Cold husband burning regret

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 her

her like a piece of discarded cloth, rough and careless, leaving her with nothing but pain and a

that, she’d recoiled from his

she loved him, she’d tried her best to please him, to make herself into something he

attempt at foreplay–what did it even

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

the crucial moment, he

her, his eyes locking onto hers–full of

don’t want me to

unhurried. “You already forced me to kneel for you today, Mr.

“Have I never given you a chance?” He paused, turning to look her dead

old sting in Charlotte’s

didn’t do anything

had been in his eyes vanished. As they circled back to the same argument, he grew even colder, letting out a bitter

stood, slammed the door behind

didn’t try to stop him. She stayed where she was, unmoved, as if his moods no longer mattered to her at

chill seeped into his bones

name, he