Page 91 of Sinner's Perdition

“Eyes on me,cara.”

I open them, looking at him over my shoulder. His are hooded, almost black from pleasure.

“You’re mine.”

I nod, and he pulls out, thrusting back inside, filling me to the hilt, and my body spasms with my release. It’s agony, it’s divine, it’s boundless pleasure. I lose the notion of time as we give in to the frenzy of our desire. Stretched out, filled, pleasured. On repeat. We exchange the bed for the shower, the shower for the armchair, and the armchair for the bed. A full cycle of fucking. Animals—we’re nothing more than filthy, desperate animals.

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I wake up to him propped up on his elbow, his expression full of wonder and easiness, making my heart flip-flop in my chest. Last night hits me hard, emotions overwhelming me. After yesterday, we both know I could deny it all I want, but I am his. How do I ever detangle my heart from his web? He snuck into my heart, the thief, and reigns there, as if it is his birthright.

He leans in to kiss me, and I surrender, the battle in me dimming. It was not supposed to be like this. Still, I can’t stop it. At least not for now. When we’re this close, all I long for is him, nothing else could replace that.

I dwell in his kiss, in his grip on my heart, hating my weakness but loving this time with him.

“Let’s go somewhere today.”

Say no. Take a step back because your strategy tends to backfire on you.

“Where?”

“It’s a surprise.”

He grins. Who would have thought that his smile, almost boyish with giddiness, would melt me? There is nothing I wouldn’t do to hold on to this, forgetting who he is, forgetting what I need to do.

Take your time, and enjoy it a bit more, because it will end.

He hops off the bed, extending his hand, and I take it. I squeal as he presses me to his hard chest.

“I never thought . . .”

“Thought what?”

“That you could be like this . . .”

“And how am I?”

Incredible. Sweet. Passionate. Wild. Caring. A man I am falling for.

I bite down on my lip, and he lets it be. I have never been more thankful for the reprieve, for gaining back the air in my lungs. This is how I feel when he strips me bare with those eyes of his. Like he wants to replace everything in me with himself.

He changes into a pair of jeans, a shirt, and a leather jacket, looking spectacular, mouthwatering, so damn sexy. I decide on a summer dress.

We drive out of town. The ocean breeze tickles my nostrils.

He parks the car, and I don’t wait as I rush toward the ocean and lift my hands. I turn to find him with his hands in his pockets, his eyes solely on me, and my heart skyrockets and squeezes, a contradiction like me and my feelings for him. I rush to him, and he catches me in his strong arms mid-jump. His hold on me tightens, and he whispers in my ear, “Stay just like this, and all I am, all I have, all I will ever be, I will lay at your feet.”

I kiss him with reckless abandon; the part of me who’s with the love of her life, the man of her dreams, the man she wants to spend her entire life with, utterly happy at hearing what she has dreamed of.

“That’s not fair.”

“My life, my heart, my body, for yours in return.Cara, I am not that fair, even in business.”

I giggle. Do I need freedom when I have him and this illusion of a man who loves me? And there it is, it’s nothing more than a dream and stolen moments.

“Why didn’t you tell me we were coming to the beach? I didn’t bring a bathing suit.”

“Because you rushed from the car before I could tell you.” He tries for a chastising tone, but his eyes still have that dreamy expression. He takes my hand, and it’s now that I discover a beach house on the sand, the only one.

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