Page 16 of Born Sinner
Fuck.
Kids?
I’m driving myself insane with these thoughts. I’m only twenty years old. I can have any woman I want, but no one else can satisfy me like she can.
I want to use her.
Complete her.
Dirty up her tongue.
Stain her insides.
Spread her perfect ass cheeks and lavish attention on the most secret part of her.
Hissing out a curse, I fall against the vanity unit—gripping the white porcelain basin with one hand as I tear at my zipper with the other. Tipping my head back, I fill my lungs with her scent and her ghost as I work my cock like a man possessed.
Longing.
Needing.
Hard, for the diamond edges of this insatiable lust.
Fast, for how quick this descent into her madness has become.
My wrist aches.
My cock swells.
I groan in pain and elation as lightning zips down my spine and my balls draw tight to my body. I shoot my load so violently, thick ropes of it streak across the porcelain, blemishing the polished silver faucet and mirror.
With my head still swimming, I clean myself up and head for the door. I don’t bother wiping away my sin. This won’t be the last time I corrupt a part of Lola Carrera. As long as there’s breath inmybody, no other man will take their pleasure from hers.
My phone beeps again as I slip out of her apartment and make my way down the exit stairway to the parking lot.
You’re in deep shit, Sam. Care to make it an abyss? I told you to stay away from her. My office. Time is ticking.
Despite my stepfather’s fighting words, I’m in a conciliatory mood as I slide into the driver’s seat. After checking Lola’s car tracker and seeing she’s headed home, I tap out a brief response.
On my way.
It’s high time the senator had a lesson in generational deposition.
There’s a new Sanders in town, and he better get used to it.
Chapter Seven
Lola
I shouldn’t warn him.
I should go back to my apartment and let Santi dish out whatever punishment he sees fit. After all, Troy tried to rape me, and Sam…
Oh my God, did he brand me?
We’ve never said two words to each other before, but it seems he’s happy to let his knife do the talking. I thought the new blood thrumming through the veins of the cartel underworld might dilute this feud between our families. Instead, it seems to have fortified it. Fueled it. Twisted it into something much darker…
Now, instead of standing on the outskirts of war, I’ve been forced across its borders and made into a casualty.
