Regret Novel 50

Evander had half a mind to avoid her altogether, but the way she spoke–like she didn’t care whether he came home or not–made him frown.

He stepped closer, his gaze raking over her with unabashed intensity. “This is my house. I’ll come back whenever I damn well please.”

Charlotte instinctively shrank back, but he reached out and pulled her into his arms. Damp strands of her hair clung to her pale skin, and in her panic, her clear eyes looked even more heartbreakingly beautiful,

A dark beauty mark near the corner of her eye only made her seem more vulnerable, a touch of sorrow in her delicate features.

His warm fingertips brushed over that little mark, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. God, had it really been months since he last touched her?

She knew that feverish look in his eyes all too well. Flustered, she tried to push him away. “The box is empty…”

“I bought more.” His voice was thick, his palm pressed firmly to the small of her back as he buried his face in the curve of her neck.

The air between them crackled, heavy with unspoken want.

Even Charlotte was startled by how quickly things escalated.

Before she could catch her breath, he swept her up and carried her to the bed.

The mattress dipped beneath their weight. He caged her against him, his body radiating heat–just like always, every inch of him capable of burning her alive.

For a moment, Charlotte’s mind flashed back to the first time he’d touched her.

had been

a piece of discarded cloth, rough and careless,

after that, she’d recoiled

tried her best to please him, to make herself into something he could

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out despite herself. She didn’t move to meet him, nor did she resist, but her body betrayed her, tense

the crucial

hers–full of accusation and emptiness, as if

cold. “You don’t

met his gaze, calm and unhurried. “You already forced me to kneel for you today, Mr. Howard.

off his tie in frustration. “Have I never given you a chance?” He paused, turning to look her dead in the eye. “Is

the old sting in Charlotte’s heart

I didn’t

to the same argument, he grew even colder, letting out

the door behind

she was, unmoved, as if his

seeped into his bones and his anger cooled.

name, he

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