Page 91 of Ashes

She was so beautiful.

I said as much.

She desperately tried to back away from me, but there was nowhere for her to go. She twisted her head from side to side, looking for a way out. I closed the space between us and pinned her to the tombstone, trailing my hand down to her neck where I wrapped my hand gently around her delicate throat.

“Don’t be afraid, siren,” I whispered. “It’s me. It’s Sin.”

Her body trembled as she stared into my eyes.

Something came over me that I couldn’t stop.

So many emotions rushed through me, finally stopping on one I knew would be the end of me.

Leaning in, I pressed my lips to hers. She didn’t kiss me back. Her mouth remained stiff beneath mine. I kissed her harder. Deeper. Silently begging her to kiss me back. Needing her to feel something for me besides hatred. Besides disappointment.

“Come on,” I mumbled against her lips. “Kiss me back. Please, siren.”

I brushed my lips against hers again, and she still didn’t react.

“I fucked up. I fucked up bad.”

She didn’t seem to care. Anger surged through me. Snarling, I tightened my hand around her throat, giving it a squeeze. She gasped against my lips, her fingers digging painfully into my chest through my t-shirt. Flashes of Isabella went through my head as she’d cried out for me to stop. To not hurt her. I was a repeat fucking offender it would seem.

I tore our clothes off like they were on fire and forced my knee between Sirena’s legs and pried them apart. My dick was already weeping with excitement at the thought of having her. I didn’t give her a chance to fight me. To show me she didn’t want more. I shoved into her heat, forcing my way deep inside her tight body. Tears gathered in her eyes as I fucked her against the tombstone.

“Love me,” I choked out, fucking deep into her. “Please, fucking love me.”

She whimpered, tears streaming down her face. She squeezed her eyelids tightly together as her body clenched around my dick, her release blanketing me as she shook beneath the pleasure.

“I hate you. I fucking hate you, siren. You’re ruining my fucking life.” I rasped as she sobbed silently.

My cock swelled with my release until I couldn’t hold it any longer. I jetted my come deep inside her, breathing hard as she continued to cling to me.

I rested my forehead against hers, gasping for air.

“But I also think I love you,” I choked out, crying with her. “And I’m scared. I’m so fucking scared of these feelings. T-They’re different this time. So much different.”

“Sinful,” she whispered. “Sinful.”

That soft, melodic voice.

My name.

“Sinful,” I repeated, pulling away to peer into her eyes.

My heart ached when I realized she was no longer with me. The dead look I’d been witnessing from her was all that was left, her body cold and stiff against mine.

“Don’t go. Please. . .”

But she was already gone.

I jerked up with a shout, my eyelids snapping open as I took in my dark bedroom in confusion.

“Fuck,” I muttered, calming down and rubbing my eyes.

It took me a moment to realize my groin was damp as siren’s pretty face faded from my mind.

I’d fucked her in the dream, but apparently, my cock hadn’t gotten the memo that it wasn’t real. Groaning, I went into the bathroom and started a shower. Quickly, I jumped in and cleaned myself.

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