Sin & Suffer (Pure Corruption MC #2)(100)

It took me two seconds to unbutton, unzip, and yank out my cock. I gritted my teeth as I touched myself, so damn ready for a release.

My eyes bruised with the overwhelming headache, growing worse with every second. My heartbeat refused to tame, thundering faster and faster.

Cleo moaned as I tossed up the bottom of her dress, wedging my naked cock against her overheated thighs.

Her back arched. “Yes. Take me.”

“Will you submit?” I drove against her again. Pre-cum shot up my dick, smearing on her perfect ass.

Will you give me this memory in case it’s the last one I have?

“God, yes. I’ll submit. I’ll do whatever you want me to.”

“You’re incredible.” I fisted my length, sliding deep inside her. No foreplay, no warning. The slickness of her desire let me enter smoothly with no restriction. Her body melted with welcome.

“Shit, you feel so good.”

She folded deeper into the couch, giving in to me. Her hips rocked, forcing herself harder onto my length.

“Goddammit, Cleo.” My fingernails pinched her hips, holding her still. “You do that and I’ll embarrass myself in seconds.”

She laughed quietly. “Embarrass away. I don’t think I can handle too much of this.” Her forehead bunched with pleasure. “It feels too good.”

We were both still dressed in our cocktail finery, joined only where it mattered.

Looking down at Cleo’s plaited hair and exquisite dress, watching her body press harder against the couch with my every thrust, I fell deeper in love. I’d loved her as a child, a teen, and a man. And now I loved her as if she was a dirty siren that didn’t mind shedding her seraph wings and letting me take her dirty and wrong.

Massaging her lower back, I ordered darkly, “Spread your legs, Buttercup. I’m going to f*ck you hard.”

Cleo whimpered, obeying instantly. Her legs widened, her feet still encased in the delicious high heels.

The moment she moved, I didn’t hesitate. With a powerful thrust, I drove deep inside her, stretching, claiming.

She cried out, bowing her head and biting a cushion.

Sparks shattered behind my eyelids as I thrust harder, faster, deeper.

Sweat glistened on her shoulders but I never stopped.

Moaning with delight, Cleo clawed at the sofa cushions, her nails indenting the thick fabric. “More, Kill. More.”

Something switched inside me. I didn’t know if it was her calling me Kill, or the deep passion in her tone, but I couldn’t disobey. My cock grew thicker, and I drove inside her so, so deep.

I would mark her forever. I would imprint myself into her soul so even death could never part us.

My stomach kissed her ass while she bent like a wilting flower over the armrest of the couch. Folding over her, I planted a hand on the cushion by her cheek and captured the nape of her neck with my teeth.

“Ah!” she cried, arching in my hold, giving me better access to her throat.

We were no longer humans as I licked and bit with primitive claiming. We were savages intent only on one thing: destroying each other with bliss.

Her * clenched around my length, triggering my orgasm. “I love f*cking you,” I growled as pleasure spiraled through my system, shooting from my balls and through my cock.

I couldn’t stop the release and threw myself headfirst into it. Leaning back, I planted my feet hard against the carpet and thrust.

“Don’t stop. God, don’t stop,” Cleo panted. Her face was flushed and tense, every sense turned inward.

She cried out as I pounded into her with relentless rhythm.

“I’m coming!” Her voice tore through my haze.

I spurted inside her, over and over again.

Fisting her braid, I held it while my balls smacked against her clit with rhythmic slaps dragging on her orgasm.

The friction between us undid me. The grimace of tortured ecstasy on her face consumed me. She couldn’t do a thing but endure my pace, my pressure—everything I gave her.

The last of my defenses toward her crumbled. I loved her so f*cking fiercely.

The last band of bliss finished and I slowed down, running my hands down her back. Petting her, calming her. “That … that was—”

“Amazing,” she breathed, her legs wobbling as I pulled out and tucked my cock into my trousers.

Smiling at how sated she was, I picked her up and sat on the couch, placing her on my knee.

Tomorrow, I would walk out without saying goodbye. I would go to battle without a backward glance, even though it would tear out my f*cking heart.

I would do it to protect her.

I would do it to keep her safe.

But for now, she was mine and I meant to tell her just how much I loved her.

Kissing her ever so softly, I pressed my forehead against hers. “You’re my home, Cleo Price. And through life or death, I’m never letting you go.”





Chapter Twenty-Nine


Cleo


It’d been three years since I’d become Sarah Jones. Three years of living an imposter’s life. Three years of emptiness. But now there was an itch inside my brain … begging for a scratch, craving the walls to fall.

Life had taken away my past and changed my future … I just had to hold on and see where the tide of change led me. —Cleo, diary entry, age seventeen