Page 190 of Heresy

“Take them off,” he demands.

I can barely breathe out a simple question, my heart is beating too hard. “What?”

“Those fucking clothes. And when you’re done doing that I’ll shred them so that you can never hide behind them again.”

It’s impossible to do what he wants. I can barely move. My modesty takes over. “Turn around.”

A single shake of his head.

“No. Take them off while I’m watching. I own that body now. I get to enjoy it.”

Opening my mouth to argue, I’m at a loss for even the first word.

He might be right about owning me, my heart at least, but I still won’t surrender without a challenge.

“Take them off your damn self.”

He arches a brow. “If I do it, just know that I’ll take charge of everything that occurs after.”

I tilt my chin in defiance.

“Just remember, little girl, you asked for it. I won’t go easy on you this time.”

He was going easy last time?

My legs still ache from the night we slept together, my body warming up in memory of how he made me feel then.

Shane doesn’t give me a chance to argue again. In one second, I am six feet away from him, and in the next, I’m under him as he unbuttons and yanks my jeans and panties off my legs, my arms flying up as he pulls my shirt off then reaches down to make quick work of my bra.

I think he’ll kiss me first, but instead, he grabs me beneath one knee to bend it and shove my legs apart, the thumb of his other hand rubbing my clit before he shoves two fingers inside me.

Bracing because I don’t think I’m ready, a moan falls over my lips.

My mind may still be catching up, but my body was prepared for him. I’m soaking and he’s taking advantage, his fingers thrusting in and out of me with slow, strong strokes, the tips curling just enough to tease me on the inside.

Mouth brushing my ear, the rough edges of his voice reduce me to pathetic tremors.

“I think you like to play a little too much. By the time I’m done with you, that halo you like to wear will be long gone.”

He pulls his hand away, pushes up to his knees then grabs his cock. His other hand goes to the back of my neck, pulling forward.

Happily I accept, my tongue teasing the head of his dick before he pushes fully into my mouth.

It takes effort to take all of him at once, and I cough a little, my gag reflex kicking in. He pulls back as my mouth finds the shape of him, my teeth barely scraping the skin as my tongue slides along to taste this part of him.

Fingers gripping into my hair, he moves his hips, fucking my face yet somehow making me like it.

It’s the sounds crawling up his throat that seduce me the most, the knowledge that I can do to him what he’s already proven he does to me.

“Fuck, Brin, I can’t—”

He pulls out suddenly then tugs me up by my hair until we’re both on our knees, his mouth claiming mine as his hand takes hold of my breast and squeezes tight. I gasp, and he swallows it, releasing his hold just enough that the sudden shock of pain becomes pulsing pleasure.

Dropping that hand, he’s between my legs again, his fingers slipping inside me, heat chasing across my cheeks at how embarrassingly wet I am.

I’m speaking against his lips, my eyes clenched shut because my body is losing this battle.

“I need—”

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