Page 57 of Heartless Sinner

The moment I taste him, it takes mere seconds for my resolve to shatter into the air.

His tongue traces the seam of my mouth, demanding entry and I give it to him because fighting feels impossible when his hands are branding my skin through my thin uniform.

"Tell me to stop, Scarlett," he murmurs against my lips, his grip on my body tightening. “Tell me to stop, or I’ll lose control and fuck you right here.”

Oh God.

This should be a no-brainer. It was only seconds ago that I was ready to run from him. Now look at me.

I try to fight that overwhelming surge of desire that wants me to give in to temptation. But I can’t.

I can’t tell him to stop. And I can’t save myself.

The idea of losing myself in him suffocates reason and logic and everything that’s telling me I should get the hell away from Micah Delarosa.

“Fuck it,” he growls when I say nothing, then kisses me like he’s been starving for me.

He pulls me closer and my fingers curl into his shirt. His hand slides under my skirt, and I arch into him, past caring about anything but this moment, this feeling.

The distant sound of traffic fades away until there's nothing but his touch, his taste, and the intoxicating scent of his darkness.

I'm drowning in him, burning alive, and when he whispers, "Mine," against my lips, I can't find it in myself to disagree. Because I want to be his.

Pushing me harder into the wall, he shoves my skirt up my hips and moves aside my panties.

He only breaks away from my lips to undo his pants and take out his cock, then he hooks my leg around his waist.

I catch a glimpse of his erection before he shoves his cock deep inside my pussy and I cry out. A thrill races through me, filling my blood with pure adrenaline.

I arch my back, wanting him more than anything, even my next breath. He pumps into me, fueling sweet pleasure and delirium, then he starts to fuck me, giving me exactly what I need—him.

My entire body is vibrating with him and his relentless pounding.

He fucks me deep and hard, driving into me over and over again. My helpless cries of ecstasy mix with his deep grunts of pleasure and suddenly, I’m caught in the grasp of a violent orgasm that explodes inside me, cracking my mind wide open.

I scream, not caring where we are or who may hear us. Only that I don’t want him to stop.

Pleasure assaults my body in rippling waves that take me higher and higher.

I close my eyes to savor the crash of waves that slaps into me, but then his hand is gripping my chin, forcing my eyes back open.

“Look at me,” he commands, his voice low and ragged.

I stare at him and it’s like I’m looking right into his soul.

With our eyes locked, he picks up his pace, then it’s like we both lose our minds.

I climax again and we groan out at the same time.

Micah fucks me harder, then he comes too, his cock pulsing inside me filling me up with the warmth of his hot cum.

We stay there against the wall for a few heartbeats, breathing like we’ve just run from one end of the earth to the other. And he holds me with a tenderness that feels unbecoming of him.

I press my head to the wall as reality sinks in that I just had sex with him again.

Me—outside. In the back alley where anyone could have seen and heard us. In broad daylight.

My awareness snaps back when he pulls out of me and tucks himself back into his pants, but his eyes are on me, stripping away the layers of my mind with an I-told-you-so stare.

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