Chapter 15
I couldn’t sleepthat entire night after being inside Soren. I couldn’t stop thinking, trying to come up with a solution, and something that wouldn’t be so damn messy.
But in the crime world, nothing could be done in a clean fashion. And nobody was willing to move a muscle, or pull any strings for free.
Regardless of how much it would cost me, I’d give every penny to my name if it meant Soren didn’t have to go back to that scumbag of a husband.
As a plan would start to form in my head, my doubt would start to creep in, and I’d be slammed right back to square one.
I didn’t doubt my ability to rescue her. No, my concern was about the fact that I’d fucked her. I’d allowed myself to get attached. I didn’t just want to break Soren out of her shitty marriage. I wanted her to be with me, under my care, and my protection. But I wouldn’t settle with her feeling like she was going from one prison to another.
I wanted her to be with me because she wanted to, not because she felt like she had to.
So I’d have to sever these ties of attachment now because I knew I wasn’t the only one who felt them.
Feelings were a dangerous game, and I’d be lying if I said considering letting them in was the thing that terrified me the most.
I was no longer afraid of losing my life over some petty Mafia business.
I was afraid of what this woman was doing to me and my dead soul.
I wishI was the type of person who could lay in bed all day. But the fact that I’d already been laying here, tossing, and turning all night already put my body in a shitty mood.
I pushed myself out of bed and sounded like an eighty-year-old man with the way my bones cracked. The pain in my joints made no logical sense to me, considering the fact that I was healthy as a horse, worked out every morning, and ate decently healthy.
My bones and muscles should be singing praises at how well I take care of them. But instead they punish me for one night’s bad rest.
I heavily considered skipping my morning workout but knew I’d kick myself in the ass later for it. It could only help with the pain in my body and the thoughts running through my brain.
I shrugged on a plain black t-shirt and a pair of sweats, lacing on my sneakers before jogging briskly down the stairs, opening up the doors to the home gym to find that it wasn’t empty.
For fuck sakes.
Seeing her this morning when I had grabbed a cup of coffee before scurrying to my room for a shower had been bad enough, but seeing her now felt like torture.
If I had any hope of getting Soren far out of my mind, watching her ass on the treadmill wasn’t helping. Nor was how I observed sweat pour down her partially nude back, the parts not covered by her sports bra. I again sent a thank you to whoever invented those workout pants because they did wonders.
Her headphones were on, and I didn’t want to scare her. Even though there was an entire wall of mirrors in front of her and she should have been able to see me.
But I could tell already she was so in her head that she didn’t notice my presence. I did my best to act like I hadn’t been checking out her ass since I walked through the door and made my way over to the workout bench on the far side of the room, where I hoped she’d see me. The last thing I needed was for her to get scared and fall and break a bone. That would not bode well for either of us.
“Shit!” I heard Soren yell, knowing now she had finally seen me, and I wasn’t as casual as I had hoped. She pressed the button on the treadmill, slowing down the pace, before she hopped off and took off her headphones.
“You scared me,” she half laughed, half panted. Her face was glowing, absolutely radiant with the red flush and the sweat from how hard she was working herself. It did nothing to stave off the desire I had to have her as mine again.
To watch her fall apart for me.
To watch her come undone.
“Sorry,” I said, as nonchalant as I could, shifting my weight between my feet, arms crossed over my chest.
“Did you sleep okay?” She asked, taking a sip from the water bottle she’d picked up from the floor.
“Could be better, could be worse,” I replied, having a hard time meeting her eyes.
“Everything okay?” She asked, worry etched over her face.
“Soren,” I began, taking a deep breath to get the words stuck in my throat out. “Last night shouldn’t have happened. I want to help you get away from Jude, but I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you like that.”
“I never asked you to save me,” she scoffed. “And I wasn’t taken advantage of, Kade. I fucked you willingly, and I would do it all over again.”
My dick twitched watching the word ‘fucked’ fall from her lips and hearing her say she basically had no regrets about our night together. Because I knew deep down, I didn’t have a single regret either about last night. But I couldn’t let her know that.
“I’m no better than your husband, Soren. We can’t be together,” I argued, trying to get her to see reason, but also hoping she didn’t. I didn’t want to hurt her. But I knew it would hurt a lot less now than down the road when she had to leave, and we really wouldn’t be able to be together.
“I’m not asking for us to be together, Kade,” Soren replied, making me question if the flush in her cheeks was still from her workout. “I wanted you as badly as I know you wanted me. It was sex, nothing more. And as I said, I’d do it again.”
Damn it to hell.
“Fuck it,” I closed the distance between us, crashing my lips to hers, not able to hold back anymore. I devoured her mouth, twining my tongue with hers and backing her up to the wall of mirrors.
I broke away from her, wrapping my hand around her throat.
“You want me to fuck you, princess? Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, causing my already straining dick to become painful, dying to be inside her.
“That’s my girl,” I growled, claiming her lips again, tasting every bit of her, swallowing every moan she gave me.
I trailed my hands down her sports bra and slowly made my way to the spot I wanted between her legs.
I growled as I found her to be absolutely soaked for me, even through the fabric of her leggings.
“Oh, princess, all worked up for me are we?” I teased, gliding my hand in the seam of her pants, recognizing with a groan that she wasn’t wearing underwear.
I led her by the throat over to the workout bench, turned her around, and slowly pulled down her leggings, baring her to the cold, open air. I reveled in the fact that I was right, and not a scrap of underwear was on her body.
“Bend over. Let me look at you,” I demanded.
She slowly but surely bent over, giving me a full view of her: sopping wet and all for me.