Page 29 of Tempted By Sin

“I didn’t beg you to fuck me,” I spit, my blood boiling.

Even as I speak the words, my underwear is damp with desire. It’s fucked up how turned on I am by his words, but I will never admit that to him. I don’t want to feed into his already inflated ego. If anything, I would rather tell him I hated every second I spent with him, but we both know I’d be lying.

Instead, my plan is to ride the denial train until the cows come home.

Ace raises a brow at me. “I would beg to differ. I know what I saw. Your tight little body begged to have me touch it and to fill you with my cock. It’s insulting that you would try to deny it.”

Before I can even open my mouth to respond, I’m forced back against the wall to my right. A gasp explodes from my throat when something thick presses against it. I claw at it as I try to force air into my lungs, but it’s no use.

My eyes clash with the depths of the ocean as they stare back at me. Ace’s warm breath fans across my lips, his face inches from mine. My head is fuzzy from the lack of air but also the woodsy cologne I now associate with him.

Being in his position with his body pressed against mine and his forearm digging into my throat is far too much for me to handle. The fire in my core ignites in a ball of flames, and my lungs burn for air.

If someone were to turn the corner and make their way down the alleyway, they would be in for a shock when they stumble upon us. But even as people rush by the entrance to the alleyway, no one can see us hidden away in the shadows, out of sight. The thought deflates the tension in my shoulders.

The ache in my core is now a throbbing sensation, reminding me of how messed up I am for being turned on by this man pinning me against the wall and restricting my airway. I hate myself for the way I react to him, but I also can’t deny the sense of thrill he gives me.

“Tell me, little bird. Does your fiancé know you fantasize about me when you’re with him?”

My heart slams into my throat. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Ace grins, the sight menacing. “Oh, I think you do.” The back of his fingers graze over the curve of my jaw, sending a tingling sensation across my entire body. “I’ve been watching you for a long time. Every conversation, every kiss, and every goddamn time you let him fuck you, I see it all. But I could see the vacant look in your eyes and sense your lack of interest in that loser.”

He drops his forearm from my throat, allowing me one second to suck air into my lungs before his hand covers my mouth, pinning me against the wall again.

“I knew you were thinking about me, and how my touch lights your skin on fire. When you were bouncing on his cock, you wished it were me instead, didn’t you?”

“You’re sick,” I manage to bite out. But what’s sick is how fucking wet I am.

“I’ll show you how sick I can be, little bird.”

Just when I think he’s going to let me go, his grip around my throat tightens, and our lips clash in a fiery inferno. The moment his lips graze mine, his tongue swiping over my bottom lip, demanding entrance into my mouth, I lose all self-respect. Why? Because I open my goddamn mouth like an obedient dog, relishing in the feel of his tongue sliding against mine.

Maybe I’m the sick one.

The kiss takes me by surprise. When we had sex, Ace never once kissed me or made a move to do so. He mentioned that he doesn’t kiss and tell, so why has he all of a sudden changed his mind?

I come back to the same question I’ve been asking myself since the moment I woke up on that shitty bed in the room I was confined to: why me?

I’m defenseless as I submit to this man, my tongue eagerly tangling with his as he dominates my mouth. I clench my thighs together to ease the throbbing, but it’s a useless effort. My arms hang by my side, unwilling to touch Ace. If I do, then I’m admitting defeat, and I’m far too stubborn to do that.

Ace sucks my bottom lip between his teeth before releasing it, his eyes finding mine in the darkness. A smug grin slips across his face, knowing damn well I enjoyed that kiss far more than I should’ve.

His free hand comes up to my face to rub a thumb over my swollen lips. “You can’t hide from me any longer, little bird. Soon enough, you will be mine. And I’m a man who will stop at nothing to get what he wants.”

He releases his grip on my throat, leaving me gasping for air. When I lift my head, Ace’s back is to me with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket as he walks down the alleyway, joining the unsuspecting crowd of New Yorkers walking by.

With my heart hammering in my throat, I slide my back down the wall until I’m sitting on the ground, my knees pressed against my chest. My head drops into my hands, and I release a frustrated groan.

What the hell is happening? And why am I not scared of the man who kidnapped me?

CHAPTERSIXTEEN

Paetyn

It tookme far too long to drag myself off the floor of the grimy alleyway and walk the rest of the way to my car. My body moved on autopilot as I drove home.

After the interaction with Ace, I was left feeling frustrated, both physically and sexually. I hated that I let myself feel affected by his words and even more so that I was turned on by them. It’s wrong for me to feel this attracted to him, but it’s almost as if my body has a mind of its own right now. No matter how many times I tell myself this is wrong, and I need to stay away from this dangerous man, I find myself thinking about him and the night we shared.

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