Page 70 of The Sinner: James

He catches me just as I struggle to climb into his car and locks me in his arms.

“Let me go,” I shout.

He pushes me against his car, sliding his strong arms on either side of me, boxing me in, his chest pressed against my back.

“What is it, Rain? The real world is too much for you? Not good enough for you?” he rasps, his voice vibrating with resentment, his body lining mine. “Huh? What is it, darling?”

Anguish and trepidation sweep through me.

“Tell me, babe.”

I fight back my tears of disappointment and try to keep my voice steady and talk straight.

“Why would you build a place like this? And how could this project make things right?”

A dark chuckle falls from his lips.

“Oh... Is that what the problem is?” he says, a smile woven in his voice.

He clicks his tongue in mockery as I tremble in his arms.

“How sad... Our sweet little angel had her wings clipped by the cruel reality of life, and now she has regrets. And she can’t take it anymore. Is that it? Too much reality for you, babe? You just discovered the world is not filled with unicorns and rainbows, and now you’re bailing out on me?”

His hands slide down over my body, inching closer to my hips.

“Tell me, darling… What is it?” he murmurs in my ear, touching my hair with his lips.

He brings his hands to the front of my body, rides my T-shirt up a little, and strokes my stomach before tracing the edge of my jeans with his fingers.

A warm sensation flows from his touch, echoing between my legs and making my sex tingle.

I close my eyes and thoroughly enjoy it, not even realizing how hungry I am for more.

It’s impossible for me to stop him.

His breath rolls over my neck as he slides his hands up and palms my bare breasts, making my skin explode with unimaginable pleasure.

A moan rolls off my lips as I shudder against him.

Another whimper follows.

“Yeah, baby...” he murmurs, squeezing my breasts hard while stroking my nipples with his thumbs and firmly wedging his knee between my legs to nudge them open.

“The world is not the beautiful place you thought it’d be. It’s downright cruel and dirty,” he murmurs, pressing his body into mine, locking me against him.

He’s hard and hot and big, his bulge pressed against my lower back.

He’s all revved up, his blood racing through his veins like mine, his touch burning holes into my skin.

Another moan peels off my lips as he slides his hand a little lower, right between my legs, harshly grabbing my pussy through my jeans.

Pleasure soars between my thighs.

“How is it, babe? It feels good, doesn’t it?” he rasps, stroking me between my legs, trailing my slit through my tight-fit jeans.

My eyes peel open, and my nails scratch the roof of his car while my head is tilted back against his shoulder.

“See, none of us are as good as we think we are... It’s just that some of us are more honest than others,” he says, sliding my zipper down, pressing his fingers between my folds, and stroking my clit through my panties.

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