Page 65 of Sinful Enemy

“You’re not being fair.”

“There’s nothing fair about this.”

My thighs clenched, hearing his retort. Using my defenses against me, he started rubbing my clit.

“What’s wrong, sugar? Where’s your smart-ass mouth? Huh? Where’s my tough city girl now? I guess she’s not so strong when she wants something from me, knowing I’m the only man who can give it to her.”

Hating his overinflated ego, I argued, “Plenty of men have given it to me.”

He loudly growled from deep within his chest, continuing his sweet torture on my nub. I was so unbelievably torn between what was right and wrong. I may have hated him, but my body seemed to love him.

I needed him to hear it. “I’m not yours, and I never will be.”

“Fine,” he bit in a hard-edged tone. “I’ll just own your pussy in the meantime because I have no intention of letting you leaveourhome.”

“I don’t care what your intentions are. I’m leaving after the baby is born.”

“We’ll see,” he mocked in a condescending tone. “Home is where the heart is, and your heart belongs to me.” Pushing my panties to the side, he slid two fingers inside me, and I didn’t hesitate to ride his hand.

“Ahhhh…” I panted, knowing this wouldn’t take long.

When his finger glided back to my clit, I released a heady moan, my body once again betraying my mind. His predatory regard watched my every move in a primal way. There was so much emotion behind his penetrating stare, and I was aware it probably mirrored mine, further proving his point that I truly was his. At that moment, there was no need for words. Our eyes spoke for themselves as his fingers began to really caress me.

My mouth parted, and he placed his forehead on top of mine, his lips inches away from my mouth.

I could feel his erection.

Inhale his musky scent.

He backed me against the kitchen counter, and I was a little worried that Adele would walk in and see us, but my sense was long gone, and in its place was my need for him.

I felt him everywhere, and all he did was rub my clit. His fingers were soft yet demanding, controlling yet eager, and so fucking consuming. He broke my heart, but a huge part of me felt like it didn’t matter—this man owned my soul.

Completely.

Looking into his eyes, I erratically breathed out, “Ledger.” Trying to catch my next breath.

My thoughts.

My words.

They all seemed to be intertwined with one another.

I shuddered against him, melting into his touch, wanting to kiss him.

Why isn’t he kissing me?

I refused to demand it.

His rough, callused fingers played me like he knew my body more than I did. I hadn’t been with anyone since the night we made our baby girl, so to have him in this way again was a whirlwind of emotions and consequences.

I mean, can it get any worse?

I was already pregnant with his kid.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he drawled in a husky tone. “Your pussy is always so responsive for me. I love that about you.”

Did he just say he loved me?

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