Page 53 of Sinful Desires

“I need to see you.” Just as the words left his mouth, the room lit up around us and he backed me into the wall, a hand on my waist, and the other on the wall behind me.

I could only imagine what I looked like right now. My face was most-likely red, my hair in disarray, and I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a hickey or two on my body somewhere.

“Hold on tight,” he ordered. “I’m going to take my hand off the wall for a moment.” Biting my lower lip, I nodded and did as he said. His brown eyes were glazed, lips swollen and pink, and he had a pink tint to his face. He was fucking gorgeous. Maybe turning on the light was the best thing he could have done. Seeing him like this turned me on even more.

Removing his hand from the wall, he used it to stroke himself a few times before lining his cock up at my entrance and sliding in with ease, burying himself to the hilt. Our chests rose and fell in synchronization as the want and pleasure became too much.

“Choke me,” I begged, bucking my hips against him to deepen him. A groan tore from his throat and without hesitation, his hand moved to my neck where he tightened his grip around it.

His hungry gaze roamed over me as my air supply was cut short. “You are so fucking sexy,” he muttered before he slowly started to rock his hips against me. He felt amazing inside of me, but I wasn’t about to boost his ego by telling him that. My breath came out in small, shallow pants as he choked me.

“Cut off my air supply completely,” I urged, desperate for him to fuck me how my body craved. “And fuck me hard and rough.” Something flashed across his face before he tightened his grip around my neck, doing as I requested. Reeling his hips back he rammed into me, making my back hit the wall. Pain slithered up my spine, making my nails tear into his shoulders.

My breasts bounced with each thrust and his gaze drifted down to them as he examined every inch of my body. “Fuck, Aspen,” he groaned; the sound of my name on his lips making my core tighten. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to let you go.”

Black dots started to dance around the edge of my vision as my body stepped in and out of consciousness. Tapping his bicep, he released the grip he had on my throat, and I sucked in a sharp breath of air. Hell, I would have let him fuck me until I passed out, but I wanted to remember all of this.

“Harder,” I demanded through pants.

Tearing out of me, I didn’t even have time to process what was happening before he grabbed me by the arm and jerked me across the room. He shoved me down so that I was bent over his dresser, the cool wood pressing into my chest and stomach. This time, there was no warning before he entered me so deep and hard that a scream left me. My fingers found the edge of the dresser and I held onto it for dear life as it rocked back and forth beneath us.

“Is this hard enough for you?” he growled, a hard slap echoing throughout the room as his hand came down on my ass. A yelp tumbled from my lips, followed by the pulsing of my pussy. When I didn’t say anything, he leaned forward, grabbing me by the hair and forcing my neck back. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” I admitted.

“Louder.”

I didn’t know he could be like this. It was a huge contrast to the boy he seemed to be, but I was here for it. His grip tightened in my hair, causing my scalp to burn. Tears sprung to my eyes on impact, but they didn’t fall.

“Louder,” he growled, slamming his hips against my ass and making me moan.

“I’m not your little bitch, Collin.” I smirked back at him and noted the grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. Releasing my hair, he slammed my head down into the dresser, holding it there with his hand as he continued to fuck me hard and mercilessly.

With his other hand, he lifted my leg and planted it on the dresser, giving him easier access. My core clenched around him, a series of moans leaving me. I was sure that everyone in the hall could hear us, but I couldn’t find it in me to care right now.

“Fuck, Collin,” I whined as I fluttered around him, my release erupting through me, making my core do that weird thing again.

His breathing changed into ragged pants as he neared his own release. His body trembled from behind me, and I could feel the warmth of his cum fill the condom. He stilled inside me, both of just laying there as we attempted to catch our breaths.

“Now I’m tired,” I admitted.

He laughed and pulled out of me. Cold air instantly greeted me, and a shiver wracked through my body. Pushing myself away from the dresser, I turned to face him with shaky legs. His head was bowed as he took the condom off and moved to toss it in the bathroom trash.

Wrapping my arms around myself, I drifted over to the bed, not caring that I was naked before climbing beneath the warm comforter.

I didn’t wait for him to turn the light off before closing my eyes. At some point while I was on the edge of falling into the darkness and still remaining conscious, I felt his arm snake around me and tug me into his hard body. My ass pressed against his boxers.

When sleep consumed me, for once…I wasn’t plagued with bad memories or nightmares.

The sound of angry voices echoed throughout the room. Stirring, I furrowed my eyebrows before cracking my eyes open.

“You’re going to wake her up,” Collin whispered loudly.

“Are you serious right now?” Another voice snapped back, not heeding Collin’s warning about waking me. The voice was familiar, but I couldn’t place who it belonged to.

Rubbing my eyes with the palms of my hands, I brought myself into a sitting position. Clutching the blanket to my chest, the cold air attacked my shoulders and neck. My eyes slowly adjusted to my surroundings and my gaze snapped to the door where Foster, Hunter, and Myles stood—all wearing matching looks of anger and disbelief.

My throat tightened as I was reminded of the cellar. It had been dark. Cold. Wet. I was so hungry and thirsty, I might have drank from a dirty pond had the opportunity presented itself. I couldn’t go back there.

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