Page 32 of Sinful Scars

Would he be annoyed that I enticed him back into my room? Would he insist on blindfolding me or would he be so overcome with lust that not even his need to remain hidden could stop him from taking what he wanted.

A moan escapes my lips at the thought.

My breasts feel heavy, and I’m so desperate to trail my fingers lower, to help ease the ache that builds between my thighs.

But as I rub my thumbs over my pebbled nipples, my body shivering with pleasure, a siren blares nearby, violently jolting me out of my fantasy.

I squeal, quickly jumping out of view of the window as my heart pounds in my chest, but not from fear… From excitement.

I’ve never done anything so bold, but then again, I’ve never felt anything close to what I felt when I kissed him.

I’m addicted, and it seems I’ll do whatever it takes to get a fix.

With a smile on my face, I climb back into bed and slide under the covers.

As my eyes drift closed, I start to dream of being back in the cabin with the man I’ve never seen, and yet can’t seem to stop thinking about.

10

LEV

I must be dreaming.

As I stand in the shadows, my eyes remain fixed on Elle’s bedroom window, stunned at what I just witnessed.

I bite back a groan as I adjust myself, my cock hard as the picture of Elle’s naked body, lit up by the moonlight, plays on repeat in my mind.

Was that little show just for me?

In all the times I’ve watched her, she’s never once been so bold, so daring. It can’t simply be a coincidence that she’s undressing in front of her window after having kissed me…

I can’t help but palm my aching length, squeezing it hard to try and bring myself an ounce of relief. But it doesn’t help. Nothing short of burying myself inside her will.

I’ve imagined what it would be like to witness Elle naked many times, but nothing compares to the real thing.

She’s so beautiful, so soft and delicate.

What I wouldn’t give to be able to touch her, to hear the soft moans spill from her lips as I worship every inch of her skin.

My mouth waters at the thought of getting on my knees and pleasuring her with my tongue in front of the window for everyone to see. I want the whole fucking city to hear her scream my name so they know that she belongs to me, andonlyme.

It takes everything in me not to go sprinting up the fire escape to see for myself.

Perhaps this is my punishment for kissing her, for crossing the line that could compromise not just my own life but hers as well. If the Koslovs were to catch wind of my whereabouts, it would be game over.

I have no doubt that she’s told them about the kidnapping, and there’s no way she could have avoided telling them about how she managed to escape. It’s likely Alexei is already looking into it, so I need to watch my back if I’m to stay hidden.

But I can’t help but feel like Ellewantedto be seen, as if the idea of being watched excited her.

My sweet little Elle has a naughty side.

The way she cupped her breasts, how her head fell back, and her eyes closed, I know she was losing herself to a fantasy and a selfish part of me hopes she was thinking of me, of the kiss that we shared.

The kiss that has haunted my mind like a disease.

Has she gone back to bed to finish what she started?

“Fuck.”

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