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.

been her

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

she’d

to make herself

this clumsy attempt at foreplay–what

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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

his eyes locking onto hers–full of accusation and

don’t

already forced me to kneel for you today, Mr. Howard. And

I never given you a chance?” He paused, turning to look her dead in the eye. “Is apologizing

casual indifference, the old sting in Charlotte’s heart

didn’t

back to the same

stood, slammed the door behind him,

him. She stayed where she was, unmoved, as if his moods no longer mattered to her at

staying outside until the chill seeped into his bones and his anger cooled. Just then,

Tricia’s name, he

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