Page 129 of Sinner's Perdition

“Nothing will.”

And I hope it won’t take long until he realizes we deserve another chance.

But if I have to show him, I can give as good as I get, and if he insists on being a dick, I can grow one, and it will be even bigger than his, metaphorically speaking. And now I am horny thinking of his dick. Vicious man, vicious cycle. He stands up and plops in another seat.

I play cards with Cameron to pass the time, and he whispers, “Are you mad at him?”

“I could stab him.”

“I know a better way to make him pay.”

He takes his shirt off, looking all toned and displaying an eight pack. He winks at me, and I giggle.

“Are you up for it?”

I nod, too eager for my husband to react.

“Put something on, Cam, or I swear I will throw you out the window.”

But he ignores him, and we continue playing, but it’s distracting with his naked chest. What do these guys do, spend hours a day working out?

“Your turn.”

I’m just wearing a dress. And if this plan backfires, I am so screwed. I am not even wearing a bra, just a flimsy thong.

He mouths at me, “Trust me.” I stand up on shaky legs, and Cato is already on his feet.

“Do it,” he dares me.

Instead of stopping the game, he encourages it. I sigh, knowing this is not how we fix us. His eyebrows draw together. If he wants to play, let’s do this. I inch my dress up.

“I’m doing it.”

His eyes trail my fingers, burning the path I uncover. The milliseconds tick by as if they were hours.

He doesn’t love me. This is my last thought as I close my eyes and let this happen, only for Cato to shove the dress down and drag me away.

“You would have undressed?” His chest heaves.

“Yes.” I straighten my shoulders.

“Why?”

His nostrils flare and I rise to my toes. “To get a reaction out of you.”

He growls, grabs my hand, and I stumble, following after him.

He yanks and shuts the door to another cabin behind us, which is a small bedroom, backing me into the door. Burying his face in the crook of my neck, he grazes his teeth up and down my pulse. I feel his mad lust and raw obsession in every touch, lick, nip.

He rips my panties, pushing three fingers in me at once, and my moans roll over my tongue. I grip his shoulders, throwing my head back. The sounds of my wetness reverberate with his low groans. With his other hand, he unbuckles himself, and his cock is ready and angry. I can’t wait to feel it inside me.

“I would have killed him. Do you want me to kill my best friend? You make me insane.”

“I want you to accept and acknowledge you can’t and don’t want to be without me.”

His eyes take on a wild haze. His entire posture carved in pure need and lust. He bites my neck and thrusts into me at the same time. I claw my nails into his back, my vision blurring with intensity. He sets my body on fire, and I’ll gladly burn to embers. Nothing compares to him buried to the hilt in me, feeling every ridge, every vein, taking all of him—filling me, spreading me, consuming me.

I try to suppress my moans, but he growls. “I’m going to make you scream my name so loud, even the pilot will hear you.”

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