Page 130 of Sinner's Perdition

This shouldn’t turn me on the way it does. He’s a savage thrusting in and out of me, rocking his hips, pumping all he has into me. I take it all, licking the vein on his neck, grazing my nails over his corded body. I’m feverish with the pleasure he ignites, the pleasure only he can give me.

“You grip me so tight like your pussy wants to keep me inside and never let me go . . .”

I meet every thrust, push back. He’s so deep, so hard, so big, a shudder skitters down my spine. I moan, grasping for air, wanting everything he can give me and more. My arms lock around his neck, needing to be tethered to him while he sends me straight to the sky, I could kiss the clouds.

“Such a tight pussy, struggling to take all of me yet greedy for more.”

I know the mischievous glint in his eyes. He brings me higher and higher, and my body constricts in that telling way I’m going to soak us.

I thread my hand through his hair, fisting the ends. “Don’t . . . please . . . oh my God.”

He cups my face and slams his lips on me in a punishing kiss. “Flood my fucking cock. I want you to drench me in your juices.”

My release bursts through, and I let go, screaming his name until my throat goes hoarse, and he spills inside me. His breath fans my neck, and I remain perfectly still. He presses a lingering kiss that turns my heart into cotton candy, but then he has to open that mouth of his.

“Sign the papers.”

He was just inside me, and I am still coming down from my blissful high, and that’s what he has in mind?

I’m angry but even more disappointed.

“Get out.” My voice breaks, and my fingers shake, but I won’t let him see my tears. “Get the fuck out,” I scream, and he storms away. I slide down the door and drop onto my ass.

Am I a masochist? We made love, and for a few blissful moments afterward, we were honest, we were real, and we shared a connection. He has been desperate to build that connection, but my betrayal destroyed it. And maybe I can’t change that.

Love makes you bleed, bares your soul, and it will still demand more. A knock takes me out of my disarrayed thoughts.

“It’s me,” Alessandra says, coming inside and I scoot myself up.

“I had to share my earplugs with Cameron.”

I blush from head to toe, only to break down again.

“I lost him.”

She hugs me. “If he’s this stupid to let you go, then he doesn’t deserve you.”

I can’t shake the impression she’s not talking solely about my situation.

“I don’t even know what I am doing, where I am going.”

“You’re a doctor, and your place is in a hospital, doing what you love. All the rest will sort itself out. And if anyone can pull strings it’s them.”

She nods, a pensive expression covering her face. Done with this pity party for two anguished souls, I force a smile on my face.

Climbing into bed, we watch a comedy and fall asleep.

It’s Cameron who wakes us up when we land in Boston. In the van, Aurora smiles at Alessandra. “Come live with us for a while.”

“I don’t want to impose.”

“No, you won’t.”

I suppress a smile. At any moment, Kieran’s vein will pop.

“Thank you.”

“Nonsense,” she insists. If there is one person who is genuine and too good for this world, it’s her. It’s like she counterbalances him.

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