Page 124 of Never Die for a Sinner
Toxic? Yes.
Do I really care? No.
If I’m toxic, then she made me this way. Now she gets to suffer the consequences.
As if Ava knows I’m watching her, she stirs in her sleep, rolling away from me and pressing her pretty little ass against me. Gently, I reach out, tracing the lines of the dimples on her lower back beneath the sheets.
I want to sink inside her just to feel her come for me again, but I know she’s not ready. My cock’s hard thinking about her body molded against mine. Her nails digging into my back, tugging the roots of my hair while I fucked her like I could engrain myself in every stitch of her DNA. How fucking tight she was, and that throaty voice moaning my name while I fucked her harder than I should have.
A burn slides up my spine, and I shake the feeling off, slowly slipping from the bed so I don’t wake her. As much as I’d like to laze around in the cabin with her all day, I’ve got shit to do,and it would only blur the lines between us even more than they already are.
Fuck knows, I don’t need any help there.
I head to the bathroom, catching a glimpse of the scratches on my back, and my cock twitches at the sight.
Fuck. Me.
Cutting on the old shower, I slip under the hot water and place my hands on the shower wall, letting the warmth wash over my neck and shoulders. I’m stiff because I haven’t gone that hard in a long time.
I just needed to punish her for disappearing like that. For making me come find her.
She was right when she accused me of caring. I do.
And that’s exactly why I need to remind her that I’m not the guy she thinks I am.
When I emerge from the bathroom half an hour later, Ava’s sitting up in bed, the sheets wrapped around her as if she’s worried about me seeing her naked. As if I didn’t just fuck her raw last night in every position I could think of.
“Good morning,” she greets softly, her gaze following me when I cross to the dresser on the far side of the room and pull out some clothes. I’ve got the basics here. A couple pairs of jeans and a few T-shirts. I grab a pair of sweats and a T-shirt and toss them to her. I know they’ll be too big, but they’ll have to do because her clothes are tattered from last night.
Ava’s cheeks flame as the clothes land in her lap.
“They’re clean.”
Her gaze cuts to mine, then slowly slips down over the low-hanging towel on my hips before sliding back up to the water droplets clinging to my bare chest.
Fuck.
“Keep looking at me like that,” I warn.
I drop the towel at my feet, and if I weren’t already in a foul mood, I would laugh at the way she quickly looks away.
“How are you feeling?”
Her gaze meets mine once I tug my boxers up my legs.
“A little sore,” she concedes. “Hungry.”
Hungry. If I had my way, I’d feed her in bed. Spend the day lazing around and avoiding the rest of the world. But I don’t have time for that, and shit like that breeds expectations. I’m an asshole. One that doesn’t deserve any part of her. I took it, knowing I should have cleaned her up and taken her back to bed. I let her get under my skin, and now I have no fucking idea how to get her out.
“I don’t feed, Ava. I fuck,” I grunt, slipping the shirt over my head and turning away.
She goes silent, and I can’t look at her in the mirror because if I do, I know I’ll break. The closer she gets to me, the closer she is to the truth, and I know the moment she finds out what I did, she’ll leave. Why would she stay?
Finally, I force myself to look at her and find her watching me with a guarded expression.
“Get ready. I’ll take you back to the house. I’ve got stuff to do.”
She opens her mouth to say something, but falls silent instead. Carefully, she slips from the bed, dragging the sheet with her and keeping it tucked protectively around herself like it’s a shield. I fucking hate it because I know I’m only pushing her away, but what good is it trying to convince her to stay? She’ll always want to know more. She’ll want a glimpse into my mind. She won’t be able to handle the nightmares or the truth of who I am. A fucking monster that takes and takes because someone took from him, and now, I can’t stop.
