Page 66 of Awakened by Sin

“Holy shit. Marcus, I—”

He gripped her hips and began to move her on him. Hard, grinding thrusts that made her kick and jerk. She was flat on her back with her legs splayed wide on either side of him. The contrast of cold marble beneath her bare back, the soft material of his slacks under her ass, and the heel of his hand which landed on top of her pussy and began to apply pressure made her crazy. She tried to lever her ass up so she could hit the right spot and bring it home, but he wasn’t allowing it. He was toying with her, controlling her.

“Marcus, I swear I’m going to—” she began hoarsely, but a hard thrust made her clamp her mouth shut.

He hit that spot again, and she screamed. The door opened, and she closed her eyes against the flood of bright light.

“Holy fuck!”

Marcus hauled her up to straddle his lap. “Get the fuck out and close the door.”

Carmen was too far gone to care about their audience. She wrapped her arms around him and kept riding him, so lost in her high that nothing would stop her.

“I’ll pay to watch,” the voice tried to bargain.

“Get out.”

“Fuck,” the man grumbled before the door closed, and they were once again locked in semi-darkness.

“I’m going to bring it home,” she said and launched herself at him so he tipped backward. She didn’t pause to savor the sight of Marcus Fletcher splayed out beneath her, hair a mess, clothes in disarray. She was too hungry. She braced her hands on his chest and began to move. She tipped her head back as she rode him, seeking her pleasure.

He yanked her down so her hands were braced on either side of his head. He latched onto her breast through the thin material and bit. She cupped the back of his head, holding him to her as she fucked him. He bucked beneath her, going deeper than she believed possible. She swiveled her hips and had the pleasure of watching his eyes roll and then flutter shut.

“I-I can’t,” he said through clenched teeth.

He didn’t have to because she was already there. She pumped her hips, impaling herself on him and moaned as she fell headlong into one of the most intense orgasms she ever experienced. His groan echoed in the small space. He gripped her ass and rocked her on him, and she hissed through her teeth.

“You’re going to kill me,” he puffed.

She laughed weakly as she slumped on top of him. “You’re a wonderful man, Marcus Fletcher.”

Her body was one throbbing mess, but she didn’t care. If anyone walked in, they’d have no doubt what they’d been doing, but they were both fully clothed, which made the whole encounter that much more titillating.

All worries faded into the ether. Those dark emotions clawing at her throat, threatening to drag her under, were banished for the moment. She basked in the glow. Her body ached from the pounding she took, but it was worth it.

Someone hit the door, making them both jolt, but the door didn’t open. Raucous, drunken laughter slipped through the door as the assholes continued down the hallway.

“We better get out of here,” Marcus said.

She rolled off him. He slipped off the table and ran his hands through his disheveled hair. He made an attempt to look presentable and turned to her.

“All right?” he asked.

Carmen gave him a lazy smile. “Fabulous.”

He grinned as he dragged her across the table and made her stand. He straightened her clothes.

“How did you end up at this party?” he asked.

“Cormac got me in.”

“Cormac?”

“Cormac Hart.”

Marcus’s brows rose. “The UFC Lightweight Champion?”

“Of course.”

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