His nose trails over my jaw and I melt. He feels good this close, his pelvis pressed to mine. I have to fight my lizard brain to forget the conversation and take him, right now, here, without a care who sees.
“I was waiting for you to ask.” His teeth nip and rake over my heated flesh. “Waiting for you to ask if I remember telling you I loved you.”
I swallow, nerves twisting in my belly. “Do you? I mean, did you mean it?”
Pulling back, his blue eyes shine like the night sky full of stars, bright and hopeful. “Collins Kennedy O’Brien, I’ve been infuriatingly in love with you for years.”
Blinking, I say, ineloquently, “Huh?”
Laughing, his tongue laps at my earlobe, biting lightly. “You’ve driven me mad for years. Your intelligence, your grace. Your inability to never let me get the last word. The way your nose scrunches when you hear a word used improperly, or how your eyes flash like a lightning storm when you’re angry. I’ve been in love with you, Collins. Only you.”
Shaking my head, I grip his shoulders. “There’s no way. We’ve just?—”
He tsks. “I’ve known you for years. Loved you from afar. You’ve just never noticed until now.”
He loves me.
My heart bursts, full of hope and adoration—of love. For him. This incredible, broken man who swims in the same tarry blackness as me, who embraces the flaws loves me.
“Even though, I’m…” I trail off, glancing down. “This?”
“What you are, is beautiful,” he praises. “And mine.”
His hard cock nudges against my center and I groan, back arching.
Sliding me off the vanity, he turns me toward the mirror. His hand wrapped around my jaw forces me to take us in—his hulking form over my pale, slight curves. His dark hair and my red-brown curls. Different, but each holding a stain in our heart we don’t have to hide from.
We can still be good, while giving into it.
“I love you,” he breathes against my head. “Remember that, viper. Because I’m going to fuck you like I don’t.” He slams me forward, my forearms taking the brunt of my weight. “And you’re going to watch.”
His teeth sink into my shoulder, biting into my muscle with enough force to leave a mark. I groan low, pussy damp. His nails scratch against my hips as he rips the bottoms away.
“I’ve dreamed of this,” he murmurs, dreamily. “Of the day I finally told you. The day I finally felt you. Been inside you.”
“Sounds like you need to broaden your horizons.”
His leg kicks my knees wide, pulling one up to rest against the edge. He whistles tightly as my pussy goes on display. My arousal leaks down my legs, cool air fanning over my warmed skin.
“Why bother when I have you?” He touches the back of my thigh, my ass, my lower back. He wraps my hair around his fist, forcing our eyes to look in the reflection. “You were crafted to be touched by my hands—stained with sins, yet strong enough to handle both. You are mine, Collins. You belong to me as much as I belong to you.”
He loves me.
“You belong to me?” My eyes flutter, watching him discard his shirt and unzip his jeans. Licking my lips, I feel the head of his cock at my entrance and my back presses against him, seeking more.
He laughs and it's a direct line to my clit. “Absolutely, baby. Every part of me—every horrible part—belongs to you.”
This. This is what I’ve always done. To be owned—to own someone.
Hayes. I’ve wanted Hayes.
“Watch the mirror, baby,” he murmurs as he slides agonizingly slowly inside of me. I claw at the mirror as he presses further, driving my breasts to the cold glass, my stomach shaking.
He bites my neck again and the pain, mixed with the stretch of his cock causes me to moan. Wild. Free.His.
“Eyes open,” he commands. “Watch how devastating you look, taking my cock. This is you Collins. No more masks. No more pretending. Just you—raw, dangerous, ravished. Mine.”
Panting, I see his cock withdraw and then enter, the mirror a window to our most intimate moments. I clench and my pussy flutters, eyes wide. I’m wanton, and wrecked, hair messy, cheeks flushed from pleasure. Hayes doesn’t leave my face, grinning with each thrust.
