Page 95 of Heartless Sinner

I stepped closer. The broken look on her face fucked with my head worse than the painkillers had.

“Who was it then? Give me a damn name, Daphne.”

“It doesn’t matter.” She sat on the edge of her bed.

“It does fucking matter!” My voice thundered through the room. “Someone put his hands on you. That makes him my fucking problem. Give me his name.”

“Which one are you really mad about, huh?” She slumped on the bed and glared at me. “The bruise or the hickey?”

“Both.”

The bruise made me homicidal.

The hickey made me fucking feral.

I crossed the room, sank between her knees, and wrapped my hand around the back of her neck to draw her closer. I turned her until the mark was right in front of me.

Some fucker had put his mouth there.

On her.

I ran my finger over the mark before lowering my mouth to the same spot.

“Brooks,” she murmured with a soft sigh as I sucked on her skin.

By tomorrow, no one would see the guy I’d declared my fourth victim’s mark.

They’d see mine.

Her nails dug into my back when my mouth drifted to her shoulder.

Even angry, bruised, and half-drugged, my body knew hers. I buried my face against her throat and breathed her in.

Her perfume. Her skin.

Whatever fucking spell she’d been poisoning me with for years.

She eased backward, sinking onto the mattress, and I went down with her.

“This is a bad idea,” she whispered as I hovered above her.

“The worst.” I kissed her hard before she could come up with another argument. She opened her mouth, and our tongues danced.

I shoved the blanket away from her, tugged down her tank, and swirled my tongue around one nipple before moving to the other. I dragged my mouth down her stomach, too impatient to take my time, and slipped my fingers under the waistband of her leggings.

She caught my wrists before I could drag them any lower. “Now, that is an even worse idea.”

“This is the best idea we’ve had all night.” I shifted lower, dragging the skintight fabric down. “Hitch your ass up if you want me to play with this pussy.”

She raised her hips without an argument.

Look at that. The princess does know how to follow orders.

“That’s my good girl.”

I pulled the leggings off her and tossed them over my shoulder.

Her pink lace panties stayed on her all but two more seconds before I ripped them down the middle. I spread her wide and shoved three thick fingers inside her pussy with no warning.