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Instead, I took hold of her waist and got her to her feet, almost dragging her out of the bar. Once we reached a quiet, secluded corner, I hoisted her there, caging her in between my hands. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you had sex with the man! But you were a virgin when I had you, so I must be seeing things.” I shot the words like bullets, not masking the kind of fury of hell I was in.

What came out of her lips next put me in a tricky position.

“I did have sex with him.” She simply said it like it was of no consequence. “You had my virginity. He took the other,” Stella finished.

Everything around me evaporated.

The loud buzz of people in the hotel completely disappeared. The erratic thrum of my pulse rung in my ears as I studied the beguiling nymph with acute concentration. My sole focus was Stella and what she had just bombarded my thoughts with.

“You’ve had anal before?” When she responded with a careless nod, I became livid.

What the bloody fuck!I wasn’t sure if I was furious because she let another man touch her there or because he got there before me. Either way, I didn’t like anyone touching heranywhereintimately. I liked knowing that I was her first… but this Derek guy was her other first, too. So itwasmore like a pissing contest, but I didn’t care. Seeing her with her ex, cozy and intimate, made me rabid with jealousy. Top that with the blasted news she had just gifted me, I was an animal ready to let loose.

“What does he want with you?” I demanded, inching closer to madness. Stella shrugged, looking away. I gritted my teeth. Impatient. Frustrated. Not to mention, troubled by Zara and now facing this catastrophic imbalance I had with Stella. “Answer me.”

Stella made me want to keep her, for reasons that were selfish and wrong, and yet, it somehow made sense to me.

“He wants me back,” she responded, eyes cast down, staring at my chest.

I wanted to growl, go ballistic, go the fuck however I wanted, but a delicate quiver of her bottom lip unhinged something greater than the possessive side of me.

Goodness, she looked so fragile, beautiful and yet a sexy siren all wrapped into one delectable package. “Are you going to?” I carefully asked, trying not to lose my temper.

“No.” She was still adamant not to meet my gaze.

Breathing her in, I took a moment to rationalize my thoughts, then deemed it impossible. “Will you go to him after we’re through?” It was an invalid question, but for some reason, I wanted to know.

“Maybe. We’ll see. I want to date around; see how it is out there.”

See how it is out there. Right, bloody right. I nodded, as if understanding it all. Saw it all. “You mean you want to see how it is to have sex with different men? Try out all the shapes and sizes, you mean?” I was becoming unreasonable, but I couldn’t hold it in. Jealousy was a new emotion I could do without, but it had reared its ugly head when it came to Stella. Not even with Zara was I this territorial. Thinking of Stella in such a precarious situation, I became incensed with fury at the thought of her giving herself to different men.

I was so taken with images of her that when she finally lifted those crystal gray eyes to me, it seized me whole. I completely felt perplexed.

“Is that what you want, Cal?” she whispered; voice little, fragile even.

Her wispy voice nailed a thorn inside me. In this instant, all the rationale, uncertainties, the good and bad intentions, beliefs, weaknesses and happiness dulled away and I entirely became… unguarded.

My forehead rested against hers as I listened to our hearts thud with wild eagerness. The tip of my nose connected with hers. Our lips brushed, motionless. “Stella.” The tip of my wet tongue darted out, wetting my bottom lip, but as it did so, it also tasted her champagne coated one.

Like a truly addicted drunkard—intoxicated, bewildered and simply couldn’t resist temptation—my tongue sat on her bottom lip. From the inside, it traced the outline of her lips. From the bottom to the top, rounding it in a full circle, tasting her luscious lips with newfound hunger. “Stella,” I whispered her name again. Drunk. Hypnotized.

She trembled against me. Lifting my hand, I let my fingers caress her cheek. Each stroke on her soft, silken skin charged towards the powerful magnetic pull I had been avoiding.

It compelled me closer; bringing me to a close as my bottom lip softly kissed hers, ever so slowly. The feeling was exhilarating, even more so when I first took her in bed, consummating our marriage.

My lips softly pried hers open, seeking more. More of her taste. Just more of her.

We kissed. It was soft, gentle and unrushed, as though we had all the time in the world to kiss and get drunk off each other. In this heated moment, all I knew was one thing; from the root of her head to the tips of her dainty toes, Stella was mine.

All.

Fucking.

Mine.

CHAPTER57

Stella