I rolled over and faced the wall away from the direction of that damn door. I don't want anything other than my boys.
Once I figure out how to take the twins away from her, none of the rest really matters.
I'd come too close tonight to falling into her trap of seduction . Wouldn't I be the world's biggest idiot if I went there again if I found myself in her bed in her?
For fuck sake, stop thinking about being inside her. I buried my face in my pillow, hating us both for me wanting her. How can this shit be possible?
I've hated her for so long, how can one innocent touch unleash such need? Instead of waning, that need kept growing. Now all the times that I took her were replaying themselves on a loop inside my head.
All the many places and positions I'd taken her in came flooding back, and this time I was at a loss to stop them. Why the fuck did she come back into my life? And why is my body betraying me? How can it want her of all people? I thought I hated her more than I've ever hated anyone in my life. So how can I react to her this way?
It's going to be a long fucking night.
Last night I'd been too angry, and there was too much going on with the new revelation that I had two babies and heirs when I'd pretty much given up on that, but now with my sons here under my roof and things set in motion to get my way, it's like the barriers were down, down enough to let that viper in.
Shit, at this rate, before the night is through. I'm either going to fuck her or kill myself.