Page 101 of Snitches and Serpents

I tilt my head back down and meet his gaze. But I can barely keep my vision from sliding out of focus as the tension inside me pulses faster. Blinking, I finally manage to focus on his dangerously handsome face.

He smiles. “Good girl.”

Release crashes over me.

Air flood my lungs once more as Tristan allows me to breathe again while he continues fucking me through the orgasm. My clit throbs and my pussy tightens around his cock. Pleasure streaks like lightning through my body.

Then release slams into Tristan as well, and my heart suddenly feels so full that I don’t know what to do with myself. Pleasure floods his features while a dark moan rips from his lungs. I savor the sight of it. The sound of it. The feeling of it. Savor this perfectly imperfect moment that fills my soul with light.

He leans down, resting his forehead against mine.

Our chests heave.

I breathe in the intoxicating scent of him.

He brushes a gentle kiss over my lips. Then he straightens and pulls out.

The sudden emptiness it leaves inside me is almost painful.

Tristan flashes me a devilish smile. “Oh, you didn’t think I was done yet, now did you?”

Sliding an arm under my ass, he lifts me off the desk and carries me towards his bed. I let out a small yelp as he tosses me down on it.

Untangling myself from my own limbs, I twist around so that I can look up at him where he has moved up behind me. His eyes gleam as he stares down at me. Desire still burns in his eyes.

“Get on your hands and knees, sweetheart,” he orders.

A thrill ripples down my spine. With my heart pounding in my chest, I position myself the way he commanded.

He lets out a hum of approval. “Perfect.”

I gasp as he gives my ass a firm slap. And when he speaks one last word, his voice is full of dark possessiveness.

“Mine.”

34

TRISTAN

My heart beats so hard in my chest that I think it’s going to bruise some of my ribs. Elle’s warm, naked body is pressed against my side. Her arm is resting on my chest, her fingers gently tracing the tattoos there.

I hold her tightly, my arm around her soft body. My mind is a mess and my heart is even worse.

Fucking hell, I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore. Part of me still hasn’t been able to fully get over the fact that she destroyed my future and forced me to sell myself into Bracken’s debt. But the other part of me, the vast majority which includes all of my heart, now also knows that I can’t live without her.

The very thought of continuing on with my life and never seeing her again makes me physically ill. And the thought of her sharing her life with someone other than me makes me want to murder someone. Preferably the entitled son of a bitch who would dare to touch what’s mine.

I tighten my arm around her, holding her possessively.

Why does everything have to be so fucking complicated? Why couldn’t this just be a normal relationship?

My heart stutters as the answer blows through my brain.

Because then, if it were a perfect normal relationship, it wouldn’t be us.

“Back down there in your basement,” Elle suddenly says, startling me out of my tangled thoughts. “You said that sorry doesn’t fix anything.”

Pain slices through my chest at the reminder.

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