Page 11 of Brutal Sin

She didn’t want to show him how right he was, but her body refused the order. She shuddered, a mere breath away from orgasm. He was so fucking good. Toofuckinggood.

Her core throbbed, over and over, igniting a release she couldn’t abate.

“Christ.” The word was a breathy exhale. It was relief and pleasure and torture. Closure and rapture and desolation.

Pure, carnal release.

She clawed at the locker and failed to keep herself upright as her pussy contracted, tighter and tighter, clinging to the single digit sheathed inside her. She sank one inch, two, only to be pressed harder against the cold metal, his body helping her stand. Her core spasmed on a continuous loop, one convulsion after another as she panted and gasped forair.

“That’s it,” he coaxed. “Show me how good Iam.”

She ground her teeth in defiance, but it was too late. He’d already won. The height of orgasm had been and gone, each contraction now shorter than thelast.

Everything became heavy—her arms, her legs, her chest. Relief turned into an uncomfortable tightening beneath her ribs. She’d waited so long. Hope had been fleeting. Now… now, this smug ass of a man had reignited her libido, and she couldn’t be happier.

She turned to face him and tried to ignore the rapid rise of his appeal. They’d been left alone, their audience nowhere in sight as she struggled to regain normal breathing.

“I guess my work here is done.” He winked, his fingers fleeing her panties. “And you thought I wouldn’t get a quick thrill or a boost to my ego. Turns out I gotboth.”

She let him revel in his victory, wishing the blissful hum of her body wasn’t adding fuel to his blazing bonfire of arrogance. He was a jerk. No doubt about it. But Jesus fucking Christ, he was an accomplishedjerk.

Her knees buckled and she slid down the cool metal of the lockers, landing in a heap on the floor. Relief overwhelmed her, making her gasps for air turn into gulps for mental stability.

“I’ll see you around, Ella.” He backtracked, his heated gaze making her self-conscious about her disheveled state before he turned and strode from theroom.

She couldn’t even find the breath to correct her name. It didn’t matter, anyway. He was gone, the upstairs door to the nightclub soon opening and closing with a burst of loud music.

Questions and eager observations filled her adrenaline-fueled mind as she relived what had just happened. He’d opened his own forum in her brain, a mass of squealing groupies pointing out his achievements like they were worthy of Olympicgold.

He hadn’t even sought relief. Hadn’t even mentioned reciprocation despite the hard, thick length of his erection that had been an unmistakable presence at herass.

“Yougood?”

Pamela blinked from her trance and focused on Shay in the doorway.

“Yeah.” She cleared the gravel from her throat. “Better thangood.”

The bartender sauntered forward, her smile wide. “He did great, didn’the?”

Pamela laughed. She couldn’t explain it. Couldn’t describe it. She didn’t think she even wanted to, because the idea of complimenting the arrogant ass was a despised prospect. Then again, he kind of deserved all the praise bubbling in her rapidly flowing bloodstream. She never would’ve thought an orgasm with minimal penetration was possible. Not even when Lucas had been alive.

All Bryan had needed was one finger.

One. Damn. Finger.

“I’m glad.” Shay held out a hand and pulled Pamela to her shaky feet. “Does this mean you won’t be canceling your membership?”

She blinked, too shell-shocked to know the right answer. “It means there’s hope. And that’s enough fornow.”

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