Page 123 of Never Die for a Sinner
“Goddamn, Ava. You’re doing so fucking good. Riding my cock like a good girl.”
I thrust my hips into her, dragging her down on me until the water in the tub sloshes over the side. I don’t give a fuck. I’m too far gone.
“Ride my cock, Ava. Show me how bad you want it.”
Her pussy clenches on me, her head kicks back, and suddenly, her soft cry fills the bathroom. I can’t help but grin, even as heat swells up the back of my spine from her clenching around me.
“Good fucking girl. Again.”
“I can’t,” she whimpers, shaking her head.
“You can. You were made to take my cock, Ava.” I run a hand through her hair and tug her closer by the messy strands, holding her against me until I can jerk my hip up inside her. “So fucking perfect.”
“P-please,” she begs, head thrown back and her eyes watery from the orgasm still tingling through her.
“Please, what?”
“Please fuck me,” she breathes, and I lose control.
Dragging her against me until her tits are pressed against my chest, and there’s not a spare inch of space between us, I fuck her as hard and as ruthlessly as I’ve been craving.
She takes it all, her nails digging into my shoulders, and when a moan slips free from her lips, I fuck her harder until the base of my cock is rubbing against her clit. She’s panting, and I’m out of breath. The bathroom is fucking soaked, but who the fuck cares when I’ve got her in the palm of my hands?
When I’m inside her, I don’t have to worry about where she is. Who might be watching her, just waiting for the opportunity to hurt her.
When I’m inside her, no one else matters.
Her pussy clenches down on me, and she arches her back, clinging to me as desperate whimpers slip past her lips, and it’s only a few seconds before she’s coming again.
I grit my teeth, powering into her, and push my cock balls-deep inside her when my orgasm finally hits. She’s so fucking tight, sucking me in greedily and then refusing to let me go.
I suck in a ragged breath, and she squirms over me, her cheeks flushed and her hair sticking to her wet body.
I reach up and brush the hair back from her face and tighten my hold on her hips.
Tonight, I’ll get her out of my system.
I’ll find a way to finish this.
“Bed. Now.”
LEVI
Is there a special place in hell for men who pluck off a butterfly’s wings to keep her grounded? Make her fall in love and keep her at arm’s length so she’ll never want to leave?
How about the men who lie, cheat, and steal to get what they want? Do they deserve retribution?
Maybe I’m just reading too much into it. Maybe I’ve just officially lost my fucking mind.
My eyes ghost over the bed, taking in the soft form nestled into my side.
Ava looks so innocent when she sleeps. It’s hard to believe she’s here. Her pouty lips, still swollen from my kissing, her parted lips slightly over her even breathing, and her lashes cast shadows over her cheeks. Her hair lies across the pillow, frizzy from my hands. The dark waves form a halo around her face. Like I’ve corrupted an angel in God’s eyes.
Looking at her fucking hurts. Like gutting yourself open from the inside out and watching yourself bleed.
And now I sound like a fucking Hallmark card.
I can’t fucking stand her sometimes, but like hell I’m letting anyone else have her. She’s mine. My little porcelain doll to break. To fuck in every way I’ve been imagining since I laid eyes on her.
