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When I was a little girl, Mr. Cane was my whole world.
He was perfect and handsome and the best thing to have ever happened to my family.
As I grew up, those feelings changed. I wanted him in every possible way, and I got what I’d been craving.
Then I learned things about him…dangerous things.
I was too stubborn to heed his warnings—too naive to see the complicated mess unfolding right in front of me.
My life was torn to shreds because of my desire for him, but how am I supposed to stop loving a man who still means so much to me?
I knew from the start that I should have stayed away from Kandy, but my stubborn heart wouldn’t let me.
I’ve done things I’m not proud of to get to where I am now, and because of it, monsters lurk deep within my shadows, ready to pull me under. She’s better off without me. I know it but still, I can’t let her go. She’s my girl. My everything.
I will fight for our love, even if it means losing everything I worked so hard for in the end.
On the way up the elevator, it was only us, and as soon as the doors closed, Cane stepped in front of me, caging me between his arms.
“What are you doing?” I asked, smiling, my breaths ragged.
Our foreheads connected and his lips came down on mine. He kissed me whole and deep, and it was so unexpected, but I melted with the kiss anyway. I felt like I was going to turn into a pile of mush by how intense it was. I curled my fingers into his black jacket, bringing my other hand up and curling those fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck.
A moan gushed out of me, and Cane started to pull away when the elevator chimed, but I didn’t want the kiss to stop. I reeled him back in, grabbing a handful of his jacket. A deep groan erupted from his chest and he picked me up in his arms, carrying me out of the elevator.
I don’t know what came over me at that point. I suppose this always happened. We’d kiss so hard, grind, tug, and pant, but as soon as he got down there, I’d panic. I always panicked.
Cane stumbled toward our room door. I felt him digging in his pockets with one hand for the key. Once retrieved, he stuck it into the lock, pushing the door open, all while I kissed him on his lips, his neck, his cheeks, anywhere I could put my mouth. The door automatically shut behind us and he wasted no time going toward the bed.
My heartbeat ratcheted as he placed me down and then climbed on top of me, making out with me just as passionately as he had in the elevator. He sucked my bottom lip between his teeth and a soft groan filled my throat. I was heated, ready…but so fucking terrified. God, why was I so scared?
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Shanora Williams is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who loves writing about flawed heroes and resilient heroines. She is a believer that love outweighs all, but doesn’t have a problem making her characters fight for their happily ever after.
She currently lives in Charlotte, North Carolina and is the mother of two amazing boys, has a fiercely devoted and supportive fiancé, and is a sister to eleven.When she isn’t writing, she’s spending time with her family, binge reading, or running marathons on Netflix while scarfing down chocolate chip cookies.