Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 129687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129687 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
He had not what, she wondered hysterically.
She no longer knew what she wanted.
Suddenly, he started to speak. “Serenity—-”
The tone was not right, and she shook her head. She didn’t want to hear him speaking after all, not when he was saying her name like it was the last time he was going to say it. Gulping, she said haltingly, “I didn’t think I’d see you today.”
His jaw clamped at her words, and his tone was cuttingly derisive as he said, “Obviously.”
Her fingers dug into her palms. He was so, so angry. And she couldn’t blame him. “It’s a special holiday in uni. All of us didn’t have any classes.” She was stumbling all over her explanation, and the sound of her own voice made her wince. She couldn’t have made herself sound any more like a liar than she already was. “A-Acheron—-”
“That’s what you call him?”
She nearly jumped at his viciously sharp tone. “H-he asked me to,” she whispered and nearly reared back at the murderous way the Dutch billionaire looked at her.
“He asked you to,” the billionaire echoed her words mockingly. “And just because he asked you to, you said yes?”
She realized too late, and it was foolish of her, what he was getting at, and paled. “It’s n-not like that—-”
“Is it not?” the billionaire drawled.
She hugged herself in an effort to keep her body from trembling. “Willem, please—-” She flinched as he cursed.
“Do you think it would please me now,” he asked savagely, “to have you call me Willem when you obviously have no problems calling him by his first name?” His fist slammed against the wall on his side, and he saw Serenity flinch again.
Goddammit.
Goddammit to hell.
“I think you should go,” he heard himself say.
She had to, before he ended up hurting her more.
But Serenity didn’t leave, didn’t even move.
“I’m not giving you a choice.”
The billionaire’s voice was ominously soft, and she knew what it meant. It was a sign of his rage boiling so closely to the surface, but it was also a sign that he was hurting...because of her.
This was what she wanted, wasn’t it?
Wasn’t it?
Her lips parted.
“I want to stay.”
And as soon as the words were out, she realized that she did mean it.
She wanted to stay.
For better or for worse.
Because...because she would always love him.
And she was so, so, so tired of pretending she did not.
Willem was suddenly walking towards her, and she stiffened. When he reached her, Serenity’s body stiffened even more at the rage that glittered in his eyes. His fingers snapped around her wrist, and she knew any moment now he would start dragging her out of his place.
“Please.” She choked the word out.
His head jerked up, and in her gaze, he saw terror. She knew what he was about to do. She goddamn knew – so why the hell wouldn’t she leave instead of forcing him to toss her out?
“You—-” The minute he spoke, he saw the way she swallowed and stiffened, knew that she was preparing herself for the worst. But there was no resistance in her body, nothing that indicated fight.
She would take whatever he dished out.
She would not leave him.
His eyes closed.
Goddammit to hell.
He had hurt her, and she had hurt him back.
So what now?
Slowly, he opened his eyes. “You have to trust me one day, engel—-”
A sob racked her body.
His heart aching, he raised a hand to her face, and as he carefully smoothed the strands of hair away, he said rawly, “You either trust and forgive me...or you complete what you came here to do. You finish what you’ve started the day you allowed me back into your life. Avenge yourself—-”
Tears streamed down her face, and Serenity’s lips parted in a silent cry.
He pressed a kiss on her forehead, whispering, “Or let me love you again.”
With a heaving sob, she threw her arms around his neck, and he swept her up in his arms. He carried her to the bedroom, Serenity still crying in his embrace even as she frantically sought his mouth with hers.
She kissed him as she cried, and the billionaire tasted all the tumultuous emotions that tried to tear her apart into different directions. Pain, misery, confusion, vengeance, and underneath it all, love.
Laying her on his bed, he undressed her slowly, running his mouth over every inch of skin he exposed. Her hands rushed over his back, almost demandingly, but he didn’t let her hurry him, taking his time as he removed her clothing.
When she was completely naked, he cupped one breast and sucked on her nipple. Serenity moaned, her body arching from the bed and pushing her nipple deeper into his mouth. Her nipples dug into his back as he sucked her nipples, one after another, and she writhed restlessly under the heat of his gaze when he pulled away to undress himself.