Page 16 of Tempted By Sin

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs more to himself as his eyes roam over my body. His finger drags against my bottom lip, lingering for a moment before pulling away. “It’s a shame I don’t kiss and tell because I want to claim those fucking lips.”

Before I can ask what he means by that, he pulls out to the tip before slamming back into me, distracting me from my previous thoughts. The pressure building in my core is reaching a breaking point, and I’m about ready to lose my mind.

“Come for me, little bird,” he grunts, his voice dangerously low. “Now.”

And that’s all it takes for me to explode, the orgasm so intense my body trembles and my mind goes blank. A scream erupts from my throat as electricity races through my veins, and heat explodes in my core. If I didn’t know any better, I would say it feels like I’m dying, but I know that’s not the case. I’m very much alive, and he’s very much pounding into me like a mad man as I ride out the intensity.

Moments later, he growls before pulling out and spilling onto my stomach. I gasp as his hot seed coats my skin in a splatter of white.

“Holy fuck,” he breathes as he pumps his cock, working through his own orgasm.

Holy fuck, indeed.

“Oh, my God.” I’m at a loss for words as I stare at my stomach, the realization of what just happened slowly dawning on me. “Oh, myGod.”

He releases a low breath as he stands to his full height, shoves his cock back into his pants, zips them, and smiles down at me. He doesn’t say anything as he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me to my feet.

My legs are wobbly as he guides me to the attached bathroom and sits me on the edge of the cold sink. I’m still in a daze as I watch him grab the hand towel and wipe my stomach clean, the gesture gentle after the beast I just saw.

“When this is all over, little bird, I will find you.”

My brows dip into a frown, and I open my mouth to ask what he means by that, but the words die on my tongue as I stare at him. Intense blue eyes gaze back at me, filled with the silence of a promise of making good on his words.

The thundering of my heart drowns out the blood rushing in my ears and the ice filling my veins.

What the hell have I just gotten myself into?

CHAPTERTEN

Paetyn

BANG!

My eyes snap open at the loud noise. It’s hard to figure out where it came from within the house, but it sounded close. I’m disoriented with sleep-crusted eyes as I pull the thin sheet up to my chin, staring at the locked door to the room.

What is my kidnapper doing? Besides the time he woke me up talking loudly on the phone, I tend not to hear a peep from him throughout the day. I don’t know what he does when he isn’t bringing me food and watching me eat—or fucking me like a depraved man—but he certainly doesn’t usually make noise like that.

My heart nearly leaps out of my throat at the sound of rushing footsteps. Not just one set of footsteps, but I detect multiple.

What is going on? Has my captor finally decided to sell me to a group of traffickers, and now they’ve come to collect me?

I scoot back further on the mattress, the box springs squeaking, mixing with the panic building in my chest. Fear nips at my fingers as a million and one scenarios race through my mind at lightning speed of what could become of me when those footsteps reach the door.

What will happen when the door flies open? I have no doubt my life will change forever, but in what way?

I don’t hear the lock unlatch from the outside before the door swings open, slamming against the wall behind it with a violent bang. But I don’t see the masked man rush into the room. No, it’s a man wearing a SWAT uniform, his handgun trained directly at me.

His eyes find mine across the room. Time feels as though it has slowed down as we stare at each other, neither of us moving an inch. Two other men dressed in the same type of uniform file into the room, their guns trained at me, too.

Despite having three guns pointed at me, relief washes through my veins. I relax against the headboard and exhale the breath I had been holding.

The first man who entered nods at me. Most of his head is covered by a helmet, but his deep brown eyes find mine. “Are you Paetyn Jones?”

My head spins with adrenaline and relief as I stare back at them. I open my mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a breathy, “Yes, I am.”

They lower their guns at my admission. The two men who arrived after the first step out of the room, one already speaking into a walkie-talkie. The first man steps forward, slipping his gun back into the holster on his waist. “You’re going to be okay, miss. We’re going to get you to safety.”

Warmth fills my chest, and for the first time in seven days, excitement floods my veins. I can’t wait to get out of this place. I throw the sheet off my body, ready to tell the officer about the chain around my ankle, but to my surprise, the chain is nowhere to be seen. The skin where it once entrapped me is blistering slightly and bruised, but it’s otherwise free.

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