Page 76 of Filthy Rich Temptation
I twist my hand, tucking my thumb in and sliding deeper. Her cry comes from the very heart of her, her walls clenching around me. I can feel every flutter of muscle, every subtle shift in her body as she takes me in to the knuckle then more.
‘Yes, yes— yes!’ She rocks back and explodes, her pleasure flooding my mouth and my groin.
Jesus H Christ.I tense, my entire body strung tight as my cock kicks against the waistband of my trousers, desperate for relief, but I swallow it down. Her taste still on my tongue, her body still pulsing. I hold steady until she’s spent. Limp, twitching, flushed.
I rise and lift her into my arms. She curls into me, her face buried into my throat, and my heart pounds within my chest. Emotions clogging up every channel within me, and I’m scared to identify a single one.
I carry her down the hall, my cock aching, my balls drawn tight. I kick open her door and one look at her bed has me freezing on the threshold.
‘This is where I say goodnight.’
She blinks up at me as I set her down. ‘Are you not…’ she starts and I shake my head. ‘But you didn’t…?’
‘No.’ It comes out harsher than I’d like and I brush my knuckles along her cheek. ‘That wasn’t the deal.’
Then I turn and walk before I break it and break myself in the process.
Because it’s one thing to give her pleasure when she’s under my protection, but another to take it.
Yeah, you think Taylor’s going to give a fuck about semantics, especially when Sadie was high on champagne too.
And do you really think it’s Taylor you’re worrying about?
Don’t you think the problem rides a little closer to home?
Your heart, your pain, your mistake…
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
I rake a hand through my hair and my nostrils flare with her scent. My cock threatening to shoot its load regardless – shower,now.
I stride into my bedroom, strip my tee and toss my phone onto the bed. I’m entering the bathroom when the thing starts to vibrate on the sheets and my head snaps around. Who the hell would ring at this hour?
It’s set to DND after midnight, and I can count on one hand the number of people who can get through that status:
Mum. Axel. Taylor. Jake.
And Jake wouldn’t dare call me at this hour. Not if he still wanted his head come morning.
Which can only mean one thing.
Something’s happened.
And it’s bad.
I cross the room and snatch it up, half-expecting to see Taylor’s name flashing up at me, ready to give me an earful for something she can’t possibly know about yet.
But it’s not Taylor. A chill runs down my spine as I swipe to answer.
‘Axel, what is it?’
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SADIE
I wake up hungover and happy. Any normal day, that wouldn’t be possible. But today isn’t normal. And the clit-pulsing, head-throbbing conflict going on in my body doesn’t know whether to moan or groan.
Because no matter how much my head is cursing the second or was it the third bottle of champagne –thank you, sis!– my lower belly is all about the memory of what Theo did.
