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This isn't like any other woman I've ever been with. I thrust into her, watching as her mouth pops open and those sweet sounds start escaping again.

"Harder," she says, prompting me to pick up my pace.

Her pussy spasms around me, making my dick twitch. I bring one of my hands down to her clit, rubbing light circles while my other hand keeps me propped up. Her moans get louder as I watch intently, making sure nothing I do causes her discomfort. Pleasure builds inside me, and I’m not sure how much longer I can last, but there's no way in hell I'm letting myself finish before she does.

"Don't stop!" she finally calls out.Like I was going to.

I thrust faster and harder, loving the way her pussy tightens against my cock as her fingers grip the bedspread next to her. "I know you want control, but please come for me again, cupid. I need to feel you give me everything."

That's the only encouragement she needs. Her entire body erupts as she clamps down on me, squeezing so tightly I lose my own control. I feel my body tense as I find myself on the precipice of my climax.

It takes a few more thrusts before I feel confident that her orgasm has started to recede, and I give into my pleasure. I grunt as satisfaction fills me while I continue to pump into her.

When I glance down, she appears exhausted but satisfied. The perfect combination. I flop onto the bed next to her, and she turns toward me, smiling. It’s the perfect reason to press my lips to hers for a brief moment.

“The bathroom is there if you need it. I'll go grab us some water," I say, and she hums.

When I get to the kitchen, I pull the condom off and toss it in the trash, knowing I'll still have to wash up after she's done, but I want her to get in bed first.

I never thought I would think like this, but I'm getting cuddles tonight. She isn't going to leave me high and dry after having sex. I shake my head, concerned with my well-being, as I trudge back to the bedroom.

She's under the covers when I get there, so I place the glass on the nightstand and quickly find my way to the bathroom to rinse off before sliding into the bed next to her.

Her eyes pop open, and I lean in to press a peck on her nose, making her half-smile. "Get some rest. I'll order us breakfast in the morning."

"Lust is dangerous," she mutters before her eyes flutter closed.

I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her closer to feel her warmth. I don't know who the hell this woman is, but I know I don't want her to leave my side.

Chapter 6

Poppy

Iwake up realizing I fell asleep with Corbin. We had sex. Oh my god, what did I do? I'd like to blame it on having too much to drink, but that would be an outright lie.

Immediately, my mind starts to race. I lost sight of the goal and slept with someone while on a quest to get vengeance for my dead fiancé. I let lust pull me and willingly succumbed to it. I feel like a cliche, a disappointment.

Slowly, I move his hand off of my waist and carefully lower it before gently pulling back the covers. I need to think things through to decide what my plan is from here because today is Valentine's Day, and I'm supposed to fucking kill someone.

Part of me wants to kill Corbin for being so much of a temptation. He isn’t a bad guy, even though he is the embodiment of lust in every way, shape, and form. I don't kill good people. No matter how my mind tries to justify things, Corbin will never be my Lust kill.

I need to get out of here and get my priorities straight. Letting these feelings for a man I barely know get in the way of what'sreally important isn't something I'm going to entertain any longer.

A throbbing pain radiates from the middle of my forehead, and I have to close my eyes to center myself. My body feels shaky, most likely from the massive amount of alcohol I drank last night. Great. To top everything off, I get to do all of this with a hangover.

Glancing around the room, I try to find my things. The little black dress lies in the corner, and when I pick it up, a brief flash of his mouth on my center fills my thoughts. He was so good at that.

Trying to be quiet when you're on the verge of a full-blown mental breakdown is easier said than done. I tiptoe across the room, pulling the zipper of the dress up as a sound comes from the bed.

I glance over to see Corbin has rolled over and is now lying on his back. My eyes study his face for a moment, taking in the sharpness of his jawline and the slight curve over the bridge of his nose. His hair is a tousled mess now, only adding to his overall attractiveness.

Guilt floods me as I tear my gaze from him, and sneak into his living room. The only other person I've felt this kind of instant attraction toward was Drew, and he was taken from me. Allowing myself to feel like this for someone else could leave them open to the same fate. Who's to say I wouldn’t freeze up again in the face of danger?

My destiny is to fulfill this promise to Drew, and that's it. Fuck Valentine's Day and all the stupid things that come with it. A tear rolls down my cheek as I try to picture my life with Drew, but all I can see is him bloodied in that alley. It hits me like a punch to the gut.

My knees give out, and I crumble to the floor, letting sorrow consume me as quietly as I possibly can. I shake my head andtuck the feelings inside because I have shit to do. I can't afford to let myself fall apart here. Getting out of this apartment before Corbin wakes up is best for everyone. Him being awake will only make leaving harder.

I stand and take a step toward the door, but I freeze when my eyes catch sight of a picture frame on his television stand. My face pales, and shivers course through me as I change direction and walk toward it.

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