once you’re shattered, you can be mended but the cracks are still there. “Both of us were flawed, but together we make sense, don’t we?” I ask Dr. Robinson, and never in my life has someone’s judgment meant more to me. He simply nods as the timer goes off on my phone.
It’s time to go.
“Before you go,” the good doctor asks me, “if you told someone your story how would you describe yourself?”
“Scared, lonely, fearful,” I answer Dr. Robinson … but I’m lying. He nods in agreement and scribbles in his notepad.
A sickness churns in my gut as I think about our story and how I’d tell it. How I’d recount everything that happened.
I wouldn’t be able to do our story justice. Because it’s tainted by a different tale. One that’s darker. One I wish didn’t exist.
In that story, I know exactly how I’d be described.
Some would call me a villain.
They’d say I calculated it.
That I wanted to hurt him.
That he wouldn’t have come anywhere near me, had he known my intentions.
I tried to stay away, but he tempted me until I couldn’t resist.
That’s the truth … he asked for it.
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A note from the author:
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I hope that you enjoyed this book, that it spoke to you and that you felt what I felt as I wrote it.
We give so much power to four small words. She asked for it.
I hate the power they have. I hate what those words have done to so many women.
And I hate that the saying even exists.
But if it must, it will have a different meaning for me.
I hope after reading this book, those four words mean something different to you than they did before. And if you ever feel the need to reach out to someone because those words, or thoughts are too much, don’t hesitate to seek out help. There’s too much love in the world to ever feel anything but.
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As always, best wishes and happy reading,
Willow xx
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Curious about Daniel’s story? I have a little taste for you …
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No one knows what I think late at night, all alone in my bedroom.
How could they when I’ve never spoken the words?
He seemed to sense it though. His eyes pierced through me, stripping me and baring my darkest secrets.
Maybe it’s because I fantasized about him. It was his lips on mine, his hands that pinned me down. His rough stubble that scratched along my neck as he told me what to do.
It was natural that my thoughts would be consumed with him. After all, I’d fallen in love with him years ago, but it could never be for so many reasons.
I should have kept my mouth shut.
The second the words were spoken, there was no stopping them.
“Tell me you want it.” His rough voice cut through the night, and I couldn’t resist. It was a command I’d fallen prey to, and that’s where my story really begins.
I told him everything.
And he told me he’d give it to me.
Even if it killed me.
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Reading Order
Standalone Novels:
Broken
Forget Me Not
She Asked for It
Give It to Me
Forsaken, cowritten with B. B. Hamel
Burned Promises - FREE
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Sins and Secrets Duets:
Imperfect (Imperfect Duet book 1)
Unforgiven (Imperfect Duet book 2)
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Damaged (Damaged Duet book 1)
Scarred (Damaged Duet book 2)
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Valetti Crime Family Series:
Dirty Dom - FREE
His Hostage
Rough Touch
Cuffed Kiss
Bad Boy
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Highest Bidder Series,
cowritten with Lauren Landish:
Bought - FREE
Sold
Owned
Given
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Bad Boy Standalones,
cowritten with Lauren Landish:
Inked
Tempted
Mr. CEO
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On the Sweeter Side,
cowritten with Vivian Wood:
Knocking Boots
Promise Me
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Happy reading and best wishes,
Willow xx
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