thought of having to go back to Nunzio’s compound to do that is what paralyzed her.
She had never been more afraid in all her life. This could go so horribly wrong. She could end up getting killed, or worse, kidnapped, and that would have Liam turning the world upside down to find her, and he'd do it with a trail of blood in his wake.
She couldn't help the shiver that slithered down her spine and hoped she wasn't giving away her apprehension with her eyes.
He neared and she felt consumed. And just before she released a premature breath of relief that he was leaving, he shut the door instead.
“Watch your tone, Mrs. Stone,” he said softly. Her body quaked and her thighs trembled. God help her. She couldn't do this anymore. The only man who could order her around was her husband. It was only his voice she reacted to, which created an unpredictable maelstrom around her, then stopped all time. That took her to realms out of this world. That made her want to kneel before him like he was her god. He did that to her and now… now this man, Kade Tremayne, was doing the same.
What is wrong with me?
She always prided herself on knowing her emotions. She wasn't flighty. She didn't just fall for a few sweet words and a couple of diamonds. When she had told Liam she loved him, she meant it for life. And it was not out of gratitude like he accused her of. She was the one who couldn't live without him. And yet he had thrown her words back in her face and ordered she never say them as long as he lived. But that changed nothing about how she actually felt.
She wasn't supposed to feel anything remotely similar for Kade. It was wrong.
But Kade's voice played over in her head, that deep raw roughness that slid against her nerves. Her pussy ached. The damned images from that erotic movie they had watched pierced her brain.
Their bodies hot as they sandwiched her, their cocks thick and hard as they entered her. Both of them at the same time. A half sob escaped her lips.
No.
She answered only to Liam. This man here could not tell her what to do about her tone of voice or anything else for that matter. He had no right to barge into her life and turn it upside down. And Liam could stop it, but for some reason he didn't. So it was up to her.
She turned and tried to open the door, but with his hand effortlessly holding it closed, all she did was put herself even closer to the vicinity of his body.
Accepting defeat, she moved out from under him. She had to get her footing back. Her control back. She had to forget Kade.
Trembling, her body on fire, it couldn't handle this much, not twice the onslaught that was Liam and Kade together. She walked to her desk and set out to do some admin. She could do nothing more but pretend everything was fine and normal. And yet nothing would ever be the same again.
She didn't need to look up to know Kade had taken a seat on the sofa in the office. He propped his legs up onto the coffee table and with his head leaning back, closed his eyes. He took up way too much space in her office, in her life, everywhere.
She glanced nervously at her watch. It was almost time for John to arrive.
As quietly as she could, she got up from her desk and went into the bathroom. He probably didn't even notice her leave; by his even breathing he looked quite asleep.
Working as quietly as possible, she opened the window, and to her relief saw John's car already there waiting for her. She stripped quickly and wished she had brought a fresh set of panties. Liam had ensured that the pair she wore were properly drenched already. And Kade wasn't making it any better.
After deciding to remove them completely, she slipped into the jeans and then the hoodie. Last, she put on the pair of flats.
Ronald had a load of errands to do. He also had to pick up a substantial number of pizzas for lunch for the women who came to the shelter so that would take up extra time. No one else would come looking for her because most of their other staff were employed on a part-time basis, and today it was only