Page 25 of Heartless Sinner

I know this is crazy.

Lucy is the part of our duo who flirts with hot strangers in clubs and hooks up with guys. Not me. She’s the one who’s fine with a no names, no strings arrangement. Not me.

Yet here I am—the girl who does everything by the book and stays in watching TV.

Mr. Dreamy’s mouth claims mine with bruising intensity and a voice in my head whispers that this is a mistake. But as his hands skim my skin, pushing me harder into the wall, I realize I don't care.

If he's a mistake, he's the most beautiful one I've ever made—the kind worth shattering all my rules for.

I’ll take tonight as the thing that makes up for my conundrum and replay it in my mind as my favorite mistake.

“You taste like heaven, bellezza.” He whispers over my lips. “I want to taste you everywhere. Let me?”

“Yes.” That word is all I’ve been saying to this man all evening. It will probably be the death of me.

He bunches up my dress and my entire body lights up, my nipples turning hard against his chest. I’m so turned on I can barely breathe.

He’s turned on, too.

The hard bulge of his cock presses into my belly, telling me exactly what he wants. Feeling him so hard and thick increases the wetness between my legs that has been growing since he first kissed me.

His hands roam down my ass and I lose myself. I don’t want him to stop touching me.

His fingers glide up to my inner thigh and he slips his hands under the lace of my panties and straight into my pussy.

“You’re so wet for me. And so fucking tight.” He grins, pulling his fingers out of my pussy so he can lick off my juices. “You’re going to feel so good on my cock.”

He pushes his fingers back into my pussy and I gasp, feeling more sensitive than ever.

“Oh God,” I moan, grabbing on to his shoulders.

“You like that?”

“Yes.”

“More?”

“Oh God, yes.”

Another smile spreads across his face. This one filled with greed and the kind of hunger you’d see on a ravenous animal. He strokes my clit, then flicks the nub, making me moan louder and squirm. Then he takes one step back to look at me pressed against the wall, predatory pleasure lighting up his eyes.

“I want to see this gorgeous body of yours first.” He traces one sly finger down the valley between my breasts, leaving goose bumps in the wake before hooking it between my dress and my bra. “Take your clothes off for me, bellezza.”

My fingers tremble at his request and for a moment, I'm frozen as I realize this is the moment. The moment we cross the line.

This stranger I’ve christened Mr. Dreamy is going to be the first man since Anton to see me naked. And he’ll be the third man I’ve slept with in my life.

Fear and doubt wrap around me like a familiar, poisonous blanket, but there's something different in his eyes to what I’ve seen before. Different to the cold, appraising look I've known from others. This man is looking at me like he wants me, needs me. He makes my soul ache with desire, erasing that fear and doubt.

I start by pulling the zipper down the side of my dress and sliding the straps down my shoulders. The fabric whispersagainst my skin as it falls down my body, exposing my skin to the air.

The dress pools at my feet, covering my little ballerina pumps.

Holding his gaze, I take off my bra next and watch lust fill his eyes as my breasts spill out, bobbing toward him with my nipples hard.

My panties and shoes follow, and finally, I stand before him, bare and vulnerable.

His hazel eyes trace over me with a reverence I've never known, his expression stealing the breath from my lungs as he looks at me like I'm something sacred, something precious, and every inch of my body is a story he wants to learn by heart.

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