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139 pages, Kindle Edition
Published February 1, 2024
I didn’t want to think about how Orion Knight had gotten so good at eating pussy, but there was no denying that the man knew what he was doing down there. The more that Orion ate me out, the easier it was to tell that he enjoyed this part of sex. Orion Knight was a pleaser, and he was good at it.🤢🤢
“The truth hurt? Are you so used to pretending to be a good girl that you’re afraid to acknowledge what you really are?” Though off topic, I felt like I needed to defend women against his kind. “So, it’s okay for athletes to run around and screw whoever they want, but still be revered as gods? Yet, those same women that they’re notching on their bedposts are whores for it? What makes you guys so much better than the women that you bed? If they’re trash, then you’re no better than the dirty trash can next to them.”
“Oh, so he’s special,” he remarked, his voice sounding like ice. “Well, I guess that changes things.” I could feel my heart in my throat. “Or is he special like me? Did he get to fuck you up against the wall on your first date? Was it even a date? Did you make him work as hard as me, or was he lucky enough to know that you were a whore beforehand?” Orion took two steps towards me. “If it’s any consolation, he was very complimentary about your dick sucking skills. Said you’re the best, in fact.”
“Get out of my house,” I repeated. “Gladly,” he sneered. “The only saving grace in this entire shitshow is that I hadn’t been so far gone for you that I had ditched the condoms.” His eyes raked me up and down, and there was no doubt that Orion Knight loathed me right now. “There’s no telling what cesspool is happening between those legs of yours, though Cap was right; you are the perfect dirty fuck.” “Get. Out,” I hissed, hurt beyond words. “Get out and never contact me again.” He let out a dark laugh. “Because I’d want to?” He stepped to me, eyeing me with disgust again. “Baby, you might have been a good fuck, but there’s better out there. After all, that’s your guys’ specialty, isn’t it? It’s like you gutter groupies train for this shit.”
Sinclair had asked me to let her explain, but in the whirlwind of feeling hurt and betrayed, I had shut her down, spewing the most vicious accusations at her. I had accused her of being a liar, a gutter groupie, and even asking which of my teammates had double-teamed her.
“Ah, so you’re here because you heard the truth,” I surmised. “You’re not here because you realized that you were wrong about my character, you’re here because someone told you about how I dated Cap back in college, and then all the little puzzle pieces clicked into place for you.” “I can’t erase the past,” he said, ignoring me. “All I can do is admit that I was wrong, tell you how sorry I am, and ask you to give me another chance.” “Another chance to do what, exactly?” I scoffed. “Accuse me of being a whore? Accuse me of letting your teammates doubleteam me? Accuse me of being a gutter groupie?”
“Don’t do this,” he begged. “Let me make this right.” “I will never date another athlete, Orion,” I told him, no truer words ever spoken. “I will never date someone whose life is bigger than mine, so he will always be more important than me.” My voice cracked at the end, but I didn’t care. “I’m going to date men that have simple lives and don’t offer what they can’t handle. My husband is going to have a regular job, come home to a regular wife, and help raise regular kids. And, yeah, our lives might be boring and mundane, but when he gets into bed each night and pulls me into his arms, I’ll feel safe. That’s what he’ll do for me, and it’ll mean more to me than all the Orion Knights and Cap Aldriches of the world.” There was a tick in his jaw, his anger shining through, but what could he say? I was done getting my heart broken. I was done taking chances with my love; it deserved better than that. I deserved better than that. “I love you,” he said, and I wanted to hit him. I wanted to unleash all my hurt on him.
“I love you,” he repeated. “Apart from my sister, I’ve never said those words to another woman.” “You don’t get points for that, Orion,” I told him. “Saying those words isn’t a get-out of- jail-free card. Especially, when your actions say the very opposite.” “I was wrong. I made a mistake,” he replied. “Are you so perfect that you can’t forgive someone that makes a mistake?” “Is that what you’re looking for? My forgiveness?” I challenged. “Because I can send you a text when God gets me there. However, it’s the second chance that I will not be giving you.”
“I love you enough for the both of us, and if I have to beg you on my knees, then I will,” I went on. “I never should have doubted you, and I’m so fucking sorry for that, baby. I swear to God, I am.” I reached up to cup her face because I couldn’t not touch her. “But I am not going to just let you dump me like you’re not the best thing to ever happen to me. If you won’t date athletes, then I won’t be one.”
“I know I fucked up,” he said, making his way towards me, no longer satisfied standing on the other side of the room. “I know that I should have trusted you, or at the very least, let you explain what Aldrich had been talking about. I know that, Sinclair.” “Do you?” I asked, my hurt feelings resurfacing. “You can apologize all you want, but that doesn’t erase all those horrible things that you said to me.” His face fell, but this was too important to weaken now. “Is that what I can expect whenever you get pissed off?” “No,” he said vehemently. “No. I swear it.”
“I haven’t even forgiven you, Orion. I don’t even know if I can.” “I don’t care!” he roared, releasing me before taking a step back. “I don’t fucking care if you forgive me or not. I just need you with me. You can hate me every fucking day of our marriage as long as you’re mine. That’s all I want, Sinclair.” Looking him in the eye, I told him the absolute truth of the matter. “I don’t trust you, Orion.” I watched as he closed his eyes in defeat. “I’m attracted to you, and I even care for you. More than I should, if I’m being completely honest. But I don’t trust you, and what kind of relationship would that be?"
“I love you, Sinclair,” he said. “I know it like I know my own name. I just need one chance to prove it to you. I need only one chance, because I will never hurt you again. I swear it on my life.” “I can’t take that chance-” “Yes, you can,” he insisted. “You can because, deep down, you know that I’m nothing like Aldrich. You know that there’ll never be anyone else for me. You’re it, Sinclair. You were it the moment we met.”
“It’s my job to make sure that you never develop feelings for any other man but me.” “By beating up every guy that talks to me?” “No,” I drawled out. “By proving to you that no one will ever love you as much as I do. By proving to you that no one else will ever treat you as well as I do. By being the goddamn hero in your story.”

