Page 54 of Bitter Confessions

“Yes,” she gasped.

He heard her consent and acted immediately, rolling her beneath him. He positioned her ass on the edge of the bed. She lifted her hips, expecting him to yank her tights down, but he didn’t bother. He spread her thighs, ripped her soaked tights, brushed her thong aside, and began to penetrate. Her feet pedaled as she tried to adjust to his abrupt, relentless invasion. His hands glided down the backs of her thighs to her ass and squeezed as he bottomed out.

“Heaven.”

His reverent tone made her smile.

“My dirty angel,” he said gruffly. “Created to please and torture me. My heaven on earth.”

He braced his hands on either side of her and leaned down for a kiss so tender her eyes watered. It was a replay of her past—drowning in him so he was all that mattered.

“I’m not trying to hurt you, but we all know, when it comes to him, you’re blind and reckless.”

Ariana’s cutting voice sliced through her euphoria. She tried to block out her sister’s disgust, only for her inner realist to chime in and remind her not to take anything he said too seriously. Men always said things they didn’t mean while in the throes. All too soon, she’d be alone again.

A wave of despair extinguished her lust. She broke the kiss and turned her face to the side to catch her breath.

“Jasmine?”

“I...” She turned her face toward the darkness so he couldn’t see the stark emotions contorting her features. Mortified, she pushed against his shoulders for space. He didn’t budge. “I’m sorry. I...”

“Look at me.”

She couldn’t. She tried to scoot out from under him, but he gave her his weight, embedding himself as deep as possible, reminding her they were in the midst of a hot sex session.

“Jasmine.”

She draped a hand over her burning eyes. “I’m sorry. My mind is all fucked up.”

“What’d they say to you?”

“Nothing important.” She wriggled. “Can you?—?”

“I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you. I promised to help your family, but not at our expense. They come between us, I’ll burn everything they value to the ground.”

She dropped her arm, Ariana’s worries about him turning on them ringing in her mind. “You promised.”

Angry eyes catalogued her somber expression as he brushed damp strands of hair from her face. “I also promised to make you happy. How am I supposed to do that when you want me to help those who hurt you the most?”

“Maybe there will be a time I give up on them and tell you to do your worst, but we aren’t there yet.” She put her finger to his mouth when he tried to speak. “There won’t be other incidents. I doubt we’ll be spending much time together in the future.”

She sensed his surprise and rising tension.

“It won’t affect your dealings with them at work. It was a tiff about the past and how they see me.” She stroked his hostile face. “Thank you for helping them even though they don’t deserve it.”

“I did it for you.”

“I know.” She kissed him, and when he didn’t return the pressure, she ran her tongue along the scar on his upper lip. “I don’t know how to repay you.”

Their eyes collided, held. Slowly, he rolled his hips, making her toes curl.

“You repay me when you sleep beside me. You repay me when you let me touch you, when I see you get off pleasuring me. I’ll spend a fortune to make you smile. What will it take? Jewelry, cars, an island? What’s your dream, princess? Tell me, and I’ll make it come true.”

“You are my dream.”

Clouds hid the moon, plunging the room into darkness and concealing his reaction to her confession. She traced the familiar lines of his face, noting his parted lips and that his eyes were still open when her fingertip brushed over his thick lashes.

“The moment we met, you became my ideal hero. Even when I walked away, I couldn’t say goodbye to your character. I needed him because I didn’t have you. You’re my hero and my favorite nightmare all wrapped in one. All you need to make my dreams come true is be with me. You’re all I ever wanted.”

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