Page 7 of A Sinner's Virtue
I pump faster. Harder. Her body matching my rhythm as her hips lift off the bed to meet mine. “Don’t stop. Oh god, don’t fucking stop,” she screams out.
Leaning forward, I bite her earlobe. “The night is only just beginning,” I whisper. I’m going to make her come at least twice more before I’m done with her.
Zoe’s entire body stiffens. The walls of her pussy tighten around me. She tips her head back and screams my name as she comes apart.
Fuck, that’s tight.
I didn’t want to come yet. But I can feel the tingling sensation crawling up my spine. My balls tighten, my movements ruthless as I drive into her while chasing my own fucking orgasm before following her into the abyss.
“That was… Oh god, what the hell was that?” Zoe asks, throwing an arm over her eyes.
I roll off her, lying next to her on the bed as both of our chests rise and fall in quick succession. “That was perfect fucking, Zoe. You and me, we’re going to have one hell of a night, babe.”
Chapter Four
“Get up. You gotta go,” a deep, gravelly voice breaks through my sleep-fogged brain.
“Huh?” I slowly blink my eyes open.
“Your time here has expired. I got shit to do, and you’re not it. Sorry, sweetheart, but you have to leave.”
I glance at the guy sprawled out next to me in bed and want to rip that smirk off his too-pretty face.
“You’re a fucking asshole,” I hiss at him. “And you fuck like a preteen getting pussy for the first time.” I jump out of bed, suddenly wide awake, as I snatch last night’s dress and bra from the floor.
I can feel his eyes on me. I’m completely naked, but I remember everything. I wasn’t that drunk. And even though he’s an asshole, he’s a safe asshole. He’s not going to hurt me. Not physically anyway. Just with his sharp words it seems. I don’t know how I know that. But I do.
“That’s not what you were saying last night when you were screaming my name,” Marcel says.
I turn a seething glare on him. “Don’t flatter yourself. I was just giving you what you wanted to hear. I’m a people pleaser.” I smile, pivot on my heel, and walk into the adjoining bathroom. Slamming the door shut before locking it. If he wants me to leave, I will. But not until after I shower.
I take my time too. The water pressure is next level. Besides, knowing that Marcel wants me to get out of his room, well, that only makes me more defiant.
Then a thought hits me. I did it. I went out. I went home with someone, well, to a hotel anyway. And I had a one-night stand. I actually did it. And the sex. I’ll take it to my grave, certainly never admit it out loud, but the sex was mind-blowing.
After I’ve had my fill of his hot water, I towel dry my hair and throw my clothes back on, sans underwear. Thanks to the asshole who destroyed them. Although, at the time, I have to admit it was kind of hot. I find a comb in his toiletries bag and use it to rake through my damp hair. I refuse to walk out of this hotel looking like shit.
“The water pressure’s good, by the way,” I hum as I walk out of the bathroom, reach down, and pick up my discarded bag from the floor. Then I slide my feet into my heels, turn, and walk out of the bedroom.
“Wait,” Marcel yells out after me.
“What?” My palm is already wrapped around the handle. Ready to yank the door open and get the hell out of here.
“I, uh, I didn’t catch your name,” he says, raking a hand through his hair.
Yes, he did. He just doesn’t remember it. Which is probably for the best.
“No, you didn’t,” I lie, instead of correcting him. Guess he was drunker than I thought. Though he didn’t seem to be. “See you around, Marcello. Or not.” I’ve spent enough time around Izzy’s side of the family to know his full name and how to use it. Then I tug open the door. Only to have my worlds colliding.
“Zoe, what the fuck?”
Shit. God, no. This cannot be happening to me. Now, of all times.
“Dom? What the fuck are you doing here?” Marcel asks from behind me.
Dominic McKinley, Lucy’s fiancée. The same Lucy who happens to be my boss and friend. Oh, and there’s also the fact that Dom is like a cousin to me. It’s complicated, but his family tree is tied to the Valentinos. Specifically, he’s related to Izzy’s cousins. Which means me being here. In this hotel room. With Marcel. Could very well get back to Mikhail.
My one-night stand might be an asshole but I don’t want the guy dead. Hurt, maybe. But dead? No.
