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understand.”
    He shook his head slowly and chewed on his bottom lip as
his fingers gripped my chin and tilted my head back until I had no choice but
to look into his gaze, drown in the hell relayed in his irises and breathe in
his own warm breaths. “Why do you need to obliterate your life? I can feel your
despair honey, you reek of it. You unconsciously call out for help, your whole
soul is screaming for me to help.”
    The swallow stuck in my throat as my blood froze. How the
hell did he do it? Read everything and everyone so damn intimately?
    “What the hell are you on about?”
    He sighed heavily but his brow puckered with a slight
pain as he brushed his thumb over my bottom lip, his eyes trained on his own
gentle action and I pulled back as my heart screamed for protection. He gripped
me harder, his dominancy rendering me still and immobile and I closed my eyes,
shielding myself from his heavy stare.
    “Spirit…” His breath whispered over my mouth and I moaned
quietly as my brain fired danger alerts and my womb clenched in need.
    “Don’t…” I whispered back but I knew I was unable to back
my words up. I wanted him so bad, I needed him with everything I held inside
but he also scared the shit out of me. I knew he could get close, discover all
my dirty little secrets and hurt me with them.
    I whimpered as his soft lips brushed over mine and I
leaned into him, instinctively moving closer to him as my body refused my
brains demands and took what it needed.
    He growled deeply as I opened my mouth and wrapped my tongue
around his, flicking it harshly before my teeth painfully grazed his lower lip
and sank in until I could taste his blood.
    My back hit the wall as his hand grabbed a fistful of my
hair and his hips ground into me, his hard cock showing me just how much my
painful play had fired his arousal.
    “God, I need you” his whispered voice shivered over my
lips as his hand stroked across my cheek and ventured into the thickness of my
hair.
    His lips were soft but firm, his kiss dominant but conceding
and his tight grip in my hair was soothed by his other thumb softly stroking
along the ridge of my cheekbone.
    My body sang in delight as my core convulsed with a need
I had never felt before, my lust was driving me insane and if I was honest, my
need for him was frightening. I had never needed someone so… passionately, not
since…
     
    My brain erupted in alarm bells as my heart ached with
the memory of what I had lost, my soul weeping deeply as his face shot through mind.
    I pulled back from Bulk and my womb growled in anger as
my throat closed in disappointment.
    “I… I can’t do this… I’m…”
    I pushed against him, moving his large body with my
craving to get away but his hand shot out and took mine, “Spirit? I don’t…” He
shook his head and frowned. His eyes searched mine before I watched him
physically and emotionally shut down, right in front of me. It was like he was
suddenly aware of where he was and what tramp had him losing his control.
    His face contorted with disgust and I grimaced at the
hurt that dug deep. I knew what he thought of me, his actions from last time
still rendered an ache deep inside and I almost choked on the self-loathing
that fisted my soul.
    “I know, I’m… sorry.” I managed to whisper before I
pushed away and forced my legs to carry me down the hallway and through my room
door.
     
    “Spirit?” Janey asked on a choked breath as she watched
me slam the door and sink down it until I was a crumpled bitter heap of disarray
on the floor. “Sweetie, hey…”
    She was before me in seconds, pulling me into her soft
embrace as she took my pain and absorbed it like she always did when the sorrow
became too much, became an unbearable hostility within me; an inner hatred that
demolished my soul. The abhorrence of what I had done reducing me into a
chaotic crash of emotions, feelings and actual physical pain.
    I clung to her, needing the grasp of love as I