Page 112 of Manacled Hearts

“Evie, please stop me from doing thi—”

“No,” she says it before I even finish the sentence.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’ve already been hurt, Finnigan. You’ll be the one to wipe away those memories from my body.”

Fuck.

I can’t bear the thought of Bartiste having touched her, broken her, and marred her flesh and mind with his filth. Evelyn Shaw is mine, and I won’t allow the memory of another man to ruin her.

When I press my lips to her now, she sighs and mewls into them, feeling the surrender in my touch.

I can’t stop myself. I don’t want to anymore.

She wraps her legs around my hips, her pretty cunt pressing against my cock, and I know there’s no escape for me. The need to be inside of her prevails over my conscience.

I pull away and reach for my nightstand drawer, finding a condom and ripping the packet with my teeth. I keep waiting for the moment she’ll scream me off and tell me she’s changed her mind, but it never comes. Even as I sit back on my haunches and roll the rubber over my aching cock, her curious gaze roams over my body, but it’s the way she gently bites the side of her bottom lip that turns it lustful.

And yet, she still doesn’t change her mind.

When I sink two fingers in her aching, tight cunt, just because I find a twisted comfort in the feel of her, she arches her back and presses into me, seeking more.

And still… she doesn’t say no.

So I lean over her, braced on one arm as I look into her silver eyes exploding in a gold ray in the center, and drag the tip of my cock down the warm seam of her pussy until I reach the spot that makes her tense the most.

“One last chance, Evie darling.”

She grabs me by the sides of my neck, demanding my attention as she holds me into her hypnotic gaze.

“I’ll take my chance on you. Fuck me, Finnigan!” And on that sultry, breathy voice, her legs tighten around my hips and with a jolt, she presses me into her, urging me to take what she so willingly offers, stunning the hell out of me.

I let go of my reservations, but my eyes threaten to roll into the back of my head at the vice-like tightness of her. As I groan at the confusing, ridiculous pleasure skirting at the edge of pain, she squeals and stills, nails digging too hard into my back as her whole body goes rigid.

“Evie…” I whisper, my mouth falling open as my mind plays through the myriad of sensations and thoughts.

What the fuck?

I knew she was tight, but this is too much. She’s too tight.

Her eyes are wide, her breathing quick and shallow, and her mouth fallen open on a silent scream. The shock turns to confusion, then surprise.

Oh my god! My thoughts are catching up to hers.

“Evie darling, I thought… Are you still a virgin?”

CHAPTER 26

EVELYN

Am I still a virgin?

My mind is reeling, trying to find the answer. None comes because I don’t know what the truth is anymore.

Your body knows, Evelyn.

The sharp pain that tore through me is the answer. The harsh flex of my muscles, my straining lungs, the foreign, aching fullness inside of me, they’re all answers. If those aren’t enough, Finnigan’s gaze, growing increasingly more alarmed, is a definite tell.

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