Page 58 of House of Soot

Her breath catches at my touch. I watch her pupils dilate, her lips parting slightly. So responsive, so easy to read.

"How would you like me to repay you?" Her voice comes out breathy, uncertain but eager.

I lean closer, letting my lips brush her ear. "I can think of a few ways."

A shiver runs through her body. The flash of heat in her eyes, the way she unconsciously leans toward me, it's all so genuine, so trusting. She has no idea I'm deliberately manipulating her reactions, using her attraction against her. I hate myself for it.

"Like what?" She wets her lips, and my eyes track the movement, my dick immediately growing as hard as a rock.

"Why don't I show you?" I cup her face, my thumb brushing across her bottom lip. The soft gasp she lets out shoots straight through me.

Her pulse jumps under my fingers as she tilts her face up to mine. "Please…"

I pull Jenna closer, her warmth melting into me as she wraps her arms around my neck. The tenderness in her touch threatens to undo me.

"I love you," she whispers against my lips.

My heart twists painfully. I should feel triumphant. Instead, guilt claws at my chest as I capture her lips with mine.

She responds instantly, sighing into the kiss. Her fingers thread through my hair as she presses closer.

I try to remember my mission, my revenge. But with Jenna in my arms, all I can think about is how right this feels. How perfectly she fits against me. How her little gasps and whimpers drive me crazy.

"Blaise," she breathes my name like a prayer.

The raw emotion in her voice makes me falter. She believes in me so completely, trusts me without reservation.

But I can't stop now, can't pull away from her sweetness, her light. Even knowing I'll be the one to extinguish it.

I trail kisses down her neck as she arches into me, her pulse racing under my lips. Her complete surrender only adds to my growing conflict. This isn't just physical attraction anymore, and that terrifies me.

"I need you," she whispers, and I'm lost.

I lift her, carrying her to her room. If I were a good man, I’d end this now. Not to hurt her as I’d planned, but to stop this revenge plot that is threatening to destroy me too. But I’m not a good man. I’m a man who is desperate for this woman. Selfish. Cruel.

In her room, my hands roam freely over her, unbuttoning her blouse, exposing the delicate lace of her bra. Delicate and pretty just like her. I trace the edges with my fingertips, loving how she shivers in response, how her nipples harden.

I unhook her bra, revealing full, plump tits that my mouth waters to taste. I suck one nipple, my tongue teasing the sensitive peak.

"Oh, Blaise," she moans, her head falling back as pleasure ripples through her.

I continue my sensual assault, my hands and mouth working in tandem. I kiss and nibble my way down over her belly that tenses under my touch. On my knees, I tug her pants down and then look up at her naked, exposed before me. In this position, I feel like I need to beg for forgiveness.

"You're so beautiful,” I say instead.

Her fingers dig into my shoulders. “Please. I want you.”

I don’t need any further encouragement. I rise and with lightning speed, I undress. My ego rises as Jenna’s gaze latches on to my cock, hard and desperate for her.

I kiss her, laying her on the bed. Her hands explore my body, and I give in to the feeling of being loved by this woman. A love I don’t deserve. A love I’ve curated in a way that will surely send me to hell.

I roll her under me, positioning myself between her thighs. My cock strains as it presses against her hot wetness, teasing her pussy. She arches her back, offering herself to me.

“Fuck.” My frustration isn’t about the need clawing through me. It’s about my abhorrent plan. About my weakness.

It doesn’t stop me from thrusting inside her, filling her completely.

She cries out, her body welcoming me, her walls clenching around me. God, she feels so fucking good. I close my eyes,savoring the sensation of being buried deep within her. Of being a part of her.

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