her and Ronald at the office.
She had enough time to leave the shelter undetected, get Bethy, leave her in John's care in the meantime, return to the office, and no one would ever know she had left.
Well, that was the plan.
She climbed through the window hastily and landed on the other side. But nothing could have prepared her for the sight before her. Leaning into John's car was Kade Tremayne. Worse, John was nowhere in sight.
She turned to run, but even in her wildest imagination she was never going to escape Kade. He caught her easily and held her against the wall of the alleyway.
She had reached a level of saturation that disintegrated her resolve. Everything culminated in one moment: that she had to walk into Nunzio's compound in broad daylight and take a woman he held prisoner, and on top of that was her uncanny, unwarranted, unwanted attraction to another man. In both instances she was betraying Liam.
Twisting around in the tight confines of space he allowed her, she lifted her hand before she could detail the repercussions of her action, but all that mattered was she lash out at what she had already dubbed the root of all her problems.
But her palm never made contact with his face. He caught her wrist midair and pinned her against the wall. She struggled ferociously, using all her strength to escape his overpowering countenance. But all he did was grasp her wrists above her head in one of his, when she tried to scratch his face instead.
She froze when he slipped his thigh between hers, pressing her even harder against the wall. Liam had held her almost the same way that very morning.
He ignited the heat in her pussy and she hated herself. Tears flowed down her face in pure frustration. Until he touched her. His thumb sliding through the single river running down her cheek.
Liam's words exploded in her head.
You have my permission to touch my wife.
You have my permission to touch my wife.
You have my permission to touch my wife.
She stopped breathing altogether.
No. No. No.
His green eyes darkened. She whimpered as his hardening cock filled the tiny space between them. She was lost. Confused. Angry.
He lowered his head until his breath lingered against her lips. She was going to die, but she wasn't going down without a fight because she knew in the depths of her soul that if Kade kissed her, he would change everything.
He would destroy her.
“Get off me,” she cried, fighting with all her might.
Instead, his thumb slid down her face to her lip. The throb from where Liam had bitten her had eased off a little as long as she didn't reach out and touch it with the tip of her tongue.
She whimpered as Kade reopened the stinging wound, pressing the pad of his digit to the tiny gash, reigniting the sting of Liam’s teeth. Her lip bounced back painfully as he dragged his thumb over it.
She was soaking wet. Whatever lascivious desire Liam had evoked in her this morning when he kissed her, then bit her lip, came flooding back twofold. Whatever little decorum she had recovered after that episode, Kade had, with one swipe, burst apart again.
He did that deliberately. So the pain would continue to keep her on edge. His action blasted her when she understood the truth. He could just prolong what Liam had started. He had as much power because Liam had given him that privilege. And what Liam started was a desperation so monumental, she couldn't cope with her thoughts, couldn't find coherence, only that she was weakened. That she wanted to kneel before both men.
She almost collapsed when Kade discarded her instantly the moment he had exceeded the tiny space between them with the thickness of his hardening cock.
Her body stung anew, remembering exactly where on her belly he had hardened. She couldn't catch her breath, as she clumsily wiped away her tears.
“Where were you going?” he asked treacherously soft.
“Kade,” Olivia said, her voice imploring him as she noted the threat in his, the dark huskiness that spelled out he would punish her if she didn't tell him. He didn't ask her again, and she stewed in the silence of her misery. He was a very dangerous man to her overall well-being.
She had no choice. Bethy needed her, and she was wasting time trying to preserve herself from being punished by Liam and, God help her, Kade as well.
“My friend Bethy needs my help. She lives… she lives