Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“Milo, let him out.”
“No.”
“Milo, please.”
“Once the divorce is final,” I tell her. “He would never have divorced you because he wants your money.”
“I worked that one out myself, Milo. It’s one of the reasons why I left.” She nods and reaches for my hand. “Please, for me. Let him out.”
“Maybe.”
“Now, Milo. Please.” I huff and reach for my cell. She moves forward and rests her hands on my chest, staring up at me.
“I don’t hate you for it either.”
“You may if you see him… he’s lost a few fingers and toes.” I give her a grim smile. Her body tenses as I press call. Morris answers straight away, and I tell him to let the scumbag go. He’s confused, and rightly so, but he does as I say.
Her arms wrap around me, and she hugs me tight. “Thank you.”
Chapter 43
Lissie
“It feels like home.”
“Ineed to shower,” he says.
“Can I come with you?” I ask. “I mean, you wanted to talk, and I’ll need a shower before I have to see the lawyer today.”
“Clubhouse or my place?”
“Your house.” Grabbing a bag, we leave Letti’s and head to his place. We’re quiet on the drive. I’m not sure what to say. He let Cody live for me. Which I’m sure he wouldn’t have done for anybody else.
When we arrive, I smile as I look at the house. I love this place—it’s somewhere I could live forever.
“Why haven’t you been staying here?” I ask.
He kicks off his boots and tears off his shirt as he walks up the stairs. He doesn’t answer me, so I put my bag down and follow him.
When I reach his room, the shower is already running, and I easily see him through the open bathroom door. Deciding I don’t want us to fight, I take off my clothes, enter the bathroom, open the shower door, and step in behind him. He doesn’t stop me when I place my arms around his waist and pull myself to him.
“I think I love you, Elizabeth,” he whispers, still not facing me, his head against the wall. “And I fucking hate that I do.”
I flinch at his words. “Milo.”
He turns around, and before I can say another word, he pushes me backward, slamming my body against the wall and picking me up. He wastes no time positioning himself at my entrance, and I’m already eager and ready for him.
That’s the thing—I think I always will be for him. I yearn for his touch like it’s ingrained in me, and when I don’t have it, I miss it. Want it.
As soon as he slides into me, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and let him take control. He moves me up and down, each thrust deeper than the last, claiming me. All of me. I don’t tell him that he’s going too fast, that I can’t keep up my breathing—it’s rushed and shallow from the onslaught of emotions running through me right now.
Milo Savage just told me he loves me.
And that he hates that he loves me.
Maybe I hate that he loves me too.
Or maybe not.
Love.
Hate.
Those emotions can go and suck a dick.
But not his dick because that is currently mine.
I bite into his shoulder as I come. It didn’t take long for him to get me there. It never does with him. He knows exactly what he’s doing and how to do it. Perfectly.
He stops, burying his head in my neck, breathing heavily. “Don’t hate me,” he says quietly.
I pull back and look at him. “I don’t hate you, Milo.”
He lifts me up and off his cock, and when he places me back on my feet, he’s gentler, careful with each movement he takes. He turns away from me and steps under the spray. I hear him mutter something to himself before he turns to face me again. “You need to leave.” He steps out of the shower.
“What? Why?”
“Because I just changed my mind, and I am about to hunt down your husband and kill him.” He grabs a towel and wraps it around himself. “And you should leave this town now.” He walks out and leaves me standing in his shower, stunned and speechless. The warmth of the shower contrasts sharply with the cold emptiness settling in my chest as I try to process everything.
What the hell just happened?
As I step out of the shower, I stand there in his bathroom, unsure what to do. After getting dressed, I leave the bathroom and find him already dressed and shoving his feet in his boots. He turns to face me as his cell starts ringing.
“I’ll give you a ride.” He stands as he answers his cell phone. After a moment, his eyes find mine, and something has changed in them. “I want you to stay real calm,” he says in a soft voice, his hand gripping the cell.