Page 161 of Sinful Lies

I was so fucking desperate to be hers—aching, losing my mind wanting it.

I wanted her to fucking claim me.

“I wanna try something,” she whispered against my lips.

I arched a brow.

She worked each remaining button free, her lips never leaving mine.

When the shirt was gone, her nails scraped across my chest.

Her tongue followed her hands, tasting, claiming, biting down just enough to make my dick tighten.

I grabbed her hair, twisting it in my fist, and pulled her head back so I could see her properly.

Her lips glistened, her eyes dark with something between mischief and lust.

She didn’t falter, leaning back in to press her mouth to my neck, her teeth grazing my jaw.

Just when I thought I’d take her right there, she pulled away, stood up and held out a hand to me.

Her heels clicked against the floor as I followed her.

She didn’t glance back, just grabbed her bag and tossed it onto the kitchen island.

Then she dragged a chair into the center of the room.

“Sit.”

I sank into the chair, the wood creaking under my weight. “Jade?—”

She didn’t let me finish, her arms sliding around my shoulders from behind. Her lips brushed my ear, her breath teasing my skin.

“I’m going to help you let go of something.”

My muscles tensed. “What?”

But I already fucking knew.

I pushed against the chair, ready to stand, but her hands clamped down on my shoulders.

“Please, Angelo,” she murmured, circling around to kneel in front of me.

Her knees pressed into the floor as her palms settled on my thighs.

“No,” I growled, my hands gripping the edges of the chair.

Her fingers moved, her nails scraping the fabric of my pants.

“Please.”

“No, Jade.”

She leaned in closer. “Do you trust me?”

“This has nothing to do with trust,” I bit out.

Her eyes bored into mine. “Do you trust me, Angelo?”

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