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over my shoulder and start toward the door.

“Remi, what are you doing?” she shrieks as I throw her over my shoulder. “You cannot put me out. Not without hearing me out.”

“I can. And I fucking will,” I grate out and open the door and set her on her feet in the hallway. And then, I see that she’s wet, barefoot, and in her towel. Her eyes are wide with terror. Her lips are trembling.

And I’m slammed backward in time to the night of the Annual Gala.

She had that same look on her face. I remember her dignity, and things that once said and done, can never be taken back.

Oh my God. My anger comes crashing down.

I made her look like that. Again. God, this is a nightmare.

Chapter 40

NOT ENOUGH

KAL

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I watch as Remi comes to his senses. He steps aside and I walk past him stonily. I throw my towel on the bed and rush around the room throwing things haphazardly into my suitcase.

I tense, pause for a minute, but don’t look up when he comes to stand next to me. My heart is racing, my pulse beating at a million miles an hour. I’m so angry I can’t speak. I can’t believe what he just did.

“Will… shit. What are you doing?” His voice is a low groan. I can feel his eyes on my body, and I’m glad I didn’t cover myself. Let him look.

“I’m leaving. Like you asked,” I say through gritted teeth. I walk back to the small dresser where I’d put my underwear and pull things out.

He’s watching me silently. “I was angry. Hurt. I’m sorry.” His voice is gruff, but I can hear the contrition in it. I toss my underwear into my bag and turn to face him. And when I see his face, the completely exhausted eyes, the brackets of worry around his mouth and the way his shoulders are drooped in defeat, I sigh.

My anger loses its fervor. Right now, he’s the boy I met in the library and just like then, he’s in desperate need of a hug. I can’t imagine how much turmoil he’s in. My heart breaks watching him standing alone.

I put my feelings aside and put my arms around him.

His wrap around me immediately. He lifts me off my feet and squeezes me so tight that I wince. But I don’t let go. We stand there, and in each other’s arms, everything is suspended. I let him take some of my strength for himself. I know he needs it. I can show him the grace he denied me because I know he’s in pain.

“I love you, Kal.”

“Show me,” I whisper into this neck and he shudders. He lifts my thigh up to his waist and he presses against me.

“I don’t fucking deserve you,” he whispers into my neck before he takes my mouth in a kiss. It’s not a tender kiss, it’s hard, demanding, his tongue doesn’t dance with mine. He plunders my mouth, searching, and I let him get lost at the same time that I lose myself.

I’m not aware of us moving until he breaks our kiss and throws me onto the bed and crawls between my thighs.

“I want to eat this pussy so bad.” He plants his big hands on my inner thighs and spreads me open.

“Stay like that.” He lets go, slides one hand under my ass and parts the lips of my pussy with the other.

Then he lowers his head and licks me from my clit to my asshole. He dips his tongue inside and I gasp and tense.

“Shhh.” His lips brush my taint and his breath tickles me, but I relax. His mouth moves up and I grab his head and wind my hips, pressing myself into his mouth.

His thumb presses against my tight pucker and I bear down. He slips it inside of me just as he starts to suck my clit, hard. I scream and in what feels like seconds, I’m coming.

He slides up my body. “I fucking love your sweet little nipples, Kal,” he breathes before he licks one and then the next. I wrap my legs around him and reach between us.

We don’t speak. He’s silent when he thrusts into me. The only sound he makes is a loud hissing exhale before he starts to fuck me.

It’s fast, it’s hard, and I savor every single pulse, tremor, and moan he coaxes out of me. As good as it feels, I don’t come again. I’m just lost in