Page 64 of Billionaire's Sins
He nods. "Do you trust me?"
I pause.
"Do you?" He holds my gaze. "Do you, Eve?"
I swallow again, then nod.
"Say it then," he commands.
"I… I trust you, Edward."
A smile curves his lips. "Then promise me you won’t believe what you’ll hear about me."
"Hear about you?" I scowl. "What do you—?"
He pushes forward and breaches me.
"Oh!" Pain radiates out from my core and I gasp.
He freezes. "The hell?" His gaze seems to clear and his features twist. "Are you a virgin, Eve?"
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She blinks and color smears her cheeks. Fuck me, it’s not possible. She is young, but not that young. She is nineteen. Don’t most women these days lose their virginity much earlier? Thanks to the confessions I’ve heard, I know that to be true. Not that I’d ever share it with anyone. Not even now that I am walking away from the priesthood. But still. Ava, a virgin?
"Answer me." I lower my voice to a hush, "Are you, a virgin, Eve?"
She nods. "I should have told you, but I didn’t want to scare you away."
I squeeze my eyes shut. My dick lengthens further inside her, the thickness grazing against her soft, melting, warmth. My balls tighten and my thigh muscles spasm. She was a virgin. I was her first. Something fierce grips my chest. I shouldn’t have come here… And yet, I wouldn’t trade this for anything else in the world.
And I am going to leave her after taking her virginity? Goddamn it, this isn’t fair. Not to her. Not to me. Of course, He had to orchestrate it this way, to make sure I would carry the memory of her sweetness, her warm, wet pussy that clamps around my dick, her virgin cunt that no one has had before. I am her first. And damn, if I am going to let anyone else take what is mine after this. I have to find a way to return. I will find a way to come back. No way, am I going to stay away from her after this. I lower my forehead to hers. "You should have," I agree, "and it would have ensured that I stayed far away from you."
"And now?" she whispers.
"Now, nothing will keep us apart, Eve."
"Then why are you not following through with your word?"
I lean back, balance my weight on my arms. "What do you mean?"
"Why are you not fucking me like you mean it?"
I can’t stop the chuckle that rips up my throat.
This woman. The things she says.
"I don’t want to hurt you." I lower my head and rub her nose with mine. "It’s your first time. I’d rather take it slow."
"I’d rather that you fuck me the way I want you to."
She tilts up her hips and I slide further inside her soaking wet channel. The heat, the warmth, the way her pussy clamps down on my dick, and it’s like I am coming home. My heart stutters. My pulse pounds at my temples. The blood drains to my groin and my cock thickens inside of her. She gasps, tips up her chin. Those green eyes widen with surprise, with lust, with a tenderness that sparks off an answering heat in my chest. My belly knots. My dick throbs inside of her. I want to own her, to brand her, to possess her, to make her mine. To ensure she doesn’t forget me during the time I am gone.
Does that make me selfish, God? Does that make me the kind of sinner whom You’ll never forgive? Oh, wait. I don’t need Your approval anymore. I can do whatever the fuck I want.
"Edward."
