Chapter 92

For some reason, she believed him, even though she had no reason to do so.

And when she raised her hand and let her fingers wrap around his neck, he froze for a second before letting out a low rumble against her ear, a sound that resembled a chuckle and a purr at the same time.

But then he let her go, and before she knew it, his eyes met hers again, his hand around her wrist in an iron grip, almost making it painful as he pulled her in for one final kiss, one final touch of lips, one final look at what it would have been like.

When he pulled back, he spoke into the air between them, as if he knew he wouldn’t have another chance to say the words again.

“I can be kind, Elena, but make no mistake. I’m not a man who has a heart. As long as you do as I say, as long as you accept me and this marriage, nothing will come to that precious little boy. You have my word.”

He said that. But it did nothing to dispel the anger and frustration within her. If anything, it only added to it. Elena could