Page 52 of Tempted By Sin

Our harsh breathing mixes in a symphony of lust that only adds to the fire burning deep in my core. Paetyn cries out my name and fists her hands tightly as she receives each punishing thrust. Her perky tits bounce wildly, drawing my attention to them before I sweep my gaze upward to the plump lights formed in a tight O.

This woman is fucking perfection. And she’s all mine.

“Come on my cock, Pae,” I ground out, struggling to hold on.

Paetyn is a breathless mess as she writhes beneath me, body trembling as she dashes to the edge. She opens her mouth to speak, but only a puff of air escapes.

Moments later, her walls tighten around my cock, stealing every ounce of air from my lungs as she comes on my cock. Her legs shake on my shoulders as she cries out my name.

I growl as I slam into her, increasing the intensity of her orgasm as I chase my own. Every muscle in my body is wound tight as I thrust into her one last time before exploding. I drop my head as I empty inside of her, sweat slicking my skin and my breathing ragged.

My vision blurs at the edges as I try to gather myself. The room is silent besides our harsh breathing, neither of us making a move to speak or move a muscle.

I flick my eyes up to Paetyn where she lay perfectly still, her breathing slowly evening out, her lips slightly parted. Her smooth skin is covered in a light sheen of sweat, and I would love nothing more than to lick every inch of her perfect body.

“Fucking hell,” I murmur as I pull out of her, already missing the connection we just shared. “What the hell are you doing to me?”

When Paetyn doesn’t respond, my brows crease. Sliding her legs off my shoulders, I move to her side and pull back the sleeping mask. To my surprise, her eyes are closed. She makes no move to open them.

I lean back and study her for a moment, realization slowly creeping in.

Did she pass out because of the intensity with which I fucked her?

I chuckle lowly and shake my head. Well, this is a first for me. But a valid one considering Paetyn is new to this world and just how intense it can be. She doesn’t know just how far I’m capable of pushing a person beyond their limits. But I can’t blame her for succumbing to exhaustion after being on such a high. If she is going to be with me, it’s something I’m going to have to get her used to.

I release her from the constraints of the handcuffs and settle her on the pillows like the delicate flower she is. The back of my knuckle grazes over her flushed cheeks as I admire every detail of her face, unable to look away. I lean forward to press my lips to her forehead, savoring the scent of coconut shampoo and the warmth of her skin.

She truly has fucked up my life in a way I never thought possible. Before her, I was controlled and calm. But ever since she blew through me like a fucking hurricane, I’m anything but calm. All I want to do is protect her and never let her out of my sight. My obsession with wanting to be with her every second of every day is borderline delusional and possibly criminal, but I don’t give a fuck. I would do anything for this woman if she asked, without hesitation.

Somehow, she reached into my chest, tore my black heart from where it sat, and shoved it into her pocket. I don’t think she knows she has done it, but she will soon. In fact, I want her to keep it forever because I have no plans to ever let her go.

And I will pry her from that motherfucker’s cold, dead hands if I have to.

CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR

Paetyn

I’m greetedby harsh rays of moonlight shining through the open window above the bed when my eyes flutter open, heavy with sleep. Every muscle in my body is tense, my back aches and my limbs feel like a weight is keeping them pressed firmly against the mattress.

I force myself into a seated position, dragging the thin black sheet up to my chest. My eyes sting as I rub the sleep from them, hoping it’ll make me feel more awake when in reality, I want to lie down and go back to sleep. I want to feel Ace’s arms wrapped around me, holding me close to his firm chest as he strokes my hair.

Ace…

My eyes widen as panic crashes through me, nearly knocking the wind out of my lungs.

Ace!

I nearly get whiplash from the ferocity of my head snapping to the left where my phone sits on the bedside table. With my heart in my throat, I snatch the device off the table. The screen beams to life, almost blinding me in the dark room.

10:18 PM.

My heart sinks to my toes at the notifications on the home screen—ten missed calls and fifteen text messages from Liam.

Oh, shit….

I fling the sheet off my naked body, adrenaline guiding my legs around the room, searching for the clothing Ace threw everywhere. As I shove my legs into my jeans, I can only imagine what is going through Liam’s mind right now. I left earlier while he wasn’t home and didn’t tell him when I would get back. He already thinks I’m cheating on him, so my not being home at this hour only fuels whatever scenarios are racing through his mind.

Even if I could find a way out of this situation, I know it’s useless to try. Denying the attraction I feel for Ace would be futile, as it seems I always find myself gravitating toward him when I know I shouldn’t. He’s a dangerous man, and I shouldn’t want him, but I do. I can’t continue to fight whatever is forming between us.

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