Free Tamed: A Kinky Adult Fairy Tale (Bedding the Bad Girl Book 2) by Callie Wild Page A

security system while they were at it. If she didn’t feel ready to forgive him and move back into his place on a permanent basis, he at least wanted her to be safe.
    He cursed as he flicked on the lights, the anger and fear coursing through him making him want to smash a fist through the nearest wall.
    She was gone. Everything was gone.
    The walls were bare and her furniture missing. Nothing remained except the faint hint of her perfume. That trace of scent made him want to break down, to cry and rage like a man who wasn’t capable of using his mind to discern what was best for him. He was a man in love, who had realized too late what an idiot he’d been.
    Now he might have lost the woman who was his perfect match, the only woman he couldn’t live without. His knees hit the floor and his head fell into his hands.
    Her voice sounded from the doorway a moment later. “How did you get into my apartment?”
    “Katarina?” He lifted his head, eyes seeking hers.
    She looked beautiful, as always, but tired. Her small frame was loaded down with two overstuffed duffel bags and she was pulling a suitcase that probably weighed more than she did.
    His shoulders sagged with relief. “You came back.”
    “I did I…” She trailed off with a scowl. “How did you get in here?”
    “I broke in, I’m sorry.”
    She absorbed this information with a guarded look. “Why are you kneeling in the middle of my floor?”
    He stood, crossing the room to silence her with his lips on hers. After a moment she relaxed into the kiss, sending a wave of relief coursing through his chest.
    She tasted better than ever. Her lips parted and her tongue stroked against his as he tossed her bags to the floor and slammed the door behind her. He slanted his mouth against hers, doing his best to show her how relieved he was to have this chance as he pulled her down to the carpet and tore at the buttons on her coat.
    “Wait!” She pulled away, but continued to undo her buttons, an action that encouraged him.
    “I was an asshole, forgive me,” he begged, more than willing to admit he had been wrong. He would confess to all of his sins and kiss her toes in supplication. He would lie down and take fifty lashes if that was what it took for her to give him another chance.
    “Why? Because you were scared?” She slipped her coat from her shoulders, sitting back on her heels as she slowly worked at the buttons on her pale green shirt. It was the same shirt she’d been wearing the first time he had been lucky enough to get a taste of her passion and it made him even more eager to see the beautiful woman beneath it.
    “I was scared,” he confessed. “I thought I was scared of you, of the things you had done in your past but—”
    “But you were the one who said the past didn’t matter, Serge!” She sucked in a ragged breath as she began to work her buttons in the opposite direction, hastily concealing her lacy white bra. “You’re the one who convinced me I wasn’t that person anymore. Now you tell me that you weren’t buying your own line of bullshit?”
    “Wait!” He pulled her to him, stilling her hands with his.
    “Why are you even here? Were you afraid I was going to send a hit man after you, too?” Tears welled in her eyes.
    Serge had never seen Kat cry, and he hated himself for hurting her.
    “No, of course not. I realized the truth. I realized that I was afraid that you would keep me guessing and I’d never be sure our lives were proceeding according to plan.” He pleaded with her, tightening his grip on her wrists, refusing to let her go until she understood what he was trying to say. “But I was a fool and a coward. Can you forgive me?”
    “A predictable woman wouldn’t have made you feel the way I made you feel.” Her tone was strong, but her eyes still held a trace of doubt.
    It was his fault that there was any reason for doubt. He was a miserable failure at making-up. He had to find a way to let her know how much she meant