“Please.”
“Noah, stop. Stop, please.”
And then the sound of her sobs cracked against my skull, the realization of what I had done catapulting me into a hole I would never be able to get back out of.
I thought that would forever be the worst night of my life, the night I hurt someone I cared about. But I was wrong. So dead, fucking wrong.
I pulled my palm down my face refusing to think about it. Some memories I could handle, but others not so much.
For hours I sat there trying to sort through my thoughts. Finally, giving in to my attraction for Sienna was the first time in years I allowed myself to dip into the darkness that once destroyed my life. It felt good. Too good. There was this tingling at the back of my skull, a warning that no good could come from this. I was dead inside, and I had been for years. There was nothing but a big, black, gaping hole in my chest where my heart used to be. And Sienna was still young, full of life, and an easy target for my emptiness to destroy. But how would I be able to stop now that I’ve tasted the bittersweet euphoria of sin?
I leaned back in my seat, tapping my finger on the armrest. Sienna proved me wrong last night. I was sure she would tell me to go fuck myself and slap the bejesus out of me if I even just mentioned tying her up. But fuck, was I wrong, and now I wanted more—like a drug addict deprived of that high for years, only to succumb once and fall down that dark hole, only this time it would be deeper than ever before.
“I can feel you staring at me.”
My lips curled in a half-smile. “I thought you were sleeping.”
“Nope.” She turned around and looked at me. “I’ve been awake for a while. But I kinda liked it that you were sitting there in the corner watching me like a pervert.”
“A pervert?
“Yup.” She nestled her cheek deeper into the pillow. “I half expected you to sit there with your dick in your hand.”
“That did cross my mind once or twice.”
“Once or twice?” She pushed herself up on her elbows, lifting her legs up behind her. “Then clearly, I did everything wrong last night.”
I straightened, not wearing anything, and sauntered toward the bed. Her gaze moved downward, and she bit her lip when she saw my cock standing proud, engorged and ready to fuck. The battle was still raging inside my head.
You’re only using her.
She wants it as much as I do.
You’ll never be able to give her what she wants.
For now, she only wants my cock. I can give her that.
You’ll destroy her.
At least I won’t be here to see the aftermath.
Sienna’s eyes raked up my body, her irises darkening as the hunger set it.
I towered over her as she shifted onto her back, lifting her knees and pressing them together. Her rosy nipples beckoned to be sucked, her perfect palm-sized tits begging to be squeezed. Blue bruises marked the skin above her hip bones. But instead of horrifying me, it turned me the fuck on, and I couldn’t stop myself from grabbing her knees and jerking them open.
A rush of breath escaped her, her legs bent and spread wide open for me.
“You should probably go home,” I said, reaching between her legs, tracing a fingertip around the shape of her pussy, watching her get wet.
She licked her lips and arched her back. “My guess is you didn’t mean that.”
“I didn’t. But that doesn’t mean it’s not the responsible thing to do.”
“Are you throwing me out?”
“I am.” I slid a finger inside her, the most sensual sound rolling from her lips.
“Could’ve fooled me.”