Page 58 of Sin Bin Daddies
She nods.
“Show me,” I murmur, low and commanding.
She hesitates for half a second before reaching for the hem of her shirt and tugging it up.
Damn.
Her skin is covered in faint bruises, scattered across the left side of her chest, deep enough that I know whoever did it was too caught up to stop.
The right side? Barely marked.
I drag my thumb over the unmarked skin, watching her nipples harden under my touch. My cock throbs, already aching, already so fucking hard I can barely think.
“This side isn’t as marked,” I murmur.
She nods slowly, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.
I lick my lips, my blood running too hot, my pulse hammering against my ribs.
I trace my fingers over the curve of her breast, watching her skin pebble, watching her lips part on a shaky exhale.
“So fucking pretty,” I mutter.
She makes a soft sound, something breathless, needy. And I’m gone.
I grab her, crashing my mouth to hers, kissing her deep and slow, dragging her flush against me. She melts instantly, her arms wrapping around my neck, pressing her body to mine.
I back her against the counter, my grip tightening, my fingers mapping every inch of her like she belongs to me.
Because after this?
She fucking does.
“Ford,” she breathes, her voice so goddamn wrecked.
I hum against her skin, pressing down with my tongue, feeling the way her body reacts, her muscles tightening, her breath catching.
She’s sensitive, her bruises still fresh, and I want to leave more, want her body to wear my marks the way she already wears his.
She lets out a broken moan, and my cock twitches, straining against my boxers.
I move lower, my mouth trailing over her ribs, my hands gripping her waist, pressing my thumbs into her hip bones. She’s so soft, so warm, and I could stay here forever, licking and biting and sucking until she’s nothing but gasping breaths and shaking limbs.
Then she moves.
Her fingers drift down, grazing my cock through my shorts, and I fucking whimper.
I squeeze my eyes shut, my grip tightening on her, trying to keep myself from losing it completely.
“Be careful,” I rasp, my breath coming in harsh pants.
She giggles, her lips brushing my jaw. “Or what?”
Her teeth graze my skin, nipping at the stubble on my jawline. I grab her wrists, pinning them above her head as I press her back against the counter.
“You really want to test me right now, angel?” I growl, my knee slotting between hers, pressing up against the heat of her.
She lets out a soft whimper, her lashes fluttering, and fuck, she’s so pretty like this.
