Page 72 of Heartless Sinner

Micah cups my face and brushes his nose over mine. “And yet I still want you.” His words burn into my skin like he’s branding me, and he gives me that look of adoration again. It makes me feel like a queen and in his eyes, I see my crown.

“One more thing to do,” he adds in a low voice.

“What?”

He digs into the left pocket of his sweatpants and pulls out a silver velvet pouch, then he reaches inside it and takes out a beautiful diamond engagement ring.

The diamond is so bright and radiant it glistens in the sunlight like a million stars are splashed across the surface.

I stare at it, awestricken again with my lips parted and trembling and my skin tingling.

Micah takes my hand and presses my knuckles to his lips before slipping the ring on my finger. The moment it slides on to my skin this feels real. We feel real.

“Do you like it, bellezza?”

“I… love it.” My voice is a soft rasp filled with emotion that deepens inside me when I look over the ring on my hand. I’ve never owned anything so beautiful and expensive and precious. “Thank you.”

“No, bellezza. Thank you. Now come here. I need to fuck you again.” The kiss he gives me is tender, a juxtaposition to his crude words. “Right here on the table.”

My eyes bulge. “But the staff?—”

“Get paid enough not to see and hear things. And the door is closed.”

I glance out of the corner of my eye confirming Maria closed the door when she dropped off the cinnamon rolls.

Micah tugs on my shirt then lifts it over my head. “I want to taste you first.Everywhere. Is that okay with you?”

“That’s fine with me.” My voice is already infused with raw desire.

I can’t help myself when it comes to this man. And I don’t want to try.

I want to go wherever he wants me to go and do whatever he wants me to do.

He undoes my bra and strips me down the way he did last night.

As soon as I’m naked, he buries his face between my thighs and starts feasting on my pussy as if I taste better than any meal he’s ever had.

My breath catches when he pulls me closer, then he thrusts his tongue deep, deep, deep inside me and pushes me over the edge.

I rest my hands on either side of me, gripping the tablecloth as waves of pleasure consume me.

His mouth on me feels indescribable. No matter how many times we do this, I know I’ll never get enough of him.

I barely manage to catch my breath when he starts sucking my clit and fondling my breasts at the same time.

“Oh God,” I cry out, grabbing the tablecloth tighter. The plates near my fingers clash together in tandem with my moans of ecstasy.

Micah eats me out like I’m his first, last, and only meal, and I come.

I come hard in his mouth, rubbing my pussy over his face.

He drinks me up, lapping up my juices and making me wet all over again.

When he’s finished, he stands and pushes his pants down his hips, allowing his fully erect cock to jut free. As usual, my eyes scan over his length and thickness, pausing at the pulsing head with precum beading at the tip.

With a crude smile on his handsome face, he fists himself, forcing out more precum. “I think you know what I want you to do, wife-to-be.”

Oh my God, every time he says that word—wife—something happens to me. Something that chips away at the walls I’m trying to keep built between us to protect myself.

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