Sylvia Day

One with You

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FROM #1 INTERNATIONAL BESTSELLING AUTHOR SYLVIA DAY The final chapter in the global blockbuster Crossfire quintet
Gideon Cross. Falling in love with him was the easiest thing I've ever done. It happened instantly. Completely. Irrevocably.
Marrying him was a dream come true. Staying married to him is the fight of my life. Love transforms. Ours is both a refuge from the storm and the most violent of tempests. Two damaged souls entwined as one.
We have bared our deepest, ugliest secrets to one another. Gideon is the mirror that reflects all my flaws … and all the beauty I couldn't see. He has given me everything. Now, I must prove I can be the rock, the shelter for him that he is for me. Together, we could stand against those who work so viciously to come between us.
But our greatest battle may lie within the very vows that give us strength. Committing to love was only the beginning. Fighting for it will either set us free…
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  • Marian Alexiahas quoted2 years ago
    “How would I know that?” she whispered, her eyes so strikingly blue in her pale face.

    “You knew,” I said flatly. “I remember your face afterward, when you told me Hugh wasn’t coming back and to never bring it up again. You could barely look at me, but when you did, I saw it in your eyes.”

    I looked at Eva. She was crying, with her arms wrapped tight around herself. My eyes stung, but she was the one who wept for me.

    “Did you think Chris would leave you?” I wondered aloud. “Did you think it was too much for your new family to take? For years, I thought you told him—I heard you mention Dr. Lucas to him—but Chris didn’t know. Tell me what reason a wife would have to keep something like that from her husband.”

    My mother didn’t speak, just shook her head over and over, as if that silent denial answered everything.

    My fist hit my desk, rattling everything on top of it. “Say something!”

    “You’re wrong. Wrong. It’s all twisted up for you. You don’t…” She shook her head again. “It didn’t happen that way. You’re confused…”

    Eva stared at my mother’s back with a visible, heated rage. Loathing tightened her mouth and jaw. It hit me then that I could let her carry that burden for me. I had to put it down. I didn’t need it anymore. Didn’t want it.

    I had done the same for her in a different sense, with Nathan. The action I’d taken had chased the shadows from her eyes. They lived in me now, as they should. She’d been haunted by them long enough.

    My chest expanded on a deep, slow breath. When I let it out, all the anger and disgust went with it. I stood there for a long moment, absorbing the dizzying lightness I felt. There was grief, a profound anguish that burned in my chest. And resignation. A clarifying, terrible acceptance. But it weighed on me so much less than the desperate hope I’d harbored: that one day my mother would love me enough to accept the truth.

    That hope was dead.

    I cleared my throat. “Let’s end this. I won’t be going to see Corinne. And I won’t apologize for telling the truth. I’m done with that.”

    My mother didn’t move for a long moment.

    Then she turned away from me without a word and walked to the door. A moment more and she was gone, lost on the other side of the frosted glass.

    I looked at Eva. She started toward me and I went to her, rounding my desk to meet her partway. She hugged me so tightly I could hardly breathe.

    But I didn’t need air. I had her.
  • Marian Alexiahas quoted2 years ago
    I hit the controls to opaque the glass. “You don’t get to lecture me about inflicting pain or feeling disappointed, Mother.”

    Her head snapped back as if I’d slapped her face. “Don’t take that tone with me.”

    “You knew what was done to me. And you did nothing.”

    “We’re not talking about this again.” She slashed her hand through the air.

    “When have we ever talked about it?” I bit out. “I told you, but at no point were you open to discussing it.”

    “Don’t make this my fault!”

    “I was raped.”

    The words lashed out and hung in the air, sharp as a blade and raw.

    My mother jerked back.

    Eva reached blindly for the doorjamb and gripped it hard.

    Taking a deep breath to regain a modicum of control, I drew strength from my wife’s presence. “I was raped,” I said again, my voice calmer. Steadier. “For close to a year, every week. A man you invited into your home fondled me. Sodomized me. Over and over again.”

    “Don’t.” She breathed harshly, her chest heaving. “Don’t say those ugly, awful things.”

    “It happened. Repeatedly. While you were only a few rooms away. He’d be nearly panting with excitement when he showed up. He’d stare at me with this sick gleam in his eyes. And you couldn’t see it. Refused to see it.”

    “That’s a lie!”

    Fury burned through me, made me restless with the need to move. But I held my ground, my gaze moving to Eva. This time, she nodded at me.

    “What’s the lie, Mother? That I was raped? Or that you chose to ignore it?”

    “Stop saying that!” she snapped, straightening. “I took you to be examined. I tried to find the proof—”

    “Because my word wasn’t enough?”

    “You were a disturbed child! You lied about everything. Anything. The most obvious things.”

    “That gave me some control! I had no power over anything in my life—aside from the words that came out of my mouth.”

    “And I was supposed to just magically divine what was truth and what was a lie?” She leaned forward, taking the offensive. “You were seen by two doctors. You wouldn’t let the one anywhere near you—”

    “And have another man touch me there? Can you even grasp how terrifying that thought was to me?”

    “You let Dr. Lucas—”

    “Ah, yes. Dr. Lucas.” I smiled coldly. “Where did you get his name, Mother? From the man molesting me? Or from your doctor, who was overseeing his dissertation? Either way, he steered you right toward his brother-in-law, knowing the well-respected Dr. Lucas would say anything to protect the reputation of his family.”

    She recoiled, stumbling back until she bumped into the chair behind her.

    “He sedated me,” I went on, remembering it still. The prick of the needle. The cold table. The shame as he poked and prodded a part of my body that made me tremble with revulsion. “He examined me. Then he lied.”
  • Marian Alexiahas quoted2 years ago
    What would they think if they knew that deep inside her, she was still creamy with my cum? That her nipples were tender from the suction of my mouth and the plump lips of her perfect little cunt were swollen from the friction of my cock sliding through them?

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