Page 24 of Sinful Storms

The hottest kiss of my life.

“Fuck,” he groaned, palming my ass, his mouth going to my throat, where he sucked, hard.

I gripped a handful of his hair, yanking his head back. “Don’t mark me.” Bloody hell, what was happening to my voice? I sounded like I’d been fucked already.

Already?

His eyes met mine, his pupils blown wide. His lips curved into a smirk. “Feel free to mark me up, little scorpion. I want to feel your sting and see the reminder tomorrow.”

I hated him so much. Digging my nails into the muscles of his back, I scraped my teeth across his jaw, and he shivered.

“Fuck, yeah. I didn’t think I was into violent sex, but you’re making me reconsider.”

“This isn’t sex,” I hissed between biting and kissing his jaw.

“Not yet, but it will be.” He thrust upwards, letting me feel just how hard he was. “I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t even think anymore, and maybe then you’ll stop being so evasive.”

“Fuck you.”

“That’s the plan.” He shifted his grip on me. “Hold on.”

I hated the way he carried me so effortlessly, his muscles flexing as he stalked through the mansion and up the wide staircase to his bedroom. Bypassing the bed, he lowered me to the floor in front of his desk, holding on to me while I found my balance. As I glared up at him, he grinned at me, shark-like, flashing all his teeth.

“I’m gonna bend you over this desk and fuck you now. Do you have a problem with that?”

I stared at him. If I said I didn’t want to do this or left, I knew he’d leave me alone. Tristan never needed to chase anyone. People came to him.

I didn’t want to become one of his girls. This was going against everything I stood for. But then again, he was here, and he wanted me. And there was no denying the effect he had on my body. What was a little hate sex with your godbrother in the grand scheme of things?

I licked my lips and sealed my fate.

“No, I don’t have a problem with that.Ifyou think you can satisfy me.”

“Satisfy you?” He came closer, pressing his body right up against mine. He lowered his head to my ear. “Baby, I’m going to fuckingruinyou.”

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TRISTAN

“I’m going to fuckingruinyou.” The second I made that promise, she froze against me, a gasp falling from her throat. Yeah, we both knew I meant every word I’d said. We’d both been pushed to our breaking point, and now, we had to pay the price.

And what a fucking price it was. I spun her around, my hand going to her throat. She’d warned me not to mark her up, but now my fingers were curling around her neck, her pulse beating wildly beneath my hand, she was silent.

Sometimes it felt like I knew my little scorpion better than she knew herself.

I squeezed, and she stifled a breathy moan.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” I murmured. She immediately turned vicious, scraping her nails across the back of my hand, but she still made no attempt to dislodge my grip. My cock was so fucking hard. I hated it and loved it at the same time. This girl drove me fucking crazy, and if she even knew the kind of power she really had…

I’d never let her find out.

“You’re not seeing me naked,” she hissed, and my grip on her tightened, making her gasp. She wriggled against me, making my dick jerk, precum already dampening the front of my shorts. Fucking ridiculous. No one else had this same effect on me, and I didn’t like that at all.

My free hand slid underneath her silky cami. “If you’re saying that to get me to beg, it won’t work.”

“You’ll beg.”

I laughed as I trailed my fingers up her stomach. She swallowed, and I released my grip on her throat to sweep her hair away from the side of her neck so I could mark her with my mouth.

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