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Now that he was kissing her like this, the fear of tumbling off only grew.
She was pregnant. A fall could be dangerous. She instinctively grabbed his collar for balance.
As she turned toward him, her fingers brushed his chest. He gave a low groan-and his kiss deepened. desperate and devouring.
“James, stop…”
She was breathless, struggling to keep upright, unsure whether to return the kiss or pull away.
“Lily…”
His voice trembled with helpless need. “I missed you so much…”
“Let me go!”
Her voice began to break apart in his overwhelming kiss. “I’m Lily, I’m a woman… You only like men. You can’t…”
“I like women, Lily. I like women…”.
His bloodshot eyes locked onto hers, voice trembling with raw longing. “I like you…”
“Lily, please don’t leave me…”
Rationally, Lily knew-James had been determined to get rid of her child. There was no way he liked women.
He had to be drunk out of his mind, rambling nonsense.
But facing the pleading in his eyes, hearing him hoarsely repeat how much he liked her, how he didn’t want her to leave…
Her heart softened completely. She couldn’t h herself to push him away.
Instead, caught up in the moment she found herself responding to his kiss.
He lit up like a starving child tasting candy for the first time. Like a loyal dog finally praised by its master.
His kisses grew wilder, more frantic, as if he couldn’t wait another second to consume her whole.
“Lily…”
He whispered her name like a prayer, and his long fingers began to wander with reckless abandon,
In a blur, he yanked at the collar of her top-and it ripped open with a sharp tear.
The night was heavy with languid desire..
Clothing slipped from her shoulders.
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Lily was lost in the heat and tenderness of his kisses, so absorbed that she didn’t even notice how bare she had become.
She had missed him too.
It had been more than a week since she was abducted and taken into the mountains, but the fear and helplessness from that night still felt as close as yesterday. She wanted to hold him fiercely, to kiss him deeply, to lose herself in him without restraint.
But adults, when clear-headed, had to be rational and measured. Only in a night like this-when he was too far gone to know where or when he was-could she let herself indulge in stolen pleasure.
James’s kisses slipped down from her reddened lips, urgent and uncontrolled.
She was powerless to resist, her head tipping back, seeking just a sliver of air. But the way she arched only drew her closer to him, like she was offering herself up rather than creating distance.
“Lily…”
His desire for her was too great. Just holding her and kissing her wasn’t enough to satisfy the hunger boiling inside him.
He buried his face in her neck, breathing in her sweet, warm scent as if he could drink it. Then, without warning, he lifted her into his arms and strode quickly toward the master bedroom.
Her head swam, her body soft and unsteady in his hold. By the time they tumbled onto the softness of the bed, she realized they were no longer in the study but in his room.
Somewhere deep inside, she understood what that meant.
She knew that taking advantage of his drunkenness to be close to him was taking what she wanted without his full awareness. But the moment his lips found her again, the fleeting rationality she had managed to recover scattered to dust.
She looped her arms around his neck and let the heat of him consume her until nothing remained.
By the time dawn came, she was too exhausted to remember falling asleep.
When she opened her eyes, the room was already bright.
She instinctively tugged at the silk quilt draped over her. Looking down, she found herself face-to-face with broad, defined chest muscles-several deep scratch marks standing out stark against his skin.
His abdomen bore them too…/
All of them were her doing,
She didn’t dare keep looking. Turning her head quickly, she caught sight of more on his shoulder;
The images of last night-their heat, their frenzy-rushed back into her mind in vivid, unrelenting flashes
She couldn’t face him. Desperate to leave before he woke, she began slipping from the bed.
“Lily…”
Before she could get away, a hand closed around her wrist. She turned and met his half-lidded eyes, still hazy from waking.
James had never been the type to forget after drinking. Their eyes locked, and at first his mind was a tangle. But when he took in the marks scattered over her skin, his eyes widened in pain and regret. Memories from the night before began to sharpen.
She had wanted to end her pregnancy, to be with Jackson. The thought had torn him apart. In a rare loss of control, he’d gone to the wine cellar and brought up a cache of strong liquor, drinking until his mind was fogged.
When he saw her in the study, it had felt like a dream.
He couldn’t tell if she was Leila or Lily-or if Leila had always been Lily. What he wanted had always been her.
His yearning had overpowered his reason, and in the haze of desire, he had forgotten all restraint.
He remembered carrying her to the master bedroom, remembered the way passion drowned out every boundary, remembered only stopping when she had passed out from exhaustion.
And now, with clarity, he could see it-how she had resisted when he first grabbed her and kissed her, how she had told him to let her go.
He had been like a maddened beast, without reason or morality, ignoring her words and her will entirely.
Which meant that last night… he had forced her.
He had forced her, even when she had pledged herself to another man and planned a future with him.
“Lily, I…”
James shut his eyes against the weight of it.
When he opened them again, the whites were streaked with red.
She had wanted nothing more than to be with Jackson, but when the elders had asked him to take care of her, he had said yes out of selfishness. He had used the excuse of sparing them worry to bring her to his private villa.
He had told himself he wanted to look after her, to win a little of her affection, to make her care for him.
Instead, on the yery first day, he had behaved like something less than human.
How could she ever care for, let alone love, a man like that?
The more he thought about it, the more disgusted he became with himself-base, shameless vile H. voice was rough when he spoke. “I’m sorry. Last night… I forced you. I’ll call the police right now
James’s voice was hoarse with guilt. He grabbed the phone from the nightstand and quickly warted dialing the police.
Lily, still reeling from the sight of the scratch marks she’d left on his skin, froze when she heard what he was doing. Last night hadn’t been entirely his fault. It had been her own weakness, her inability to resia his touch, her choice to take advantage of his drunkenness. She couldn’t let him call and turn himself in.
She shifted her aching body, snatched the phone from his hand, and hung up. “It wasn’t your fault. You were drunk, and I should’ve stayed away from you. I’m the one who was wrong”
Her voice faltered. “What happened last night… let’s just… pretend it never happened”
Hearing that, James didn’t push the call through again. He knew full well that in matters between a man and a woman, if she refused to accuse him, even if he turned himself in, there would be no punishment. And he knew she wasn’t letting him off out of forgiveness-just as before, it was because she cared too much about the elders, didn’t want to shame them or make them sad.
He loved her deeply. Loved seeing her every day. But after last night, he understood-his nearness, his selfishness, only hurt her more.
Twice now, he had forced himself on her. In what way was he any different from men like Ben or Jerry- vile, predatory animals he despised? If he truly wanted her free of pain, the only choice was to stay away.
After a long silence, he forced down the bitter taste in his throat and said quietly, “I’ll transfer this villa to your name.”
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