Page 12 of He Is Ours (Lovers in Crossfire #2)
Chapter twelve
Alex
I
can’t
let
her
walk away again. I can’t lose her again. I may have pissed her off, but she is mine, no matter what. Regardless of the chaos that is going on, I refuse to let this woman go.
Before I can stop myself, I grab her arm and pull her into me. Wrapping my arms around her waist, desperate to fuse her to me, to make sure she knows exactly where she belongs. With me. With us.
She sucks in a sharp breath, her body tense against mine. I reach up, tilting her chin so she has no choice but to look at me. Her beautiful blue-green eyes blaze with a challenge—a silent dare.
I do the only thing I can think of and bend down to kiss her.
Not just a soft and gentle kiss but a hard, demanding, and owning kiss.
I pour everything into that kiss: every ounce of frustration, devotion, and love.
Claiming her the only way I know how. Silently begging her to understand that I had nothing to do with her capture and to trust me.
For a second, she doesn’t move.
For a second, I think I’ve lost her for good.
But then I feel her walls shatter. A small noise escapes her, barely a gasp, and she kisses me back. Her hands fly up, gripping the hair on the back of my neck, pulling me in closer, like she needs this just as much as I do.
My heart skips a beat, and I know I’m finally home.
When she pulls away, her breath is ragged, her lips swollen, and tears are streaming down her face. “Pl– please tell me my mind is lying to me.” Her voice is barely a whisper, but the weight of those words nearly breaks me.
Another tear slips down her cheek, and I reach up, wiping it away with my thumb.
“I promise you, Azúcar,” I murmur, voice thick.
“I had nothing to do with my grandfather’s evil.
I would never, EVER let him take you. You are the love of my life, and I would never want to hurt you.
” I cup her face, forcing her to hear every word.
“You and Rachel complete my broken black soul. I would never willingly jeopardize that.”
She doesn’t answer right away. Instead, she turns, looking at Oliver. Their silent conversation is immediate, a twin connection I’ll never fully understand. And then, Oliver nods. Whatever Olivia sees in his face is enough.
She turns back to me, lips parting slightly, and I see it for the first time in what feels like forever.
Hope.
“I love you, Alex.” Her voice is still hesitant, still broken, but I hold my breath because she’s not running.
“This is going to take time to grow again,” she warns. “I am fucked up, broken, and damaged, but I am willing to give us a chance.” Her gaze flickers to Rachel. “The three of us.”
She reaches out for Rachel, and without a second thought, Rachel grabs Olivia’s hand, fingers threading together with ease. Olivia pulls her close, and the moment Olivia is completely in our embrace, I feel the tension in her shoulders release just slightly.
It's a small surrender, a step forward. But it is a small victory I will gladly accept.
Rachel presses a soft kiss to the back of Olivia’s head, then leans in, her voice soft, warm, and undeniable. “Always remember, babe.” Another kiss, a little firmer. “He is ours. You belong to me, and I to you. We belong together.”
A pulse of electricity shoots through me at Rachel’s words, lighting up every part of me.
I have never known love the way I feel it now.
Not in my heart.
Not in my soul.
Not in my whole damn body.