Page 31 of Heart Sick Hate

“One what?”

“That was one.” His fingers graze my clit, and I’m so sensitive my body jumps. But his hold on my chest keeps me in place. “Now give me another.”

Before I can ask what he’s referring to, he’s back between my legs and darkness overwhelms my vision.

Space. A universe where I’m floating. A star closing in.

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Virtue is meaningless. Idon’t care about doing good or being holy. Turning down Echo’s offer had nothing to do with a sweep of righteousness flooding me.

I’m selfish.

And the moment I realized Echo is a virgin, my protective animal instincts kicked in.

If she thinks she can use me against my brother just because he’s enjoying himself until they get married, I’ll prove her wrong. I’ll make her desperate until she begs for me.

Only me.

She can hate me all she wants. I don’t particularly care for her either. But messy, needy—anxious for my tongue in her tight pussy—I’m tempted to fuck her until she forgets why she should have never offered herself up to me in the first place.

Problem is, if I’m going to have her, it’ll be on my terms, and I can’t figure out what those are anymore.

I suspected Rhett was cheating on her, but I didn’t expect her to be aware of it. Him being a holy church boy, and her being mostly a good girl, I wouldn’t have guessed their arrangement. But it makes sense. If neither of them is particularly interested in their inevitable marriage, and there are no vows yet to hold them back, why not?

And while Echo could have gone to anyone to play out whatever little revenge fantasy she sees fit for her situation, she came to me. Someone she hates—or at the least, someone she dislikes.

Offered herself up like a perfect virginal prize.

One taste and this girl has me feeling unhinged. A girl I’ve spent years butting heads with. She had to go and lace her fingers through mine as she came on my tongue, and I had the sick thought that I was the first person to do that to her.

Theonlyperson to do that to her.

Her mouth can deny it all she wants, but her body reacts. Her eyes watch. Her skin shudders. She gives herself away with every exhale.

She’s offering one time, but I’m going to call her bluff because now I’m addicted.

Echo might think she knows all there is to know about me, but she’s about to learn I’m a twisted, sick fuck who doesn’t share his possessions, so she shouldn’t have made herself one of them.

Walking into the shop, I’m thirty minutes late for my appointment, and I’d pretend to give a shit if I cared.

I don’t.

Waking up was hard enough when I barely slept.

All because of Echo.

Her name should have been my first warning because that’s what she does. Echoes inside me. Haunts me to my fucking bones.

The girl was like art while she came for me over and over again. I’ve never enjoyed someone’s pleasure more than watching it wash through her. She shook, clawed, and grabbed until she almost blacked out from orgasms.

The purest beauty.

I carried her to my bed when she started to shiver, and she was asleep the moment her head hit the pillow. Then I lay there, staring at her, not able to sleep. Wondering why her in my sheets made my chest tight.

Women aren’t allowed in my apartment, and Echo shouldn’t be allowed in my life. But both rules broke with one sentence.

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