Page 70 of Sinner's Obsession

“Let’s see who can fuck you better, then.”

I have to hold on to that anger inside of me. I can’t afford to get weak for him. And when he’s like this, it’s better.

“I will never enjoy it with you as much as I did with him.”

Take that back, a small voice inside of me whispers, but I have to do this to survive him. I’m terrified of what lies hidden in my heart, ready to burst free through my chest.

He rips my dress from me—it lays in shreds at my feet. He crawls on top of me, caging me in. This is not how I imagined my first time.

“We’ll see about that,” he says, gaze darkening. “This is your only chance to say no.”

I keep my lips pursed, letting the storm brewing in his eyes sweep me over, and he thrusts inside of me.

I gasp, clutching his shoulders. Did he break me? Because it sure feels like it. And that was after two orgasms.

Kieran freezes on top of me and searches my face.

“Surprise,” I say with a grimace.

“You played me?” It’s shock written all over his face before he pales, washing it away.

“You were easy to play with. Just get it over with.” Because I don’t know how long I can keep my tears at bay.

His disappointment rips my heart out. It’s even worse when it turns into a sadness big enough to swallow me. Big enough for him to look as if seeing through me. How can he be buried inside of me and but so disconnected emotionally?

He moves to pull out, but I lock my legs around him.

“Look at me,” I urge, but he squeezes his eyes shut.

“I would have made it good for you, Aurora. Now we’ll both remember it as a fucking dirty night. This is something I can’t undo.Congratulations.”

My heart crushes in my chest. I should be the one hurt, not him. “Kieran.”

When he opens his eyes, I am in so much emotional pain and physical discomfort, but it’s nothing to the cold, dead look in his eyes.

“You want the monster, right? The one you love to fucking hate? Well, he’s all yours, sweetheart.”

His hand wraps around my throat. I feel my pulse vibrating against his fingers. He pulls out, only to thrust back in again. I am so full, stretched to the maximum. I seek his eyes, but he’s lost somewhere I can’t reach while he’s inside me, tearing me apart.

My senses are thrown around in an endless spin. With every move of his hips, the discomfort gives way to something else—pleasure. He thrusts inside of me again, and a strangled breath parts my lips. I am brimming with him.

How can I feel good when I am in an emotional purgatory? I claw at his back, wanting to make him bleed, too, make him come back to me.

The bed shakes, hitting the wall with the force in which he fucks me. He bites into my cheek, licking the afflicted skin. He strums my clit while his mouth lowers to one nipple, then moving to the other, switching between sucking on them as if his only focus is to make me come.

I miss him talking to me.

I hate this fucking race that means nothing. So what if I come? It’s nothing without that connection. And when it happens, even though I put all my might into not coming, he pulls his erection out of me.

We both stare at the blood coating his dick.

He yanks at his hair, looking at my trembling thighs. This shouldn’t have happened like this.

Kieran stumbles backward in the bathroom and bends over the toilet lid, throwing up. I cup my mouth as tears blur my vision. I am dragged into a vortex of blackness.

This isn’t me. What have I done?

All my life, I have been good to others, craving love, and now I am enticing him to be a monster. What did I think? That I would feel better? That he isn’t a good man? I already knew that.

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