Page 92 of Into Temptation

Spinning her around, I coax her to grip the sink as I lift her dress and run my hand over her beautiful arse. I can’t help myself as I smack her rounded cheek.

She springs forward with the force before coming back for more. But that can wait.

Spreading her wide, I enter her pussy slowly, savoring every fucking second. She moans, gripping the sink and arching her back to deepen the angle. I take my time, watching the way my cock slips in and out of her.

She bounces back, taking all of me deeply, and I growl, the feeling beyond words.

Gripping her hips, I increase the tempo, reading her needy mewls as her wanting more. Her body is fervently thrust backward and forward, backward and forward that when she springs back, the sink she’s gripping suddenly detaches from the wall and drops to the floor with a thud.

I catch her from falling, wrapping my arms around her waist and bracing her against the wall. She presses her hands to it while I continue fucking her from behind. Babydoll leans forward to ground herself while I grip her hips and drive into her—hard.

She slams her fist against the wall, shattering the plaster. At this rate, we’re going to destroy the house before I come.

“More,” she demands, flipping her hair and looking over her shoulder at me.

Seeing her flushed cheeks and swollen lips has me picking up the speed. She arches her back, which allows me to hit her deep.

“Fuck! Oh God, you feel so good.”

The house begins to shake around us because I’m far from gentle as I cup her throat and arch her head back so I can kiss the living fuck out of her. I continue pumping my hips, fucking her hard and fast as I chase my release.

She bites over my lip piercing before running her tongue over the sting. She’s hungry for me, and I am for her, and when she convulses, coming with a sated groan, I follow suit and am about to pull out.

But she stops me by reaching around and locking her hand to my hip, forcing me to stay connected with her. “Come inside me.”

I’m too far gone to argue, so with two fierce pumps, I come long and hard. “Fuck!” I growl, the world eclipsed in light as I forget everything but this feeling of utter ecstasy.

When I’m done, I sag against her back, my breathing accelerated, my heart almost soaring from my chest. We stay this way for minutes, both attempting to catch our breaths because that was something else.

Kissing her shoulder, I gently pull out, instantly missing the connection. Babydoll whimpers, revealing she misses the feel of me too.

“Fucking hell,” I pant, looking around at the damage we created. “We destroyed the place.”

A laugh leaves Babydoll as she too looks around the room and the demolished wall we fell through. She turns to face me, her tousled hair and flushed cheeks just getting me hard once again.

Stepping forward, I run my thumb across her plump bottom lip. It’s swollen from when I almost ate her alive. “I didn’t hurt ya?”

She shakes her head timidly. “No, not at all.”

We’re basking in the moment of utter perfection, eyes locked as a single look can say so many things. We’re so lost in one another that when Rory appears, it’s too late to conceal what we just did.

“If you two are done, check yer phones.”

Babydoll gasps, only realizing we’re no longer alone.

She quickly attempts to piece the mesh together to cover her breasts, but uses her arm instead to cover her nudity.

“Rory!” she cries, but he shakes his head firmly, not interested in hearing what she has to say.

My trousers are in the other room, so I discreetly cover my cock, not wanting to rub Rory’s nose in what we just did. Seeing my torn shirt hanging off me is a sure sign that Babydoll and I didn’t just have sex; we fucked like wild animals and loved every second of it.

Rory stands in the doorway, fists bunched by his sides. I won’t stop him if he wants to fight me. I deserve it. He doesn’t say a word, though. He just turns his back and leaves us alone, forcing us to deal with the consequences of our actions.

“Oh, fucking hell, mate,” Cian says as he runs into the room. He too is now privy to what we did. “Can ya put some trousers on?”

“They’re in the other room,” I say, and when Cian sees the broken wall, he sighs.

Babydoll turns her back, covering herself. Her shoulders jolting hint that she’s crying tears of guilt and shame.

“Ya need to sort this out with Rory, but now, we have to go to yer gaff.”

The urgency in his tone has me forgetting everything. “What’s happened?”

When he shakes his head, I remember what Rory said.

Kicking the wall to break through it, I find my trousers and retrieve my phone. There are an abundant number of texts and missed calls. I decide to listen to the voicemail instead. When I do, my entire world crumbles, and I doubt it’ll ever be whole again.

“Punky, it’s me. They’re go-gone. He…took them. Pl-please help me. I’m hurt…really bad.” And the line goes dead. The caller is Hannah, and there’s no guessing whoheis.

And just like that, our perfection is blown to utter shite.

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