Page 67 of Heartless Sinner

There's something magnetic in his gaze that speaks to the deepest parts of me that continue to crave his touch regardless of how good or bad he is for me.

In silence, we stare at each other as he walks into the room, moving closer to me.

Water drips from his damp hair which is slightly curling at the ends and lands on his shoulder.

When Micah reaches the bed, my fingers grip the sheets.

He dries his hair with another towel and his lips curve into that dangerous smile I've come to crave. It funnels the heat already coursing through me straight to my groin.

"Did I wake you, bellezza?" His voice sounds deeper than usual at this hour, and it sends a wave of desire through my entire body.

"I’m a light sleeper." I shuffle beneath the sheets to sit up.

His gaze drops to my body, making me suddenly aware that my thin silk nightgown is on show and has ridden up past my thighs.

Nervously, I tug at the hem but freeze when I catch his eyes following the movement.

When he looks at me again, the air between us feels charged, like the silent moment before lightning strikes. “You looked comfortable in our bed. Are you?”

Our.

It’s strange to think of anything in this lavish home beingoursinstead of just his.

“Yes.” The word sticks in my throat as he moves closer and my heart thunders against my ribs.

“How was your meeting?”

“Long as fuck.”

“Is this the time you usually get home from work?” That’s my roundabout way of asking what to expect. I guess I’m also trying to see if he’s going to be spending time in anyone else’s bed.

“Not always.” Keeping his eyes on me, he allows the towel to fall from his hips, revealing his very hard cock.

My head spins at the sight of his massive erection and there’s no point pretending I'm not affected.

“Come here to me. I need to fuck you.” My stomach flutters from the demand in his voice, and just like that, I’m wet.

He inches closer, and my breath snags in my throat as if caught between a pile of rocks. I lean toward him, too, and the strap of my nightgown slips down my shoulder.

I don't fix it.

We meet for a kiss, and he pulls me onto him to sit in his lap while he devours my mouth.

The kiss sings through my body, curling around every nerve, and I want to drown in him.

I know I’m my own worst enemy. Hours ago, I was in this very room telling myself I needed to be careful around him. Now I want him to take me and fuck me as hard as he wants. I don’t want to resist or deny myself this.

His hands stroke down my back and cup my ass, then he pulls away from my lips and eases me back onto the bed.

It takes mere seconds for him to take my clothes off, leaving me naked and at his will to do with whatever he wants.

Pressing his body to mine, he guides me onto my hands and knees, then runs his hands over me, pausing to tease my breasts and my clit.

“You like the way I touch you, don’t you?” His hot breath whispers over my back.

“Yes.” My voice quivers with arousal.

Sweet pleasure hums through my body from his possessive caress of my nipples, but when I feel his cock at my entrance, I crumble.

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