HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 100

Alaric’s POV:

I think I may have been obsessed with her.

No–I didn’t think. I fucking knew it. I was obsessed with everything about my wife: her face, her body, her stubbornness. Her goddamn attitude. The way she trusted me. The way she wanted to know me.

The way she thought she wouldn’t hate me once she found out who I really was. What I’d done–to her family and mine.

And I hated it. So much. The last time I was obsessed with someone, my heart was eventually ripped out of my chest and torn into several pieces. Although I knew Meadow was not Clarissa, I still couldn’t let myself get obsessed.

But I was fucking selfish, so I wasn’t going to let her go.

Meadow moaned into my mouth, pressing her warm, tight body against mine, and I picked her up, carrying her over to the vanity and dropping her on the table.

“You want to know if I’m scared of you leaving?” I rasped against her neck. “I’m not.” When I pulled back to look at my gorgeous wife, her face had fallen. But I wasn’t done speaking. “I’m fucking terrified.”

Here I was, confessing to her about what had quickly become one of my greatest fears.

Meadow’s lips parted slightly, her eyes glazing over as she gasped. “Alaric-”

I rested my forehead against hers, swallowing. “You’re the only one who makes me lose control, Meadow.

You make me lose my fucking mind.” I captured her lips again, softly this time. “But you also keep me in control. I don’t know how you do it.” I shook my head. “But I don’t want you to fucking stop.”

Warmth erupted in my chest as she ran her hands over it, her eyes on me as she wrapped them around my neck. “But I don’t… I don’t do anything-”

“Don’t say that, baby,” I muttered, heaving a sigh. “And I know you mean well. You want me to bare myself to you. You want to know who I am, but I’m not entirely sure that’s possible, Meadow. You can’t know me.”

Her eyes were wet. “But I want to. Why don’t you want me to know you?”

The big question, with an answer that I wasn’t sure how to provide. The words were at the tip of my tongue, and it was only when Meadow cupped my cheek and made me look at her, that I spoke.

“I can’t bare myself to you. I can’t show you everything about me and then watch you walk out on me because you think it’s too much.”

I already told her that the contract didn’t have a time clause. I already told her that she could leave if she wanted. Now, she thought she could handle everything, but she couldn’t.

Meadow would never forgive me if she knew the truth about her father–whether or not they were in speaking terms with each other. And even if she somehow managed to forgive me for that fault, she would never be able to move past the things that followed. The deceit.

I knew who this woman was and she had no idea.

Meadow shook her head, her brows furrowing. “No, Alaric. I won’t-”

I cut her off with another kiss, stopping her from finishing that sentence. From making promises that she wouldn’t be able to keep. Promises that I wouldn’t even fault her for not keeping.

Meadow’s fingers climbed into my hair and she pulled me even further down against her, tightening the grip of her thighs around my waist. Her lips were warm and soft as always, her tongue so accepting of mine.

My cock pushed against my slacks, against her stomach, and when I ground my hips against hers, she let out a moan.

Fuck.

I’d just fucked her and it looked like she wanted more.

“Tell me what you want,” I whispered against her mouth.

“We shouldn’t,” she breathed. “We were having a conversation.”

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