Unleashed #4 by Callie Harper Read Free Book Online

began to come in soft pants. “Do
you remember, Kara?” I refused to answer, kept my head to the side,
my eyes closed.
    With a hiss, he slid my
panties down and slipped his finger deep into my slippery sex. I
gasped in pleasure as he plunged his finger up into me, claiming my
heat.
    “So wet, Kara. So
wet.” He praised me, stroking me. “But you shouldn’t be. Not
for me. You left me.”
    “Please,” I
whimpered, wanting but not wanting. I needed but didn’t want to
need.
    He stroked me the way
only he knew how, deliberately, slowly, building my need, trapping my
wrists above my head. I closed my eyes and felt only the waves of
heat, the shuddering, heady arousal pounding through my body, growing
with each stroke.
    “Tell me, Kara.”
With slow expertise, he touched the swollen nub of my desire, a light
flick that made me gasp, then a strong, slow stroke. “Tell me. Who
were you thinking of while you touched your pussy?”
    So close, I knew this
was my last chance, my final opportunity to push him away. I could
feel the waves of pleasure building within me, robbing me of my
sanity. But I remembered I had to stop this. I had to.
    “Declan—” I
sobbed. His hand stilled at the broken sound of my voice. His fingers
motionless, he listened. “Declan.” I gathered my strength to
continue. “You know what you can do to me. You know you can make me
scream your name and beg for more. But, please, don’t. I want you
to stop.”
    He withdrew his hands
and took a step away. I stood, panting and trembling, close to but no
longer pressed against him. At my side, his head sank down to the
unforgiving wooden plank wall of the barn. We stayed like that in the
darkness, my heart pounding in my chest, his heat and massive form so
near but each second pulling us further apart.
    I ached, missed, longed
for his touch, but I knew it had to be that way. He could weave a
spell around me, make me forget everything but his hands and tongue.
I’d be moaning and doing anything and everything he wanted, giving
myself up eagerly and entirely into the intense, all-consuming
pleasure. But then morning would come and I’d be even worse off,
even more filled with self-loathing and reproach. I’d have an even
longer road ahead of me to travel before I found the peace and
wholeness I sought, far away from Declan.
    Into the darkness of
the night, he whispered, “Why did you leave me?”
    “I didn’t.” I
shook my head. I couldn’t leave him even if I tried.
    “You did,” he
insisted. “Is it Bruce?”
    “What?” I couldn’t
make sense of his words. Did he mean Bruce from high school? Newly
divorced Bruce who interested me about as much as Lymon Culpepper?
    “Who did you leave me
for?” he continued, rifling his hand through his hair, tortured,
his massive frame silhouetted against the barn walls.
    “Declan, I can’t do
this. You need to leave.” He had other women in his life. Why
didn’t he go to them instead of torturing me? I straightened my
skirt and smoothed my tank top down over my breasts. I needed my
clothing, literal, physical barriers helping me put up even more
distance between us.
    “Kara.” The pain in
his low, throaty voice nearly made me double over. I hated hurting
him so much. But I had to remember what I’d seen and who he really
was. My hands, voice, body, everything shook as I walked over to the
barn entrance. I placed some space between us before I turned to face
him.
    “It’s Bruce, isn’t
it?” he asked, tortured, hand up to his hair as if to pull it out.
    “Declan, please! Why
are you doing this to me?” Tears sprung fresh to my eyes and I
brought my face to my hands.
    “Just tell me who it
is. I need to know.”
    “It’s not Bruce!”
I yelled, frustrated with his fixation. “I sold the ranch to some
creepy guy.”
    “Who?” His eyes
glittered with rage.
    “Why does it matter?”
    “Who did you sell it
to?” He took a step closer.
    “His name is Lymon
Culpepper.”
    “Lymon