Page 79 of Awakened by Sin

“I’m not,” she whispered and fought the urge to let her eyes shut.

“I recognize another wild soul when I see one. I wouldn’t try to tame you. I would unleash you, Carmen. It would be glorious.”

He kissed her. She was swamped with his taste—dark, elusive, barbaric. He picked her up and pinned her on the couch beneath him. He licked her neck as he ground himself against her. His bulge was right there … Her hips bucked, and he swore.

“This fucking dress,” he growled as he grasped a handful of silk. His hot hand slipped beneath the fabric and splayed over her quivering belly. “You knew what you were doing up there. You were hoping it would end like this, right? That’s not the only place you can get a high, baby.”

Her demons were shrieking at her to take what he offered. She was lost in the intoxicating weight pinning her, his words, and the hand stroking her. It wasn’t until she heard the hiss of his zipper that she came back to herself.

She had sex with Marcus yesterday. Even though they weren’t in a relationship, she’d never slept with two different men a day apart. Angel would be a great fuck (phenomenal, probably), but she would regret it. She knew it as surely as she knew the sun would rise in a couple of hours. Angel tried to hide his true colors behind a cool demeanor, but she saw fleeting glimpses of his true nature—lust, greed, possessiveness. Nope. Men like Angel and Gavin wouldn’t be able to handle her. She needed to be free to be herself, and they wouldn’t allow it. Vinny didn’t force her to stop dancing. She quit on her own when she realized the high came from him, not strangers. Dominant men like Angel would enjoy her wild side for a while and then try to tamp it down or snuff it out when they couldn’t control her.

She covered his hand with hers and felt his cock through the thin material of his underwear. She swallowed hard.

“No,” she said hoarsely.

His eyes were narrow slits of lust. “What?”

She pressed both hands on his chest, but he didn’t budge. She was on her back, legs splayed on either side of him, and he was in a position to penetrate. Belatedly, she remembered the cameras and hoped Kiki wasn’t watching.

“We’re not going to have sex,” she said.

When she tried to sit up, his hand clamped on her thigh to keep her in place.

“Why?”

She glared at him. “Because I said so.”

She wasn’t prepared for his hand to probe between her legs. She shrieked and clamped her thighs together, but it was too late.

He licked his lips. “You’re wet.”

“It’s sweat.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

His fingers stroked, and she jerked.

“Angel, stop!”

His head dipped, and she heard him inhale. She went rigid when she realized he was trying to smell her arousal. She smacked his head. For a second, he looked stunned and then he roared with laughter. He dropped his face to her chest and nuzzled.

“I can’t remember the last time a woman hit me.”

“You deserve it. You’re so sure of yourself.” She hissed when he searched for her nipple. She grabbed a handful of hair and jerked his head up. “No.”

“Come on, Carmen. We both want it.”

His fingers curled again, and she bit back a curse. She grabbed his thick wrist and forcibly yanked his fingers out from between her legs. His head dropped to her groin. She had to use both hands to keep him away from her pussy, which was begging to be licked. She was amused and turned on and didn’t know what to do with him.

“No,” she said as her inner slut begged to be fucked.

“What the hell? You want this. It’s not like you’re with someone.”

“You don’t know that.”

Angel cocked his head. “You’re with someone?”

“I didn’t say that.”

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