Perfectly Imperfect(77)
I look up at Kane and give his angry expression a wink before turning back around. I stare at my half-sister and tell her the only thing I can to make her understand that she no longer holds any power to hurt me. “Why the f*ck wouldn’t he want me?” The curse word rolls off my tongue effortlessly, and it just makes my smile widen.
She doesn’t respond, but I turn and ignore them. I said what I needed to in order to move on with my life. I no longer have any part of my painful past tying me down. I got the closure I needed, and it doesn’t matter what they think.
The resistance in Kane’s hold draws me up short, and I realize he didn’t move from where he had been standing. He’s staring at my half-sister, and if her trembling is anything to judge by, he looks terrifying.
“To answer your asinine question, it’s because I f*cking love her.”
When he turns, he gives me a wink of his own and starts walking out the door, this time leading me. I’m too busy riding the high that my life’s become to even notice what is being yelled at our retreating backs.
I don’t care what they have to say because right now, I know when I leave this office, they’re going to be dead to me. Not even the memory of them will haunt my mind.
I, Willow Tate, have won.
WILLOW DOESN’T STOP SMILING THE whole way out of the offices. She gives Mary a warm hug and promises to keep in touch. She turns toward me, and even though I know confronting her past wasn’t easy, she looks happier than I have ever seen her. I had misjudged just how much this last tie to her past weighed on her. I have no doubt that she finally feels as strong as I knew she had become. Giving them her forgiveness wouldn’t mean anything to anyone else, but to her it was the only way she could truly move on and be free from it.
The thought of letting her do this today had been filling me with unease all night and into the morning. I felt protective of her before we knew each other, so the thought of letting the woman I had come to love be in any pain I could prevent killed me. But when I stood by her side and watched her take charge of her future, I knew that moment was worth all the unsettling feelings I had.
Now, though, all of that is gone and the only thing I feel is pride. No, that’s not true. Witnessing all of that turned me on so much; I could have f*cked her right there in the middle of Dominic’s office.
If watching her dominate the room wasn’t enough to have my cock painfully hard, hearing her response to Ivy almost made me come unglued.
I’ve never heard her cuss. Not once. But now, all I can think of is hearing her beg me to f*ck her.
When the elevator doors close and shut us in solitude, I turn to her and back her against the wall. My mouth comes down to hers in a hungry kiss. All of the pent-up frustration I felt at having to keep my mouth shut while she got what she needed back there came out in the brutal, savage kiss. All my worry and fear for her bleeding from my body as I let my hands roam all over her body and feast against her mouth. Her moans driving my need for her higher until I have to tear myself away before I really do f*ck her right here.
“I’m so proud of you, Willow.”
Her eyes open slowly, and I feel her fists uncoil around the fabric at my hips she had been fisting tightly.
“So f*cking proud of you, baby.”
The hazy gaze of lust is still floating over her expression, but her cheeks go pink at my praise.
Bending down so that my lips are just feathering her ear, I whisper, “And one day soon, I’m going to hear you say that word again. You know the one. You’re going to say it when you’re begging me to take you.” I press my lips to the spot just under her ear that I know turns her on. I step back, just in time for the doors to slide open to the lobby.
Grabbing her hand, I lead us out and look around. Besides a few businessmen and women going about their day, there doesn’t seem to be anyone paying us any attention. I was half expecting to have my presence noticed on the way out, but the front lobby is eerily quiet. I would have proudly marched through a sea of reporters if they had been tipped off, but I’m glad I have Willow alone after what happened up there. I know she’s okay, but I still would feel better having her to myself just in case the enormity of cutting ties with her evil family hits her negatively.
Cam is standing outside the Range Rover when we walk into the crisp November air. He stands from his relaxed position leaning against the SUV and moves to open the back door. I allow Willow to slide in first and look around one more time, seeing nothing but the normal busyness of New York City. Shoppers, tourists, and locals going about their business without a care.
I climb in and ignore my belt, sliding across until my arm is over her shoulder. She’s tucked into my side right where she belongs.
“I just talked to William. He said the jet is fueled and final prep is underway. They’ll be ready to take off as soon as we get there.”
“Thanks, Cam,” I respond. Turning my attention from Cam’s reflection in the rearview mirror, I look at Willow. The small smile still on her lips and her eyes closed while she relaxes against me.
“Are you ready to leave New York City and come home with me?” I ask, my words meaning a lot more than just asking if she’s ready for her move. She’s coming home, maybe not in my home just yet, but she is most definitely coming home where she belongs. By my side. And if I have my way, she will never be leaving.