The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 59

CHAPTER 39: ADDICTED TO YOU–2

“Can’t,” I gasp “I–It’s too much.”

“Try again, baby.” His tongue flicks my oversensitive clit. “You fucking can.”

ess, working me through the aftershocks, building me back up when I thought I had nothing

pump steadily, his mouth worships my clit, and impossibly, I feel it building again.

y when I’m a sobbing, wrecked mess, right on the edge again, does he surge up. His c**k slams back into me in one brutal stroke.

“Again,” he snarls, hips pounding s

addicted to this cunt, Ember. my name. This is my fucking

One hand grips my hip h

and swollen and so

He rubs brutal

“Come

I sha

form creaks beneath us. “Give me another one. I’m you squeeze me, how you flood my c**k, how you scream

1. se. The other slides between us, thumb finding my clit–slick an’t stand it.
2. ds. “Let me feel it.”

me, squirting around his c**k, soaking his abs, his thighs, everything beneath , my entire body convulsing with it.

p, and comes with me, flooding me so full I feel it leak out around him with every

groans, grinding deep, making sure I take every drop. “Take it all. Every fucking drop.”

ogether, panting, trembling, soaked, wrecked. The aurora still rages above us, painting our

ossible colors.

s buried inside me, arms wrapped around me tight, his lips pressed against my temple.

humb traces lazy circles on my hip, gentling me through the aftershocks.

ou’re incredible,” he murmurs into my hair. “Absolutely fucking incredible.”

After, we lie tangled on

y head rests on

ce above

and sticky and completely satisfied.

The Northern Lights continue their eternal

ning.

eing me in the present moment.

quietly. “Nathaniel says there was a conflict.”

CHAPTER 38-

Devika showing up unitivited Her grabbing for firs black card, trying to steal it.

The confrontation where I finally said all the things I’d been frolding in for years–how she’d sold me off at seventeen, cut me off when I didn’t marry rich enough, left me to rot in an abusive marriage because her pride was wounded.

“I cut her off,” I say. “Completely. No contact. Ever again.”

Knox listens without interrupting, his hand stroking my hair

When I finish, he says simply: “You did the right thing. Some people don’t deserve second chances.”

I ask quietly: “Does that include you?”

He’s silent for a long moment.

“I’m not sure I deserve a first chance. Much less a second.”

I think about Rafael’s card, still in my clutch downstairs. I think about the choice I’m about to make.

“I’ll stay away from Rafael.”

Knox goes completely still beneath me.

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