Page 57 of SINS & Lies

Mmm. A moan erupts from my chest thinking of how good she felt. It took a while for her sweet pussy to take three fingers.

God, how tight will she feel riding my cock?

I lick her sinful taste on my lips—utterly addictive. A deep, satisfied moan rumbles low in my chest.

And yet, I’m far from satisfied.

That initial twist of her lips wasn’t pleasure, which pisses me off. Whatever ghost from Kennedy’s past that dared intrude in my bed just gave me another enemy to hunt.

Whoever he is, he’s a dead man walking. And his death will be slow. Ridding him of his skin one agonizing strip at a time will take so long he’ll probably die half-way through it.

I sip my scotch, letting the heat linger as it chases the last of Bella’s essence down my throat. Exterminating whatever vermin inflicted this pain will happen one way or another. But scrubbing every lingering trace of him from Bella’s mind?

That takes more than a thirst for blood and a wet team.

It will take time, and time is the only luxury I don’t have.

Frustrated, I exhale sharply, shifting uncomfortably in my seat.

Despite moving to the main cabin and keeping my ass away from her, the temptation of sinking into her tight sex is too much. My thoughts keep circling back to her like a flock of vultures, starving for more.

Because of all the ways I’ve defiled Bella’s breathtaking body, not once did I do it with my dick.

I flip through my phone, burying myself in absolutely everything except Bella’s slick, tight cunt, and my cock is not happy. Not happy at all.

The damned thing is seconds from tearing out of my slacks like the Hulk.

My jaw clenches. I had her, damn it.

I could’ve fucked her to my heart’s content. Driven myself so deep into heaven, my dick would’ve left with a halo. Fucked Kennedy Luciano right out of my system for good, with a week to spare.

But...I didn’t.

Why?

Because she’s not ready.

I pinch the bridge of my nose, perplexed. Why am I fixated on Bella being ready? Women are always ready.

Always!

And it wasn’t as if I was about to dry-fuck her. That serene geyser between her legs proves she’s more than ready.

Ugh. I wipe a hand down my face. When was the last time I had a woman melting like hot cream in my hands and not had her on all fours, kowtowing to my needy dick?

And my dick definitely has needs. Ask around.

Disgusted, I shake my head. Who am I?

“I’m the one who cured Bella’s fear of flying, that’s who I am,” I mutter angrily to myself.

“Did you say something, Mr. D’Angelo?” The groggy-eyed dog trainer yawns from her seat, though I’m not sure where the dog is. Speaking of which, where’s he supposed to shit?

Scanning the space, I spot a small patch of grass apparently growing out of the floor. I’m not sure how, but okay.

Her gaze holds mine as I nod, her smile growing weirder by the second.

My phone lights up with an incoming call.

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