Page 78 of Heart Sick

“Answer me.”

“Why do you care?” she says, giving me a lap dance which she learned from the devil. “You’re clearly repulsed by me.”

“Excuse me?”

“Every time we touch, you look like you want to run a mile.”

I knew she felt rejected, but given the circumstances, it wasn’t the right time.

“The cops had no issues touching me, however.”

A growl explodes from me, which only spurs Luna on.

“Reynolds, I think his name was, he paid me one hundred dollars to watch me touch my—”

But I don’t want to hear it.

Before she can continue, I seize her hips—hard. A gasp escapes her.

“I was trying to be a gentleman. I didn’t want to take advantage of you,” I explain, my grip on her only tightening.

Her skin is hot and slick with sweat, and I want to lick every inch of her.

“Bullshit,” she stubbornly argues, shaking her head. “You don’t trust me, do you? I can see it in your eyes. You look at me like you’re trying to solve a puzzle. Is that what I am to you? A means to an end? You think I hold some miracle cure to what’s wrong with you?”

She turns over her shoulder, and when our eyes lock, we pass the point of no return.

“But maybe you’re just fucking crazy, after all.”

She’s baiting me and it’s working.

I am going to fucking destroy her.

I grip her by the throat and force her to stand. I don’t care if the angle is painful for her. She’s a big girl, and she wants this as much as me. I walk her toward the wall and slam her back into it. She doesn’t fight me. She merely challenges me with those wicked eyes.

“You’re right. I don’t trust you,” I snarl, feeling her swallow as I tighten my grip around her throat. “I don’t know who you are.”

“Join the club,” she spits, hatred swirling in her eyes. “But I must be insane to like you!”

“Seems we’re just as crazy as the other then.”

And those are the last words I intend to speak when I rob Luna of air as I slam my mouth to hers.

She tries to fight me off, but it’s weak, and soon, she is yielding to my kisses. I release her throat, only to yank her arms above her head and secure them in one hand. I press my body to hers, keeping her prisoner because I have no intention of ever letting her go.

I’m hard, and I rub my cock against her, wanting her to realize how much Idowant her.

Kissing her is like a fucking drug and when I suck on her tongue, a whimper leaves her and her knees buckle. I wonder if this is the first kiss Luna remembers—you always remember your first and I plan on being her last because I want this woman more than I need air to breathe.

Regardless of the fact I don’t trust her, I know that now that I have a taste, I’ll never be able to go back. Her mouth is a heady combination of heaven and hell because she has the power to ruin me, and I’ll happily sacrifice it all for just one more taste.

She bites my bottom lip and licks away the sting. Such passion coupled with tenderness reveals Luna feels this too. Our chemistry has always been strong, but kissing one another has only intensified the madness.

Reaching down, I rip the front of Luna’s bra, her bountiful breasts spilling free. I don’t wait and cup them in my hand. Her nipples are ripe and I circle them with the tips of my fingers. She has a delicious small peach-shaped freckle on her left breast which I want in my mouth.

Breaking our kiss, I do just that.

I circle her nipple with my tongue before licking over the freckle slowly. Her hands are still snared in mine, which frustrates her as she tries to break free. But her desperation is like the most potent drug to me and I continue the onslaught on her hot body.

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