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The tears Vicki had been holding back slipped out.
They spilled down her cheeks. She wiped at the drops as her friend’s arms
banded around her.

“I don’t want to leave you, Zoe. I love you. You’re
my best friend, but I can’t stay here. I can’t.”

Sobs echoed around the room. Zoe held her as she let
her sanity go. For several minutes nothing else
mattered
other than being comforted by her friend.

When her emotional outburst was over, Vicki
collapsed on the floor with Zoe holding onto her.

“I lost everything.”

“No, you didn’t. You’re young.” Zoe pushed the hair
off her face. Vicki looked at her friend who had once been so scared to live.
Zoe was strong. Her men gave her the power to live life. Vicki saw it day after
day. Where Zoe lived her life, Vicki felt like her life was dying. “Your life
is not over. I swear. If you need to get out of town and live away from here
then I’ll live with it. You better write and not email. I can’t accept email.”

Vicki laughed. Zoe hated technical equipment, and it
took everything to get her to have a cell phone.

“I will. I promise.”

There was a knock at the door.

“That’s probably Connor. I swear that man doesn’t
know how to wait.” With Zoe pregnant her men were more protective than usual.

Vicki followed behind her wiping at the tears on her
cheeks.

“Are you okay?” Zoe asked.

“I’m fine. I wish you could stay a little longer.”

“My men won’t let me have two minutes’ peace let
alone stay the night.” Zoe opened the door, and Vicki gasped. Tristan stood
with his fist raised to knock at the door. “You’re not Connor.” Zoe folded her
arms over her chest.

“I’m here to see Vicki.”

“What the fuck for?” Zoe asked.

With Zoe being in the foster care system she’d never
gotten over her dislike of law enforcement.

“Don’t take that tone with me,” Tristan said. His
hands moved on either side of the door.

“Don’t talk to my fucking woman like that.” Connor
pulled the man out of the way. Zoe’s man stood like an angry beast ready to do
battle.

“You can’t do that,” Vicki said, worried in case Tristan
started arresting her friends.

“He’s not wearing his
complete
Sheriff’s uniform. No one talks to my woman like that, not
even him. How are you doing, Vicki?” Connor asked, leaning against the door.

Tristan stood. The anger displayed on his face was
clear to see. Not wanting anymore trouble, Vicki waved the others away.

“Are you going to be okay?” Zoe asked.

She smiled and nodded at her friends. “I’ll call
when he’s gone.”

They left but glared at Tristan on the way down her
front driveway. Turning back to the man in question, Vicki saw the
determination on his face.

Chapter
Three

 

Tristan waited for the others to leave. He could
have ended Connor easily, and the bastard knew it. Connor also knew he wouldn’t
do anything to hurt him in front of the women. Turning back to Vicki he was
struck by how much weight she’d lost and the red of her eyes. His woman had
been crying.

Stepping up close he was shocked when she took a
step back. He frowned.

“What do you want?” she asked. She wasn’t looking
into his eyes but at some point at his chest.

“I need to talk to you.”

“I believe we’ve spoken enough to last us a
lifetime.” Vicki made to shut the door on him. He pressed his foot in the gap
stopping the door.

“Why are you leaving Law Castle?” he asked.

“How do you know?”

“Stefan likes to gossip. You should never talk to
that man.” Seeing as she didn’t deny the claim Tristan owed the other man.
Vicki would have left Law Castle and he’d be alone.
Always
alone.

You’re
married and still alone.

“Can I come in?” he asked.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

He held his hands up in surrender. “I only want to
talk.”

She nibbled her lip. There was a time he devoured
her lips in an effort to stop her nibbling. The action showed her nerves, and
he hated her being nervous around him. He cared about her, and he hated the
thought of hurting her.

You’ve
already hurt her, asshole.

Vicki took a step away and allowed him to enter.

Once the door was closed she led him into her living
room. He watched as she swiped the bottle of red wine and drank from the
bottle. When they’d been together she’d never drunk a drop of alcohol.

“I’ve drove you to drink?” he asked.

“No. Telling Zoe I was leaving was a lot harder than
I thought. She’s my friend.”

“Why are you leaving?”

Vicki took a seat on the far end of the sofa. Her
body was
wound
so tight he wondered if she’d snap
under the slightest pressure.

He didn’t like how thin she was. The dress hung off
her body. He remembered the dress had once moulded to every curve she possessed.

“It’s time I moved on. My parents don’t like how I’m
turning out. They think a fresh start would be good for me.” Vicki started
peeling the sticker from the wine bottle.

The urge to grab the bottle from her and pour the
contents down the sink was strong.

You
haven’t got that right any more.

Did he ever have that right? When they were
together, even without the sex, they’d connected. Their age gap never was an
issue, and now he felt at odds. He didn’t know what to say or do.

He was a fucking Dom and Vicki a submissive. The
first time he’d seen her he knew. They’d explored some spanking and light
bondage together but never actually delved into a true relationship.

Because
you pushed her away and fucked it up.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“What do you have to be sorry for? You’ve never done
anything wrong. You’re part of law enforcement.” She
sneered
the words, but Tristan wasn’t thinking about that.

“I wish I’d known about the baby.”

Vicki gasped and stood. Her eyes blazed as she
glared at him. “You have got no fucking right to talk to me about
my
baby.”

He stood, crowding over her. Tears fell down her
cheeks as she stared at him.

Vicki was looking him in the eye. “
Don’t
fucking bring anything we had into this. You made it
clear to me we were nothing but a good time.”

