All Chapters of Bound by Revenge, Saved by Love: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Maximilian “Naomi?” I say as I move closer to her. She’s still standing by the door. We barely walked into the room.She doesn’t say a word. I reach her and place a hand on her shoulder. Still, her head is low and she’s crying, devastated. I noticed her chance in demeanor as soon as we got there. Then again, she hasn’t really been herself for a few days now. I know something is wrong. I can sense it. But it seems she’s stubborn and determined not to tell me what it is. Not that I asked her. I’ve already realized that with her, it’s not about force and demands. I can’t make her tell me anything she doesn’t want to. She’ll have to do it on her own time. The most I can do is try to be as supportive as I can while she figures things out. “Do you want to go home?” I ask right away, because maybe that’s what the problem is. I knew inviting her here was a risky move. I thought she’d say no and was surprised when she said yes. But maybe she’s regretting it now. Would she be that upset ab

AdaI moan his name as he shifts his attention to the other breast, and my fingers curl in his hair.Max circles his tongue around my nipples before flicking the nub with the tip of his tongue. My nipples have always been sensitive, and desire pools between my legs with every flick of his tongue. He then gently sucks the fleshy part of my breasts into his mouth before sinking his teeth into them. “So perfect,” he murmurs against my skin. He kisses his way down the curve of my belly, taking his time while I squirm under his touch. It feels like my whole body is on fire and by God, I never thought that I would get to this point. That I would feel this way. That being with him so intimately would be the answer to so many of my problems. It’s so freeing. So amazing. I’ve never felt this adored in all my life. When he reaches my center, he places a kiss to my mound before giving me a mischievous look. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of my panties and pulls them down my legs. He t

AdaThe whole of Sunday is hell for me. I want to tell him. I want to tell him the truth so damn badly. The trip has come to an end and I haven’t uttered a word about it. Max asked me to be his girlfriend. How amazing is that? I never thought he’d ask such a thing. I never planned for things to get this far even though I myself knew I wanted him. That I couldn’t stay away so easily. But now things have gone too far and I’ve missed the chance to make things right without causing any scars. There are times when I find myself thinking that he won’t be upset. He’ll understand. Max loves me, and I love him, and together we can make this work. Isn’t that what he told me? Other times, I’m sure that my confession will ruin what we have, and I’m afraid of that happening. I want so badly to get it done and over with. But with every kiss and every touch, things get more and more complicated. Even now, in the car, I have a perfect chance to tell him. But his hand is resting on my thigh and h

Ada In the morning, I wake up with a horrible feeling in my gut. I won't even begin trying to figure out why that is because there's a reason for it, and I know that. Today is the day. It has arrived. I'm going to tell Max the truth and there's nothing that can stop me. Only myself. And I won't do that because I'm tired of living like this. I'm tired. I get ready and make it to the kitchen to have at least a cup of coffee before I go about my day. I don't want to do this on an empty stomach. When I get to the living room, the horrible feeling stirring in me worsens because I see an envelope on the floor near the door. Another one? I walk toward it slowly, almost like I'm afraid that it'll jump up and hurt me in some way. I pick up the envelope and carry it to the kitchen. I open it and sure enough, there's a note inside. It's similar to the one I got the other night and I just scrunch it up in hand and toss the damned thing in the bin. What the hell is this?Wes has crossed th

Ada The feel of my mother’s soothing fingers on my scalp is heavenly. “Shh,” she says, moving them in circular motions. “It’s going to be okay, my love. It’ll be fine.”I sniffle. I’ve lost track of time. I don’t know how long I’ve been crying. My eyes feel heavy and hot. They’re sore from all the crying and my eyelids are swollen. My nose is raw from all the rubbing, but the pain I feel is inconsequential compared to the one breaking me apart from the inside. I’m devastated. “I didn’t know things got to this point, darling,” she says to me. I hear chiding in her tone. “You didn’t tell us a single thing.”I don’t answer her because I’m upset already and if I say something, I’ll just get angrier. I don’t want to argue with the one person who’s offering me comfort right now. It’s not right. It’s not fair. But if she keeps on saying these things, I’ll explode. Because, for starters, what does she mean by ‘us’? Why do I have to tell Harry and Damson every single damn aspect about my