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I slumped down onto the side of her bed. Elbows on my thighs as I drove my fingers incessantly through my hair, trying to figure out how the hell I was supposed to respond.

I felt her shuffle around.

“Why won’t you say it?” Her unyielding demand flamed the intensity.

I found I couldn’t lie to her. Couldn’t deny it.

So instead, I grunted, “You know why.”

“You, Trevan. It’s you. It’s you who I want.” Elena released it like a petition.

I couldn’t help myself.

I swiveled to look at her from over my shoulder.

She hovered high, yet she still appeared tiny. Elevated above all the corruption that vibrated like a beast below her.

A pillar of temptation where she stood with the backdrop of that painting.

A goddess that could only be admired but never be touched.

Cheeks pinked and chin tilted to the side. A fall of black hair raining around her shoulders. Legs bare and that dangerous skirt brushing around her thighs.

She was completely off-limits.

It didn’t matter that I knew it to my soul.

Every cell in my body reacted, heart battering against my ribs and my cock pressing against my jeans like he was ready to take matters into his own hands.

This woman so fucking gorgeous it hurt to look at her.

Apparently, I loved the torture since I couldn’t look away.

Couldn’t do anything as she moved forward an inch. The hem of her skirt fluttered with the movement, and I was low enough that I got a peek of her black underwear.

An unhinged sound rolled out of me. Greed and gluttony at the vision.

Hazel eyes flashed and she spread her legs a fraction.

“Fuck, Elena. What do you think you’re doing?”

I should get up and fly the fuck out the door, but I was pinned.

Speared to the fucking bed.

“It hurts, Trevan,” she whispered almost frantically as she clutched at the thin fabric of her shirt. “Every second that you’re not touching me, it hurts. I want to know what it feels like for you to take it away.”

That unhinged sound twisted into a snarl of possession.

This was so fucking wrong. Even just sitting there.

Hell, even breathing the same air that she breathed was enough to condemn me for eternity.

My conscience screamed that simple truth.

But I guess it was only a dull hum in the background of the lust that pummeled my senses because my hand was suddenly on the outside of her thigh, long before I could even process the action.

Flames lit at the contact point.