Remorse (Rhodes #0.5) - Rina Kent Page 0,4

and wipes his mouth with a napkin.

“Leave.” Arthur grits out, his gaze is still on mine, his clutch on my arm is possessive and unyielding. For some stupid reason, it sends tingles through me.

“Excuse me?” Thomas asks.

Arthur’s features darken with murderous rage as he flicks his attention towards Thomas. I’ve seen that expression before. The inability to control his rage. Thankfully, I have the right cure for it – or I did up until three years ago.

I slip my hand in Arthur’s, and just like magic, his shoulders relax a little.

A grin lifts my lips. I love how I always had this effect on him and still do.

“I’m so sorry, Thomas.” I grab my bag and smile. “I will call you.”

I take Arthur’s hand in mine and practically drag him down the restaurant’s hall and into the lift. Thankfully, no one else is around.

As soon as the lift’s doors close, Arthur hits the stop button. “You won’t.”

“What?”

“You said you will call him. You won’t.”

I cross my arms. “Why not?”

He advances until I’m against the lift’s wall and his arms are on either side of me. “Are you trying to drive me fucking mad?”

Arthur only curses when he’s royally pissed off. Strange satisfaction courses through me for being able to stir this side of him, but also knowing I’m the only one who can calm him down.

The disease and the cure are all in my hands.

“I waited three years for you and this is how I find you? Wining and dining?” His face is inches from mine, nostrils flaring as if he will breathe fire. “Who the fuck is he?”

“My future husband.”

This is so wrong, but I can’t help the need to push his buttons. It’s only fair that he’s taken off balance just like he does to me.

As if possible, the black of his eyes darkens further as he growls. “What the fuck did you just say?”

“You have no right to question me, Arthur.” I push at his chest, but he’s like an unmovable brick wall. “We’ve been over for years.”

“To you!” His strong hands cage my face as he tilts my head back so I would stare straight at him. “For me, you were always mine and I was always yours.”

I melt. My pulse thunders in my ears, and no matter how much I try to resist it, those words lodge deep inside me.

His lips devour mine. He’s angry. He’s longing. And he’s claiming me mind, body, and soul. I’m lost in his taste. In his embrace. In his scent.

I missed him. Goodness, I miss him. All the reasons why I shouldn’t allow him to mess with my equilibrium vanish.

He’s all I ever wanted.

He’s all I will ever want.

Just for now, I want to stop thinking and live the moment.

Chapter 3

We stumble inside the hotel room, clawing at each other’s clothes. Our kiss deepens until I’m breathing Arthur’s air and he’s feasting on mine.

We fall onto the huge, soft bed amid countless pillows. Arthur imprisons me between his iron-clad thighs as he kisses his way along my jaw and to my collarbone. He sucks and nibbles on that sensitive spot in my throat, causing pleasure pools between my legs.

“I missed you,” he grunts against my ear as he tugs on my clothes. His fingers skim over my scorching skin while he unbuttons my shirt. My pulse explodes in my ears until it’s everything I hear.

The mere feel of his hand awakens a searing fire that’s been sleeping for years. He unclasps my bra and yanks down my skirt in impatient movements that mirror mine. His fingers spark burning trails in their wake. My nipples harden and tighten underneath his feral gaze as if beckoning him over.

I reach out for his shirt, but he all but rips it away, a few buttons scatter around us, hitting the floor with finality He almost ruins his belt, too, as he steps out of his trousers, remaining in black boxer briefs.

My fingers itch to touch his defined chest muscles and his cut abdomen. He’s become a lot lither and agile since the last time I’ve seen him.

He’s become irresistible, too.

Knowing he doesn’t like me – or anyone – touching him, I grab a fistful of the sheets instead.

Arthur captures both my wrists in one hand and slams them above my head on the mattress. I yelp as his head lowers to my throbbing nipple. A shot of pleasure rushes through me. His tongue laps around the sensitive peak until I’m squirming and tingling