Page 100 of Shattered Hearts

When the shaft of his cock throbs against my ass, my wallsachewith need.

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

“You’re…wrong.” Anger and embarrassment force the words out of me, but nothing stops my eyelids from lowering to half-mast as the pleasure builds inside me.

“Am I?” Finn shoves his fingers deeper, pushing me dangerously close to the edge of orgasm.Shit.

My whole upper body glows with heat, like the inside of a toaster oven.

Pleasure gathers, tightening in my core like a coiling spring bound for a hard release. I start to pant. All my concern, fear, and lust liquefy inside me the way fruits do in a blender.

Anticipation blankets my skin with clammy heat. I can almost taste the O when Finn pulls his hand out of my panties. A desperate, unsatisfied sound wallows in my throat, abashing me.

As I twitch in his grip, breathing hard, Finn chuckles.

“At least your body knows how to tell the truth.”

Irritation breaks open inside me.Fuck him for teasing me like this.All I did was keep my sister’s secret. Do I really deserve dark, sadistic sex games?

“Can we just talk about this?” Finally, an amount of strength returns to my breathy voice. “I didn’t do it to deceive you. I was just trying to?—”

I flinch when Finn’s moist fingers fly around my throat. He squeezes tight enough to restrict my breath.

One hand clenches my forearm, still twisted behind me, and the other clasps my neck while his dick pulses against my ass… I can’t breathe. I can’t move.

“The time for talking isover, Riley.”

“But I’m sor…Mmph!”

A surprised, muffled grunt escapes me as Finn jams four of his thick, slick fingers between my startled lips, forcing me to taste myself. Notes of salt, spice, and earth appear at the back of my throat.

“Say one more word without my permission, and the next time I choke you, it'll be with my dick.”

I gasp. Why the hell is that so damn hot?

Without warning, Finn rips us backward from the wall. My legs stumble as he drives my body, one hand in my mouth, the other still clamped around my forearm and locking it in place. He steers us toward his massive bed and shoves me down on the mattress with his full strength.

I land on my face, sputtering, but quickly recover, rolling onto my back to face him. Voice still breathy, unsure whether to keep pushing for dialogue or not, I once again choose my words with care. “It wasn’t my secret to tell. That’s why I didn’t say anything.”

Finn looms over the edge of his bed, deadly silent and paying no attention to me as he removes his belt and begins to unbutton his pants. He’s practically demonic, drawing his shirtover his head with the devious, unbothered apathy of a man who’s going to get his way no matter what, whether he rushes or takes his time.

His dark eyes give off heat, like hot coals in a furnace.

For a moment, he just glares at me, the pointed intensity of his gaze welding me to the spot. There was a time when he never noticed me, and now, he stands over me, stark naked, with his eyes zeroed in on my flushed face. The self-consciousness, shock, and confusion of this moment paralyze me.

I’ve stopped breathing yet again. Even my lungs fear moving when he looks at me like this, like nothing and no one makes him angrier, like nothing and no one could distract him from this exchange with me.

The unhinged spark in his eye tells me that his restraint has vanished, and now, it’s just me and the beast, alone in a cage. Inside, my heart flies like the frantic wingbeats of a hummingbird.

Low, sharp, and terrifyingly quiet, he says, “Get undressed.”

If it’s possible to orgasm from two words on the tongue of a devastating,severelysexy man, then I just did.

“Now,” Finn demands when I don’t move.

That wildness in his eyes petrifies me, but…I don’t have the strength to challenge him. Not when I want him this much and the possibility he won’t forgive me stares me down in my mind.

A wise part of me deep in the background of my consciousness knows that this might be the last sex we ever have.

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