Page 23 of Awakened by Sin

“Last night, when that guy came to execute Nora, I fought back.” She stroked his face and stared into his eyes, trying to get through to him, to make him understand. “I want to live.”

Her words hung in the air between them. He stared at her, lips parted as his lungs worked double time. His face was drawn with need, but his eyes were still calculating. She leaned forward, drawn to that delectable mouth and taste she couldn’t get enough of.

“I’ve been sleepwalking,” she said against his lips and looked into his eyes. “Wake me up, Marcus.”

He stared at her as still as a statue. The fact that he was resisting made her want him even more. He was trying to be honorable, and she liked it even though it was getting in her way. It was rare to find a man who would resist the chance to get laid.

“Don’t you want me?” she whispered and kissed a line down his throat, unbuttoning his shirt along the way.

“Carmen.” His voice sounded strangled, but he didn’t stop her.

She nuzzled the hollow of his throat and ran her tongue along the smooth line of his throat. His shudder of pleasure and the feel of his hands digging into her hips made her smile. He wasn’t going to make a move this time. This seduction was up to her. She mentally licked her lips in anticipation as she unbuttoned his shirt and viewed her gift in all its masculine glory. He was lean and cut just right.

“You’ve been training with Gavin in the ring?” she asked absently as she ran her hands over his abs.

Stomach muscles rippled. “Yeah.”

“It looks good on you,” she said as she ran her hands over his pecs and hard nipples.

He flinched. One of his hands moved from her hip to her ass, and she froze, waiting for a smack. His hand kneaded and then stopped. He closed his eyes as if searching for the strength to push her away.

The tables were turned, and now she would be the one to make the moves. Her conscience was curiously silent. There was a time for mourning, and hers officially ended last night. She was going after what she wanted, and the first thing on her list was Marcus Fletcher.

When she started to slip off his lap, his eyes opened. He didn’t say a thing, but the hand on her ass flexed. He thought she was backing out. She saw reason and lust battle before his hand disappeared. He had more control than any man she had ever met, and she would enjoy breaking him. His eyes glowed with temper as she knelt in front of him. She sat there for a moment, staring at him. His hands flexed at his sides as he waited.

Her heart beat in time with the ticking clock. She savored the mix of elation, excitement, and anticipation rushing through her. She settled her hands on his knees and smiled when he tensed. She ran her hands up his thighs, and he jolted.

“Carmen.”

Her name growled in that sexy voice was music to her ears. After running for her life, she was in the mood to play with fire, and Marcus was the perfect partner. She reached for his belt and kept eye contact as she unbuckled it and pulled down his zipper.

“What are you doing?”

He had Black Calvin Klein briefs with that white elastic band against a toned stomach. She had to take a breath to calm herself. The space between her legs begged to be filled.

“You went down on me. I think it’s time I repaid the favor,” she said and gripped his cock through his underwear.

A muscle jumped in his jaw. “Carmen, if you back out this time—”

“I won’t,” she promised.

She hooked her fingers into his slacks and briefs. He lifted his hips so she could drag them down and tossed the two guns to the side. He shuddered as she ran her nails down his muscled thighs. She teased him by panting over the engorged tip. He bared his teeth and shifted, brushing his dick against her lips. When she gripped the base of his cock, he bucked. She clucked her tongue and placed kisses all down the length of him to his balls and then licked delicately.

Marcus hissed through his teeth and sank his hand into her hair. “Suck me.”

“Yes, sir,” she said obediently and closed her mouth around him.

She kept eye contact as she played with him. His fist jerked in her hair, sending spikes of pain and pleasure through her. Watching Marcus lose control was one of the hottest things she had ever seen. His stomach muscles flexed as he resisted the urge to move. His breathing was ragged and labored, and his eyes … Those fucking eyes revved her up so much that one of her hands left his shaft and dropped between her own spread thighs.

Marcus yanked her back with a stinging grip in her hair and pushed her. She toppled backward and couldn’t hold back a delighted laugh as he ripped her leggings and sank two fingers inside her. She bucked and gasped when his thumb landed on her clit. She was trembling like a plucked bow. She felt fevered and frantic. Oh. My. God.

“Marcus,” she gasped.

“You’re soaked,” he said harshly.

“I need—” she began but didn’t have to finish.

His mouth landed on hers, and he pushed until she was flat on her back. He ran his penis along her folds, and she clawed his back. He grunted and then slid home all in one motion. She focused on the delicious stretch and sudden fullness. He buried his face in the crook of her neck for a moment.

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