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I. Remember.
Everything.
Only now I wish I
didn’t.
When the fog is sucked
away from my mind like smoke through a
vacuum, the truth that has been beyond
my reach for months
finally
reveals itself.
But the relief I
thought I would feel never comes, and I’m more
afraid now than I was the
morning I woke up handcuffed in King’s
bed.
Because with the truth
comes dark secrets I was never meant to
know.
I will put the lives
of those I love most at risk if I let on that my
memory has returned, or if I
seek help from the heavily tattooed
felon who owns me body and soul.
I don’t know if I’m
strong enough to resist the magnetic pull
toward King that grows stronger every
day.
He’s already saved me
in more ways than one. Now it’s my turn to
do whatever it takes to save him.
Even if that means
marrying someone else…
He
cupped my ass and lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. “There was
one point I’d made the decision to tell you the truth. I owed you that much.
But then all the shit went down with Isaac and Preppy, so when I made the deal
with your father for Max, I thought I was doing you a favor by giving you your
life back and getting you out of all the shit that came with being in mine.”
I
squeezed my thighs around his waist, rubbing myself against his hardness. I
moaned. “But you weren’t giving me my life back.” I corrected. I placed my
palms on his cheeks and held his face in my hands, searching for any sign in
his eyes that what I felt for him might have been wrong, but instead what I
found was a resounding need to fix what was broken between us. Tears formed in
my eyes. “You were taking it away.” King’s lips parted. He ran his thumb across
my lower lip, turning his head he kissed his way up my arm.
“Goosebumps,”
King observed, running his fingertips across my already stimulated skin. I bit
my lip and stifled a moan.
“It’s
just the heat," I lied.
"You've
got that fucking right," King growled, bending my wrist behind my back,
his lips came crashing down over mine. We were a tangling of lips, clanking of
teeth, sloshing through the water to better line ourselves up with each other.
It wasn't pretty.
It
was need.
"I’m
still fucking mad at you for letting me go,” I said into his mouth, while our
tongues did things other parts of me throbbed to do.
King
stilled and held my face away from his, our chests heaving in unison, my erect
nipples rubbing against his hot hard skin as we panted together. Our breaths
mingled in the air. He ran his hand down the side of my face and cupped my
cheek in his palm. "I didn't give you away, Pup. I released you."
I
stilled. "You released me?" I couldn't hide the hurt in my voice. For
some reason, releasing me sounded worse than letting me go.
King
ran his tongue across the tip of my earlobe, holding me tightly against his
warmth. Chills ran down my spine and into my very core and they had nothing to
do with the temperature of the rain.
"I
tried to release you, Pup. For Max.
But there was a major problem with that plan, and no matter what happened, it
would never have worked," King confessed.
"Why
is that?" I asked, needing to know, but at the same time acutely aware of
the pulsing between my legs. Relief and release was only a scrap or two of
fabric away. Throbbing for me.
"The
problem was…you never released me," King growled, crashing his lips to
mine. He moaned into my mouth when I rubbed myself up against his straining
erection. He pushed the fabric of my shorts aside and the second he parted my
folds with his index finger, I shuddered. He plunged a long index finger inside
of me, and for a second my eyes rolled back in my head until he withdrew it. I
cried out in frustration, wiggling myself against him, needing him to make me
feel anything other than empty.
King
snarled. “You seem to have forgotten who the fuck I am, Pup. So I'm going to
remind you.” He pressed his hips against mine. “I'm the man who took you
against your will and handcuffed you to my fucking bed. I'm the man who wanted
you, so I fucking kept you." He cocked an eyebrow. “Do you really think
you have a choice when it comes to being mine?"
King
lifted me onto the dresser and pushed himself between my legs, forcing my legs
apart. He held my wrists behind my back forcing my shoulders backwards and
pushing my chest into his. My dress rode up to the tops of my thighs. King
pushed a strand of hair behind my ears and leaned in to me, his lips just a
breath away from mine. The room was getting hot. I couldn't breathe. I
needed...I don't know what I needed. "No more questions."
I
opened my mouth to argue. "Stop fucking talking," he snapped.
King
lifted me off the dresser and carried me and set me down in front of the
full-length mirror that hung on the closet door. He stood behind me. A head
taller than me and outweighing me by a hundred pounds, our differences had
never been more obvious. His dark jeans and dark tank top were a stark contrast
to my little white eyelet sundress. My pale skin next to his tanned. My white
hair to his black. It was a sight that made my knees weak. Because although the
reflection in the mirror made our differences obvious, it also made me see how
well the two fit together.
Haven’t read this series yet?
Meet King & Pup in King (Book One)
About the Author
T.M. (Tracey Marie) Frazier resides
in sunny Southwest Florida with her husband and three feisty fur kids.
She attended Florida Gulf Coast
University where she specialized in public speaking. After years working in
real estate and new home construction, she decided it was finally time to stop
pushing her dreams to the back burner and pursue writing seriously.
In the third grade she wrote her
very first story about a lost hamster. It earned rave reviews from both her
teacher and her parents.
It only took her twenty years to
start the next one.
It will not be about hamsters.
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(Signed
Set of King & Tyrant)
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