Page 30 of Tempted By Sin

Ace is messing with my fucking head.

When I walk through the front door, Liam is pacing the living room with his phone pressed against his ear. His features are lit up with what I can only assume is joy as he speaks.

He doesn’t see me walk in, so I take my leave and go upstairs to have a shower so as not to disturb him. Having a moment to myself before I face my fiancé after kissing another man is greatly needed to get my goddamn head screwed on straight.

By the time I make it to the bathroom and switch on the shower, I’m desperate to feel the hot water on my skin. Hopefully, it will wash away the shame of what occurred in the alleyway.

I close my eyes as I step under the spray of water, relishing in the feel of it sliding over my already inflamed skin that hasn’t settled since leaving the alleyway. My hand rises to touch the base of my throat where Ace’s large hand was wrapped around it. I’m hoping his grip wasn’t tight enough to leave a mark. The last thing I need is to worry Liam more than he already is.

Ace’s crude words slam into my mind like a raging bull. The thought of him watching my every move, including having sex with Liam, reignites the fire in my core. A dull ache throbs between my legs, making my head dizzy. Images of his fingers brushing over my jaw and the way his scent consumed my very being only add fuel to the already raging fire.

Fuck.

This is the exact opposite of washing away my shame. If anything, I’m creating more as I think about Ace.

My fingers glide over my swollen lips, remembering the feel of Ace’s brushing against them with ease and determination, dominating my mouth like a starved man. Every lick and every suck went straight to my head, clouding my already tainted judgment.

“Shit,” I murmur as I lift my hand to rest on the wall in front of me. “Get out of my goddamn head.”

But even as I try to push any thoughts of Ace from my mind, I’m sucked right back in when I remember the way his ocean eyes watched me without shame and were filled with a passion I hadn’t seen before. Everything about him is intense and invading, but it only fuels the attraction I feel for him.

Maybe I’m the starved man desperate for a bite of the forbidden apple.

Without thinking, my hand drops to my aching core. If I don’t relieve the tension building, I fear I might burst apart at the seams. All because of the goddamn man who kidnapped me and is now stalking me.

I hang my head as my eyes flutter closed. My fingers brush over my clit. It’s desperate to be touched. I drag my bottom lip between my teeth as I circle it. A shiver races down my spine at the contact, and it takes everything in me not to moan, but I manage to swallow down the sound.

My fingers set a steady rhythm, circling the swollen bud as I chase some goddamn relief. I rock my hips forward, needing a little more friction. As intruding as always, Ace’s face flashes in my mind, eliciting a spark of electricity to spread beneath my skin.

“Shit,” I murmur as I continue to touch myself, that same electricity a soft hum as it courses through my veins.

I slip a finger inside me, nearly losing my goddamn mind as stars dance across my vision. I’m unbelievably wet, which I hate as it has everything to do with Ace, despite how much I don’t want to admit it. His filthy words and grip on my throat were all it took to get me to this point. And now I’m left to finish what he started.

A strangled gasp slips past my lips as I drag my finger back to my clit, my rhythm now relentless as I chase that high. Even as I barrel toward the orgasm waiting for me, I hear Ace’s voice in my head.

That’s it, little bird. Fuck your hand while you think of me.

And that’s all it takes. I throw my head back, gasping as the orgasm rips through me like an unstoppable force. I’m barely able to hold myself up on the wall as my body vibrates with electricity and fire I’ve never felt on my own before. The feeling is intense and mind-numbing, making my toes curl with a wave of pleasure.

Fuck. What the hell was that?

I run my hand over my wet hair, unable to think straight. God, I’m a fucking mess. I can’t believe I just got myself off thinking about Ace, the man who kidnapped and held me captive. While the orgasm gave me a moment of temporary relief, I’m even more on edge now than I was before.

“Pae?”

My eyes snap open at the sound of Liam’s voice. Heavy footsteps enter the bathroom, and my spine straightens.

“Ye-yeah,” I utter, my voice wavering slightly.

Guilt gnaws at my sides as I stare at the white shower curtain, knowing my fiancé is on the other side and has no idea of what I’ve just done.

“How was your day?” he asks, sounding awfully cheerful.

I clear my throat and grab my scented body wash, looking for some sort of distraction from my racing heart. “It was good. Busy day, as usual.”

“And you got home without any problems?”

If you count being cornered by my kidnapper and being pinned against a wall by his strong hand around my throat as he kissed the air out of my lungs, then yes, I ran into a major fucking problem.

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