Her lips wobbled before she turned away. He saw the
pain on her face. Reaching out, he stroked her shoulders. The need to touch her
was strong. He couldn’t deny himself. Her shoulders felt fragile beneath his
touch.

For a few seconds Vicki allowed him to hold her, and
for a few seconds he found some peace.

Then like all good things reality came crashing down
as Vicki pulled away. “No, I can’t let myself fall for it a second time.”

“Fall for what?” he asked.

“You’re married. You have a wife somewhere and I bet
a couple of fucking kids. If you were married why did you fucking touch me?”
she asked. Her voice rose with each passing second.

Nothing he said could stop the ache inside his
chest.

Vicki shoved him. Tristan didn’t move. After he’d
told her about being married to another woman she hadn’t stayed around to find
out. She ran from him and found every excuse in the book not to be alone with
him. He didn’t blame her. When he’d confessed to being married he’d done so
after she spoke her true feelings for him. He’d known she was in love with him,
and yet he continued on.

For a forty-five year old man he still made
mistakes.

Grabbing her arms, he pulled her in close. The
bottle in her grasp fell to the floor. Staring down into her beautiful,
innocent face, Tristan slammed his lips down on hers. He couldn’t stop. Kissing
her lips, he sank fingers into her hair, pulling her closer. He wanted to drown
in her very scent.

Vicki responded. Her grip tightened on his arms, and
her lips opened, welcoming him inside.

His cock thickened. Moving down to her ass, he
gripped her flesh and brought her closer to him. The contact wasn’t enough.

He tore the clothes away from her body. Seeing her
slenderness concerned him, but he wanted the woman far more. Vicki tugged at
the belt holding his trousers up. She pushed him to the sofa. Without warning
she climbed on top of his lap.

Within no time he sank inside her tight wet heat.

She gasped, and he groaned.

She stared down at him with tears in her eyes. The intimate
moment was gone and replaced by pain.

****

What the hell was she doing? Tristan was married,
and he’d broken her heart. No, not broken. He’d shattered her heart and soul.
She couldn’t eat and rarely slept because of him. She was moving out of Law
Castle to get away from him.

The thick pulse of his shaft felt strange inside
her. He was the only man she’d ever been with.

He’s
married. This is wrong.

She moaned as his hips flexed pushing more of him
inside her. Vicki shook her head, pressing a hand to his covered chest. “Stop,”
she said.

Tristan froze underneath her.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you,” Tristan
said. He stroked her hair. She wished with all of her heart that she didn’t
care.

Shaking her head, Vicki squeezed her eyes closed
tight and then climbed off. Even as his cock left her body she felt branded by
him.

Grabbing the nearest pillow she covered her naked
body.

“You’re married,” she said.

“I know.” He let out a sigh.

Tears fell from her eyes in waves. “Why?” she asked.

“Why what?”
He
fixed his pants placing his cock inside his pants. Tristan didn’t get up to
leave. She didn’t know what was worse, the fact he didn’t or the fact she
didn’t want him to leave.

Great,
now I am a sucker for a guy who likes to hurt me.

“Why are you doing this to me? You’re married, and
you’re here with me. Why can’t you leave me alone?” She needed answers. There
was no way to live with what she’d done without knowing the truth.

Tristan stood, running fingers through his hair. She
saw his muscles bulge, and the tattoos decorating his arms seem to move as if
they had a life of their own.

“It’s a long story,” he said.

Throwing the pillow at him Vicki gave herself over
to the rage inside her.

He caught the pillow before it hit him. Pulling on the
dress he’d torn she sat down on the sofa.

“You’re an asshole. It’s a long story? Don’t you
think I deserve the fucking time to tell it? You fucked me and then brought the
news of a wife to me when I told you how I felt. Now your whole life is a long
story?” She stood and walked towards her kitchen. “You know what, forget it. I
don’t want to know. Get the fuck out of my house. I’m leaving, and I don’t want
to see you again.”

Storming into the kitchen she opened her fridge and
then slammed it closed. Going to the sink she wrung out a cloth in order to
clean the mess the wine had created in her front room.

Tristan’s hands appeared either side of her. He held
a picture of a beautiful woman in a white dress. She’d seen the picture before
when she thought his wife was a joke.

“You know I’m a dominant man. I’m a Dom, and I like
to be in control.”

He’d been honest with her about his nature. They’d
explored some spanking, and he’d even tied her up a time or two, nothing too
heavy or scary.

“Yes. You trained in the city under someone. I can’t
remember.”

“William Johnson. Remember I told you he moved to
Cape Falls to start a new club?” She remembered but had never met the owner who
trained him. Tristan when he spoke of his
past,
talked
very highly of William.

“Well, he started out my training, and then I moved
on to something deeper. My wife, Kate, needed something more.” She saw him grit
his teeth as he spoke the words. “Kate and I didn’t have a loving relationship.
We had a mutual understanding with each other. I liked to control, and she
liked pain.”

Vicki frowned. “Kate?
Your wife?”

“Yes. She loved pain. Nothing I ever did was enough
for her. She always wanted more.”

His hands tightened on the counter. “I’ve never told
anyone this, not even William.”

From what she recalled apart from knowing where the
other man lived, Tristan hadn’t been in touch with the other man.

Staring at the picture she was shocked to think of
the woman craving pain.

Turning around in his arms, Vicki stared into his
eyes. “Why are you telling me this?” she asked.

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