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His Cadence nodded frantically, her breathing coming out in cute little gasps, her sweet hips already starting to move with his rhythm.

“That’s it,” Keiran urged. “Just like that. Take what I give you.”

Her hands reached back, clinging to his thighs as her body started to shake.

“I can feel it,” he murmured. “You’re close. You’re so fucking close.”

Her muffled moan was his undoing.

Keiran pressed his palm tighter against her mouth, his fingers working her relentlessly as she came—hard, shaking, helpless. Her body clamped around him, her moans swallowed by his hand as she slumped against the wall, spent.

An eternity seemed to pass before Cadence was able to find the strength to look up, and her chest squeezed when she saw his hooded gaze.

"W-What now?" The words came out in a tremulous whisper. "Are you going to pretend nothing happened between us?"

"No." His lips tightened. "I'm going to pretend I won't do it again."



















Cadence

PRESENT TIME

Memories of our past blur, and I'm not even surprised to find my cheeks wet with tears. Just a week after our first kiss, we'd eloped. Two months after that, and my father had destroyed our marriage with his poisoned whispers.

Of course he's after your money, you idiot!

Do you really think a man like him would want you for anything else?

You said it yourself—-he's gone every night, and he never tells you where he's going? Wake up, for fuck's sake!

I remember begging Keiran to explain.

But he had been so proud.

Too proud.

When all I could do was cry, he hadn't even waited for me to speak.