Page 72 of Sinful Desires

I wasn’t sure what I was doing. My head wasn’t acting right and as much as it pained me, she was growing on me somewhat. Sometimes, I enjoyed the way she fought back. I enjoyed how confident she was in her body and how she didn’t let petty things get her down—how she didn’t let us get her down. There was no telling why I targeted her in the first place. Maybe it was easy. She was the new girl, she had a history with Myles, and she had Collin drooling at her feet.

Her offer from yesterday bounced around my skull. If you want to see them, all you have to do is ask. I suppose if I wanted to see a pair of tits, I could just go to club Euphoria. But somehow, this felt different.

Inclining my head toward the bra, I said, “Put it on.”

Confusion washed over her features as she reluctantly put the undergarment beneath her shirt where it was no longer visible.

“No,” I said, causing her movements to halt. Her eyebrows furrowed as she worked to comprehend what it was I wanted. Truthfully, I didn’t have an answer to that. “Take your top off and put it on.”

Her head reeled back, and her eyes widened at the request. “Y-your serious?” If I could take a picture of her facial expression right now, I would.

I shrugged. “You tell me. Does your offer from last night still stand?”

A small, surprised laugh escaped her plump lips as she searched my face for any sign that this was some kind of joke. “I wasn’t serious,” she admitted.

“Then is that a no?”

Hesitantly, she shook her head. Removing the bra from beneath her shirt, she sat it on the bed beside her before kicking her legs over the edge and rising. My heart pounded to a deadly tune as she inched toward me, uncertainty gripping her features.

As if sensing how on edge this was making me, she stopped a foot away and tilted her head. “Is this okay?” When I nodded, the corner of her mouth kicked up and the hesitance faded from her expression. Dropping her hands to the hem of her shirt, she started to peel it up her body. My gaze watched as it moved up her ribs until it reached the bottom of her breasts that continued to remain hidden beneath the tight shirt she wore.

Sucking in a shaky breath, I nodded, encouraging her. In one swift motion, she tugged the shirt off, revealing her tits to me. My cock instantly strained against my sweats as my gaze swept across her pink nipples. It was taking everything in me to keep my face neutral. She had a body that women would pay thousands for. Did she even know how sexy she was? With confidence like that, she had to.

“Do you want to touch me?” she queried in a breathy voice that had a groan attempting to get free. Swallowing it down, I hesitated, trying to weigh my options. I wasn’t sure if I could reject that offer right now.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I found myself moving forward, closing the small space of distance between us. All she had to do was breathe in heavily and we’d be chest to chest.

“Don’t move,” I whispered.

My hands trembled slightly as I brought one to her hip. My fingertips brushed against the exposed skin of her side, eliciting a shiver from her body, but she remained still as I instructed.

When I was confident she wouldn’t touch me, I brought my free hand to the underside of her breast, not quite touching the body part yet. She trembled in my hold, making it known that she was finding it hard to keep her hands to herself. For some reason, the thought of her hands roaming over my chest didn’t repulse me. But I also wasn’t ready to take that step with anyone yet.

“Just touch me already,” she snapped impatiently.

A breath of laughter escaped me, surprising even myself. But I obeyed, wrapping my hand around the breast. It was softer than expected. Closing my fingers around it, I tested it within my grasp. Aspen sucked in a sharp breath, forcing my eyes to hers. Her lower lip was caught between her teeth as she watched me with hooded eyes.

“How did Collin fuck you?” I asked suddenly. If I couldn’t fuck her, then I’d live through her sex life right now.

She looked at me like I was deranged. When my thumb scraped across her hardened pebble, she sucked in a sharp breath and shuddered.

“On the bed. Against the wall. Over his dresser. Hard, ruthless, and fast.” The words were almost a whisper, her cheeks tinted as her own arousal consumed her.

“Do you want to fuck him again?”

She hesitated, a frown curving her lips downward as she processed my question. Taking my other hand, I moved it to the opposite breast and started massaging that one too. “No,” she finally said, surprising me.

“What about Hunter?” I’d seen the way they looked at each other every now and then, and I found it hard to believe that they hadn’t done anything or hadn’t thought about it. She shook her head and my heart rate accelerated. “Myles?”

This earned a snort from her. “I’d rather die than ever let that fucker touch me.”

“Me?”

All amusement fled from her features as she stared back at me. I’d never go anywhere near her dirty cunt, but I wanted to see what she’d say. Tits, I could handle. They were just fatty tissue that happened to look appealing on a feminine body.

“You don’t fuck,” she pointed out, arching an eyebrow. “And virgins aren’t really my type.”

The corner of my mouth kicked up in amusement. “And why’s that?”

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