Page 66 of Billionaire's Sins
"You should have told me, Eve."
"I don’t regret it." She sets her jaw.
I purse my lips, not wanting to reveal what is on my mind. How can I? When she has given me something so unexpected. Something that affects me so deeply… But I cannot let that stop me. I need to put distance between myself and what I had done. I need time to work out what I want to do in life. It's not fair on her that I stay, not when I am so confused about who I am, and what I want for myself. If I am not clear about my path, how can I ever do justice to whatever is there between us?
It's why I need her to believe the worst of me… Fuck me, but I need her to forget that she ever met me. It is the only way I can leave, safe in the knowledge that I am not leaving her hanging in limbo.
No one knows that better than me. The days and nights when I had been taken and kept bound, not knowing if I was going to make it out of there alive… Not seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. That was the worst. I’d never want her to go through that.
I shouldn’t have come here, but I did, and now I have to make sure that I complete what I started.
"That’s good, I suppose." I smother the voice inside calling me a liar.
"It is?" She frowns.
"Virginity is so overrated anyway."
30
Ava
"What?" I stare up at him. "What the hell did you say?"
"You heard me." His lips twist in a smirk that is Edward, and yet, it isn’t.
"What do you mean, Ed?"
"I mean..." He pulls out of me, then thrusts forward with just enough force that my entire body jolts. Tendrils of heat shudder out from the impact. My pussy clenches around his dick. Moisture pools in my core and my nipples tighten.
"Oh, god," I groan.
"That too." He stares at me with such burning intensity that my chest tightens. "But what I was going to say is that you had to give up your virginity some time. May as well have been to a man of God, right?"
Something hot stabs at my chest. My vision tunnels. Before I can stop myself, I snake out my palm, which connects with his cheek.
His face snaps back. The thud of the slap echoes around the room.
There’s silence. Then thunder rumbles in the distance. Lightning flashes outside. The brightness illuminates his features for a second, highlighting the hollows under his cheekbones, the darkness that rings his eyes. For a second, he looks feral and wild…so unlike the quiet, if dominant, man I’ve come to know.
But do I? Do I know him at all?
I only met him a week ago and fell for him. I’d known there was more to him than the front he presented to the world, but at that time, I’d put it down to the fact that behind his guise as a priest there was a passionate man, someone who felt so deeply; someone who, when he'd finally admit his feelings for me, would burn me up with his passion.
And right now, watching him, I know I was right all along. Behind that civilized veneer is a beast… someone who I have no clue about, someone I do not know at all.
"Edward—"
"Shut up," he barks.
I gape. "What are you—?"
"I told you to keep quiet, didn’t I?" he growls as he pulls out of me, then plunges forward. His dick fills me, stretches me, and his balls slap against my inner thighs. The crown of his cock hits that secret spot deep inside of me and I cry out.
Above me, he tenses, then begins to move. He saws in and out of me, in and out. Each time he pushes in, his shaft hits that spot, again and again. Goosebumps pop on my skin. My nipples tighten into hard nubs of agony, my pussy clenches down on his shaft, and he groans. He tilts his hips, propels forward with enough force that the entire bed frame shakes. The headboard slams into the wall and vibrations of heat and lust shoot up my spine. "Omigod, I am going to—"
"Come for me," he snarls. "Come all over my cock."
His voice shoves me over the edge and I shatter. Moisture gushes out from between my legs and my body bucks. I throw my head back as the climax overwhelms me. When I open my eyes, he’s above me, watching me, tracking my every reaction.
