Chapter 99-2
Oh.
My brain fried. No-exploded.
Did I hear that right? Did he just-?
No. No way. My lungs forgot how to work, my heart slamming like it was trying to rip out of my
chest.
“Uh…what?” It was barely a sound, more a plea.
“I love you, Kiana.”
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The world tilted. My knees buckled, but his grip held me, unyielding. My fingers dug into his arms, desperate to ground myself in him.
“You…” My mouth was bone dry, my tongue heavy. “You love me?”
“Yes.” The word was brutal, absolute. His stare burned into me like a brand.
A ragged laugh escaped me, sharp and shaky. “Oh my Goddess.”
This was real. He’d said it. Troy Ryker, the man who drove me insane, the man who terrified me, the man who made my body ache and my heart bleed, he loved me.
A sound tore out of me, something between a sob and a laugh, messy and raw. My head spun, my
whole world upended.
“Kiss me,” I whispered, voice breaking. “Please.”
His mouth crashed against mine, not slow, not careful-hungry, claiming, devastating. I clung to him, dragging his shirt up with trembling hands until he broke the kiss long enough to let me rip it off him. My palms slid over the hard ridges of his chest, his body scorching hot under my touch.
“Troy,” I gasped against his mouth. “Say it again.”
“I love you,” he growled, biting my lip hard enough to sting.
I moaned into him, the sound torn from deep in my chest. “Again.”
“I love you,” he rasped, kissing me harder, desperate, as if he could shove the words down my
throat until I swallowed them whole.
It was strange that I could hate him for so long and now, I couldn’t believe that he was mine. Strength and power and compassion all rolled into one.
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His lips traced fire down my neck, my skin arching into his mouth as he dragged my shirt up. On the ship, I’d been braless more often than not, and Troy knew it. He took full advantage, his lips trailing over my collarbone before closing around my n****e with a sharp, teasing nip that had me gasping.
A moan slipped from my throat, raw and needy.
His hands wandered lower, rough palms brushing over the scars etched into my body. For so long, I’d hated them, stiffened at even the thought of being touched there. But with him? I didn’t flinch. Not anymore. Because he didn’t just see the scars, he accepted them. He accepted me.
He accepted all of me.
When he lifted me like I weighed nothing and laid me down on the bed, I shivered beneath him. He smoothed my hair from my damp face and pressed a soft, reverent kiss to the top of my head.
“Three times,” he murmured against my skin.
“Three times what?” I whispered.
“Before we’re done here,” his gaze burned into me, possessive and dark, “I want to hear you moaning or screaming my name three times.”
My lips parted, but nothing came out. The wicked grin that curved his mouth made my stomach clench, heat flooding between my thighs.
He tugged down my pants in one sharp move, spreading me open to him. His hand slid between
my thighs, and I nearly jolted off the bed when his fingers pressed against the heat already dripping for him.
Always. I was always hot and wet for him.
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