Page 143 of Chandelier Sin
She clung to me, inhaling sharply with each push, her soft moans close to my ear as I gyrated my hips to increase her pleasure. With one hand, I had her wrists pressed against the wall above her head.
“I’m a good person,” she whispered.
She needed to hear me agree, but we weren’t there yet.
“Good girls come hard,” I growled.
Wanting this, wanting her, I still knew doing this again was foolish, and yet here I was taking the one woman I’d not known I needed in my life.
Like an unseen tsunami of truth, the realization washed over me, stealing the air from my lungs.
This was love.
My obsession with her had worsened, even as I’d tried to controlit with every cell of my being. Even as logic warned it was too soon, and yet…
I was falling into an abyss.
I went rigid and pressed my hips to hers, keeping her still, keeping her trapped between me and the wall with my dick buried deep.
Pausing, I took a few seconds to share this sentiment, hoping she saw the truth of how I felt about her reflected in my eyes.
Her eyelids blinked rapidly as she seemingly tried to process what was happening between us. As though she felt it, too.
That sentiment helps no one,I silently chastised myself.
Pummeling her now, I used her slick wetness to take her hard and fast, with a punishing force to drive her wild. Her fingernails dug into my flesh through my jacket, her short, sharp gasps proving she was close.
“I need to come,” she cried out.
“You may,” I said, intoxicated by her scent. It had entered my psyche and hypnotized me, enticing me to remain with her in Hades.
I went mad for her, giving her what she asked for, a violent and brilliant control to steal her thoughts away, steal her from this moment and make her mine, her wetness enabling me to push deeper, her clenching proving her desire.
Eve was the battle I refused to lose.
Our bodies fit together too perfectly to deny our passion.
We were seduced by each other entirely, but this was also where deceit and manipulation lay, between the cracks of uncertainty. We appeared as a perfect match, but not seamless. Our foundation was too fragile, the chasm between us too wide and too deep, increasing the risk I’d fall into the abyss.
Escaping this was impossible.
“Tell me you’ll leave after this,” she pleaded.
“No.”
“Why?”
“I want it all,” I said. “You’re the ultimate prize.”
“You just want to take me away from him. Conquer me.”
“I conquered you the first night I met you.”
She blinked at me. “Am I your collateral damage?”
Hurting her cut me deep.
I buried my face in the crook of her neck to hide the truth in my eyes—even if she were the enemy, I’d still fight for her.
