Page 24 of Heartless Sinner

He kisses me softly at first then hard and hungry, and I melt. A trail of fire pulses across my skin as his tongue pushes into my mouth, tangling with mine.

I have to fight to suppress a moan. Then I’m clenching my thighs because the pang of his kiss is right there in my core, rushing over me like he licked my pussy. And I’m wet.

Wet from a kiss. A kiss that feels like I’m being possessed and he’s stealing the essence from my soul, leaving me drunk on the taste of him.

But suddenly, he breaks away, leaving me starving for more.

We're both breathing hard and I can feel his heart hammering against my palms. I don’t remember putting them on his chest. Now that I’m aware, I feel solid muscle beneath my fingertips.

“How am I doing, bellezza? Am I changing your mind yet?”

“Yes...”

He catches my throat and presses his lips to the edge of my jaw, licking my skin. A shudder zips down my spine.

“What am I going to call you? You haven’t told me your name yet,” he whispers over my skin and into my ear, that deep timbre in his voice lulling me to my damnation.

“My name…” I’m stumped again, logic reminding me that I can’t leave a trail. “I like bellezza.”

He brushes his nose over mine, grazing my cheek with the scruff of his five-o’clock shadow. “Okay, bellezza. What are you calling me?”

“Mr. Dreamy.”

He pulls back and smiles down at me. “I like Mr. Dreamy.”

I blush and the heat spreads over me, but it stills in my core when the seriousness returns to his face. “I’m clean.”

“I’m clean, too.”

“Are you on the pill, bellezza?” His possessive hold sends sparks through my entire body.

“Yes,” I manage in a breathless voice that hardly sounds like me.

“Come to my room.” His thumb traces my now-swollen lip, and his eyes are dark with sinful promises. "Let me show you all the filthy things I've been thinking about doing to you when I fuck you."

The last threads of my resistance snap and all I can manage is a single nod.

The smile he gives me is filled with pure sin. Without another word, he takes my hand, and we stand. Then he leads me out of the room with that same ease that tells me he knew I was going to say yes.

He was right.

Chapter Six

Scarlett

We walk into a moonlit suite with white carpeted floors and the same elegant furniture I’ve seen throughout the rest of the hotel. Everything screams luxury—the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, the modern art pieces on the walls, and the king-sized bed in the center covered with silky charcoal sheets.

Moonlight casts a silver glow around us, mingling with the glittering city lights on display through the floor-to-ceiling glass walls.

This feels like a dream and we're suspended in the sky, floating amongst the stars.

I believe I’m definitely in a dream when Mr. Dreamy slips an arm around me and pulls me in for a kiss.

He pulls me flush against his hard body and backs me against the wall nearest to us.

A dim light snaps on, brightening the room. I’m so lost in kissing him I don’t know if he switched on the light or if it came on automatically.

He sucks on my tongue and I curl my fingers into his shirt in response, pulling him down to me. The mere touch amplifies thekiss and he kisses me as if he's been starving for me as badly as I have for him.

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