Page 4 of Wedlocked

Sabrina

What the fuck was I doing? And yet, even as I questioned my sanity, adrenaline poured through my veins right alongside lust, reminding me just how alive I felt.

Ethan exposed my deepest, darkest desire to be noticed, venerated even, his approval making me soaking wet. That his eyes seemed to drink my body in like a man dying of thirst sent even more moisture between my thighs.

I knew exactly where he could quench his dehydration!

Not even the fact I’d seen him with two other women could deprive me of what I wanted. The fact I was a Costa who had to preserve my virginity was the only thing depriving me of that.

“So,” he said roughly. “Tell me what you want from me in return?”

Other than his thick, monstrous cock deep inside me? I shuddered. No, impossible. I really did have to stay a virgin for my future mobster husband or my life would likely be forfeited. Besides, Ethan’s cock would never fit inside me, no matter how much welcoming lubrication soaked my core.

“You already have your clothes off,” I said huskily, trying not to stare at the hypnotizing tribal ink on his upper thighs, or his big thick cock sitting in-between like a serpent ready to strike. That he was broad shouldered and corded with muscle, a six pack rippling faintly across his flat belly and showcasing his strength made my insides cramp and my temperature soar. “So I don’t need to ask you to strip.”

“I can think of a lot of other things we could be—”

“What are you celebrating tonight?” I interjected quickly, before I chickened out and decided this was a bad idea, after all.

A frown darkened his face and, even without the scar cutting across his jaw, cold cruelty lurked beneath his dark stare. It was that side of him I’d never wanted to see.

“Why does that matter?” he asked, his voice a low, accusatory growl.

Shit. I blinked. I needed to distract him, and fast. Unhooking my bra and dropping it to the floor, my unfettered breasts bounced free, my pink nipples tightening. At this point, the possibility of losing my virginity far outweighed the possibility of losing my life.

“It doesn’t matter,” I answered with a husky laugh, even as I climbed onto his chair, my knees bracing either side of his thick, muscled thighs while I looped my arms behind his head. “I was just curious, that’s all. You seem to prefer celebrating alone.”

“Except I’m not alone, am I?”

I managed to titter nervously, my breasts jiggling. But though his dark eyes barely warmed, his smile was strained as he reached for me and sealed his mouth across mine. I moaned then, forgetting about everything but our scorching chemistry as electricity danced between us.

I wasn’t a skilled kisser by any stretch of the imagination, but even I recognized talent as he pillaged my mouth, the faint taste of whiskey on his lips while his tantalizingly crisp citrus and marine aftershave filled my nostrils. It wasn’t until his big hands locked onto my hips, his calloused fingertips digging into my ass cheeks that it registered in my foggy, lust-fueled brain that I needed to stop.

I came here for information. At this rate, I’d be leaving emptyhanded and with a broken hymen for my trouble.

Better than not leaving at all.

Any hint of me being a virgin and my deceit would be exposed. And then it would only be a matter of time before Ethan dragged the truth out of me. Whether I survived his vengeance after that was…doubtful.

He paused, then peeled his lips away from mine, his scorching eyes holding my stare. “Is something wrong?”

I swallowed hard. “Of course nothing’s wrong,” I managed. “It’s just—“

“Yes?” he prompted, one dark eyebrow cocked and his even darker eyes glinting with a mix of blatant curiosity and barely veiled impatience.

“If you really want to know,” I said, using my best timid voice, though that wasn’t hard when every cell in my body told me he wasn’t buying my performance. “My mama taught me values, and it’d kill her three times over again to know I’m now selling my body to pay my bills.”

“So prostitution is a recent venture?” I gave him a jerky nod. “And your mother is dead?” he asked softly and with such unguarded intensity I was glad I didn’t have to put on another act. My emotions were all too real.

Tears welled. “Yes, she died when I was twelve.” The pain of her death still invaded my dreams at the smallest provocation. “It’s just my dad and my older brother now.”

“And they know what you do?’

Oh, crap. I nodded jerkily, already caught up in the tangle of my own lies.

His brilliant obsidian stare narrowed and I resisted squirming as he seemingly deciphered all my thoughts…my treachery and lies. “If they loved you they would never allow you to sell your body.” Whatever empathy he’d had seemed to dissolve, his eyes sharpening. “Who sent you here?” he growled. “The O’Malleys? The Accardis?” He inhaled sharply. “The Costas?”

My insides cramped and my heart fluttered. I should have known better than to come here and imagine I’d uncover information. This man bristled with feral energy, his cock quivering beneath me as I sat on him with my breasts hanging in his face.

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