Page 67 of Brutal Sin

“I love how you’re always wet for me. Are you like this for everyone?”

She shook her head. No. Nobody buthim.

“Good.” He trailed two fingers around in circles, not stopping the motion as he retrieved a wallet from his back pocket, flipped the leather open, and rested it against his hip to pull a condom from the notes section. Once he had what he wanted, he dropped the wallet to the ground, his cards, coins, and notes scattering across the asphalt.

He didn’t seem to notice. Didn’t seem tocare.

He placed the condom packet between his teeth and unbuckled his belt one-handed. The clink, clink, clink of metal on metal broke the quiet night air, followed by the grate of his zipper. She watched, her breath catching as he shoved at his waistband and fisted his erect length in hispalm.

She was really doing this. Really shoving herself into a situation that could only end in heartbreak. Again.

But who cared?

She’d recovered before.

She reached out, trailing her nails along his shaft, then gripped the base with a tight squeeze.

“Fuck.” The curse was guttural, defenseless, and entirely perfect.

Behind the scarf, she smiled.

He released his dick and spat the condom packet into his palm. “So, you want me to blow in your hand, is that it?” He closed his eyes and dropped his head back. The worst part was his fingers sliding from between her thighs. “Come on, sweetheart. You need to let me suit up. Neither one of us want to see me finish likethis.”

Maybe shedid.

Maybe it was best for themboth.

He was under her control, susceptible to her touch, just like she was to his. The knowledge made her attraction all the more punishing. He was so beautiful, his face a mix of tension and control as moonlight beamed down on those harsh features.

“Ella.” The way he said her nickname—the plea, the passion, the lust. “This isn’t what you want… You need my hands on your ass… My mouth on your neck… My cock in your pussy.”

Her lips burned with dryness she couldn’t lick away. All she could do was bite down on silk and whimper.

“You’ve got five seconds,” he murmured. “Four…”

She trailed her touch to the head of his shaft and rubbed the moisture beading at hisslit.

“I lied.” He gripped her wrist and dragged her hand away. “You’re done.” His other arm snaked behind her back, lifting her off the ground. “Legs around my waist.”

She complied without thought, her ass sliding against the side of the car, his dick poised at her entrance as he worked the protection over his length in efficient strokes.

All too soon, he was ready and looking at her as if asking permission.

“Do it,” she mumbled around the gag. “Just doit.”

His jaw clenched. “Yousure?”

Goddamn him and his sweet concern.

She threw her hands around his neck and sank her nails deep. If those scars weren’t enough to convince him to hurry, the buck of her hips should’vebeen.

He slid his hand to the top of his shaft, working the tip back and forth along her entrance. She didn’t know where to train her gaze—on his impressive cock, his muscled chest, or those penetrating eyes now framed by strands of loosehair.

He blinked at her, sweat beading his brow as he snaked his tongue out to moisten his gorgeous lips. She became lost in the moment. Lost inhim.

He thrust home in one long, punishing shove of his hips, stealing all the breath from her lungs. All the thoughts from her mind. There was only friction. Only pleasure.

She cried out, her head falling back, her fingers clenching tight into his neck. The heat of him enveloped her chest, the weight pressing deep. His hips rocked in a slow, torturous rhythm and she whimpered with each undulation, the sound ringing louder and louder in herears.

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