That didn't make sense. None of it did. Something that had her tensing, reminding her of long dark nights and fantasies she didn't dare think about. He and another member hurt you. He bruised you, Kia, and he frightened you. And that isn't tolerated. Trust me. Work with me, and before you know it, Drew, and the pain, will be behind you.
The gossip would truly never be squelched but it would never be considered more than an amusing tale without her backing. She looked down, staring at the toes of her very stylish shoes that matched her very tasteful silk dress and wished she had worn her jeans instead. Her world was exploding around her—what did this matter? And what did his request matter? It was for her benefit as well as that damned club's.
What he did was bad enough. To that, Kia shook her head. I'll take the blame. I trusted her. That was my mistake. I'll deal with it. Coming here had been the hardest decision he had ever made. It was the only time he had regretted fulfilling this part of his job as Ian's private investigator and the first defense against society's knowledge of what the club actually was.
Wounding this woman's pride made him feel like a damned animal. When her head lifted, he saw her eyes. Bright blue, damp with tears, but fierce with pride and with anger. Why not just ask me? All he could do now was shake his head. But a divorce is the least of what he deserves from it. And demand a high settlement.
I promise, you'll get it. Kia was boneless between them now. Pleasure still suffused her, a brilliant haze of satiation wiping her mind of any cares, at least for the moment.
Still felt them inside her, hot, possessing her, the primal intensity of the act not lost on her. She wasn't going to regret it.
If it never happened again, then this alone she would have to remember. The night Chase Falladay made two years of hell worth it. It was three in the morning and the snow was piling high before the limo pulled to a stop at the covered entrance to her apartment building.
The chauffeur opened the door smoothly and Chase stepped out before he turned to lift Kia from the vehicle. She gripped his shoulders as his hands spanned her waist, lifted her, then set her on the damp sidewalk beneath the marquee. Snow fell around them in thick, fat, lazy flakes. The wind had picked up a bit, blowing around her as she stared up at him, wrapped warmly with his overcoat over her dress.
Khalid wouldn't let her leave the limo without it. It was close enough to morning. Like a fantasy, dawn was coming and when its fragile light began to spill over the city, this night would be nothing but a dream. Chase escorted her through the wide lobby to the bank of elevators at the far side.
Her apartment, more a penthouse suite, was on the twenty-fifth floor, dark and cold, and lonely. Chase kept his arm around her, kept her close to his side as the elevator made its way too quickly to her floor and the doors slid open smoothly. Kia opened the tiny purse she carried, extracted the key, and found herself handing it to him. There was such arrogance in the way he had held out his hand for the key—command and dominance.
Chase was a man used to doing certain things, to controlling too much around him. Kia pressed the security code by the door, and when he opened it, the lights were already on low throughout the apartment.
She hated walking into the dark. They stepped inside, Chase's narrowed gaze raking over the small foyer and luxurious living room that opened out onto a balcony overlooking one of the larger parks. The apartment was too large for one person. She'd known this for years, but had held on to it anyway. It had been awarded to her in the divorce agreement. With the bank of windows that looked out on the park, the large rooms, and the spacious layout, the penthouse would be easy to resell. He could stay the night.
He could curl in that large lonely bed with her that she never slept in and hold the cold at bay. No, she wasn't. You and the dop key - cart drivers ing of action and expression due to pain , are at one in recognizing only pleasure and rather than in the perception of the pain itself.
If greatest pleasure is the only possible object , and the production of such pleasure the only possible criterion of action , and if ' as to present pleasure and pain the mind never mistakes that which is really good or evil , ' with This is not to say that when we are unselfish we expect for ourselves no increase in pleasure or no decrease in unhappiness.
Rather, we expect only pleasure or reduced displeasure and nothing else. Kia is a dream Chase has not allowed himself to entertain. Now that he has her, it's her heart he's. King Henry VI, part 1. King Henry VI, part 2. King Henry VI, part 3. King Richard III. Troilus and Cressida.
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