Page 20 of Sinful Hearts

“Oh?What, pray tell, is interesting?”

“It just seems like you’ve put alotof thought into the mechanics of, and situations involving, fucking me.”

Her pale face turns crimson in half a second, her eyes widening as her mouth forms a little “O” shape.

“Fuck off, Hades.”

She storms past me to the door.

“Oh, and Ice Queen?”

She tenses in the open doorway, turning back to glare at me.

I just grin. “Next time you’re thinking about me—”

“Ido notthink about—”

“Just know that I could make you come harder than you’ve ever come in your life with just one finger.”

She stares at me, face bright red and fuming as I grin at her.

“Which finger would that be?” She smirks as she brings a hand up. “This one?”

Elsa’s middle finger stands stiffly up in the air, a tight grin on her lips, before she whirls and storms out the door.

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I startleas consciousness rips me from the haze I was just swimming in. Groaning, I stretch under the sheet, feeling the sort of ache in my muscles that can only come from a marathon fuck. My lips curl hungrily as I feel my cock thickening heavily against my thigh.

Why stop now?

With a savage grind of my jaw, I roll over to spread her legs and sink myself back into the outrageously pretty, eager, dripping, tight little pussy that’s been draining my balls all evening. But I stop short with a start when I realize the bed next to me is empty.

My eyes open blearily as I fully wake up. Scowling, I scan the room. But it’s empty. And the door to the ensuite bathroom is open, with the lights off.

Shit.

I sit up, glaring at her side of the bed. My hand lands on the sheets, and I frown.

Still warm. She hasn’t been gone long.

For a second, I almost jump from the bed and chase after her. But then I stop myself, rolling my eyes.

I don’t chase women. Even a woman who arguably just reset the bar about a mile higher in terms of my own definition of good sex.

I allow a smile to creep over my jaw as I drop back to the pillows, shoving my fingers through my hair.

Fuck, that was good. Really good. Like, “four marathon rounds and I still want more” good.

And Ineverwant more from a woman, even if the sex is fantastic. I just don’t. I don’t chase. I don’t call later, or make plans for the next time.

I fuck, I leave.

Veni. Vidi. Vici.

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