Page 185 of Sinful Lies

My chest tightened, and I could feel that all-too-familiar panic rising like a tide. My vision blurred, my heart thundered in my ears, and my throat felt like it was closing up.

He saw it.

I could tell by the way he let go of me, turned me around, and pulled me close. My face pressed into his chest, tears spilling down my face, soaking his shirt.

He didn’t say a word. He just held me, letting me cry in his arms once again.

Angelo Lazzio, my savior and my reaper.

The one who had carved scars into my soul, whispered promises through blood-stained lips, then dragged me back into the darkness.

Suddenly, he carried me, and my legs and arms circled his body as he walked to my sofa and sank into it, his arms strong around my back.

I cried into his neck, his hands caressing my hair, whispering words I didn’t deserve, and then madness took over.

I grabbed his face and lost myself in him.

He kissed me back, though his hands fell back at his sides, like he was surrendering to me but also scared that if he touched me, I’d stop.

I was so hot I felt like I was burning with fever.

I don’t know what took over me, but I couldn’t stop.

Overwhelming lust erupted through me, tightening in my chest before making its way between my legs.

He leaned back, eyes half lidded, lazily dropping to my lips again.

A flicker of confusion passed, like he truly was lost and didn’t know what I was playing at, but it didn’t stop me. Even though it should’ve.

But I didn’t care; I was too far gone.

I drew my tongue across his neck, sucked the skin, then bit it hard.

Then my hands grabbed his hair and yanked it back, giving me more access, and I licked my way up his neck as a low groan vibrated through his chest. The fire between my legs burned hotter.

I continued to lick and suck his neck, grinding against him, the fabric between us slowly driving me mad.

Angelo cursed under his breath before grabbing my ponytail and twisting it around his wrist—once, twice, three times.

I ignored him and let my hands drop to the zipper of his pants, lowering it. His boxers followed, and I grabbed his cock in my hands, pumping it, precum already making its way down his length.

“Fuck—”

I lowered my yoga pants until they dropped to my ankles, brought him to my entrance, and shoved him inside. Stars exploded between my legs, making me moan.

I didn’t wait—I couldn’t, as I rode him fast and rough, my hands grabbing his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as his hand yanked my head back harder.

“That’s what you needed,amore? My cock inside you?” His accent was rougher than usual.

I moaned his name, unable to speak as my vision blurred, tears streaking down my cheeks. His cock was so deep I could feel it in my stomach.

He let go of my hair, slapped my ass hard before grabbing my hips and slamming me down hard, fast, and rough. The naughty noise filled my apartment.

His lips dropped to mine again, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, swallowing my breath. I felt it pulse between my legs when he sucked on my tongue.

I had always enjoyed kissing, making out, but with him, these were my favorite things.

I’d never admitted it before, but I was obsessed with the way he kissed me. It always felt as if his mouth was making love to mine.

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