Page 97 of Relentless Sinner

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Page 97 of Relentless Sinner

“What did you say to me?”

“Everything andnothing.” The tender tenor of his tone and that look in his eyes stir that warmth in my core from earlier.

“That makes no sense.”

“It’s not supposed to.” His gaze drops to my dress. I changed into this one for the reception. It has a deeper cut that shows off more cleavage. He’s barely taken his eyes off me since he first saw me in it.

“But—”

He stops me with a kiss. We’ve touched lips here and there all day, mostly for the camera, but this kiss doesn’t feel like anything we’ve shared today.

It feels like an amplified version of us from the other week. The heat from his kiss melts my resolve within seconds, leaving me with the chilling thought of how much power he has over me. It’s crippling and spellbinding. Tempting and enthralling. Forbidden and sweet.

The surge of pleasure coursing from his lips to mine forces me to delete all the bad parts and give in.

God, I haven’t even tried to resist.

Resisting is the furthest thing from my mind when Jaxon kisses me harder, sucking on my tongue. I absorb the taste of him like I’ve been starving for decades and like I’ll perish if I stop tasting and taking from him.

We don’t stop. Passion keeps us there, exploring each other’s mouths. It’s only when I hear the driver telling us that we’rehome that I realize how much time has passed. I was so busy making out with my husband that the earth could have been on fire and I wouldn’t have realized.

We pull apart and the lust-laden look in Jaxon’s eyes tells me he has so much more in store for me tonight.

He gets out of the car and I do too when the driver opens my door. Jaxon takes my hand the moment I’m near him and leads me up the steps to the house with a sense of urgency.

My heart hammers inside my chest and all I’m aware of is Jaxon’s hand around mine and the dim automatic lights snapping on as we step into the house.

Like a man on a mission Jaxon leads me up the stairs. As soon as we reach the landing and are away from the guards below, he pulls me to his chest and crushes his mouth to mine.

We continue the ravenous kiss we shared in the car as if we never left off, and he holds me as if he wants to devour me, running his hands over my breasts.

Damn it, his touch feels so good my body melts, molding to his, greedy for more.

He shoves me hard against the wall and clutches my throat, guiding my gaze to his. “You drive me fucking insane and I don’t know what I want to do with you. Fuck you or forget you for always trying to leave me.”

“Don’t,” I rasp out, my breathing so ragged I can barely catch my breath.

“Don’twhat?” His voice is low and cautious, like he’s fighting the same battle I am. “Don’t forget you or don’t fuck you?” He gives me that scrutinizing stare again but this time I focus on his words—the choices.

He traces a finger over my lips, rendering me powerless to the lie I want to tell him to protect myself.

“Tell me what I’mnotsupposed to do, wife.”

Wife.

The word strikes my soul like lightning and roars through my heart like thunder asking me what I truly want. “Don’t forget me.”

My answer pulls a wicked smile from his lips and he brushes his nose along mine. “Last week was the third time,Krasota. A man can only take so much.”

I’m about to protest when I realize he’s right. I have tried to escape three times. I ran before I even met him.

He presses his forehead to mine and glares down at me. “If I didn’t want to fuck you so badly, I’d start questioning my sanity. My rules seem to change for you, so fuck it.”

His lips slam against mine again and I’m utterly lost, consumed by the mind-blowing force of him.

My lungs squeeze and my heart races, every rational thought slipping away, leaving me with only the raw intensity of him.

My answer to my fears is the same as his—fuck it.




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