Page 18 of Sinful Enemies

“Stop,” she pants as I push her skirt up.

“Make me,” I whisper as I slam my cock into her, hard and fast, snatching the breath straight from her lungs.

Pound after punishing pound into her cunt as she whimpers, her pretty pussy pulsing and throbbing around my cock.

“Stop. Teasing. Me.” I grit, not letting up as I punish her with my hard thrusts.

“Oh God,” she moans, lifting her other leg onto the bed, both knees bent, her head being held down as my cock slams in and out, our skin meeting and wetness coats the both of us.

“There we go, let me steal another orgasm,” I smirk, watching her cunt stretch around me, my cock’s relentless pounds bringing her closer, bringing me closer.

“Fuck you,” she sobs, and I slap her ass. Hard.

“Come,” I order and she tries to shake her head beneath me which only has me pressing it harder into the mattress.

“No,” she whispers and I spank her again.

“I’ll fucking get it out of you, I can feel your tight little cunt constricting.”

Pound. Pound. Pound.

Choked sobs leave her, her body beginning to tremble.

“Fucking come,” I seethe, spitting on her virgin ass as I press my thumb against it.

“Silas,” she whimpers and I smirk, edging her ass with the tip of my thumb, breaking through the barrier of her virgin ass and that’s all it took.

She fucking explodes around me, her cum dripping out of her stuffed cunt and I shoot deep inside of her as I finger her ass.

Once she has stopped trembling, only then do I lift my hand from her head and slip my cock from her addictive cunt.

I lean across, kissing her on the cheek.

“Told you I would take it,” I whisper and disappear out of the room.

I was addicted to her, I needed her.

I had fallen in love.

CHAPTER EIGHT

HALLIE

It had beenthree days since me and Silas were last together, and with each fuck, he chips away at my hatred.

Sure, we’re volatile, but I think we work.

I’m laying in bed, I was due to start work tomorrow and excitement and nerves consume me, but it doesn’t matter what I try, nothing soothes the knot in my stomach.

A soft knock on the door has my head lifting.

“Come in,” I whisper and my door handle drops.

It’s him.

“What do you want?” I sigh as he steps into the room and sits on the edge of my bed.

His blue eyes land on mine and I see a softness dancing within them. His fingers brush against my cheek before he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.