Page 99 of Shattered Hearts
There are no words for me to say. I never imagined telling the truth would upset him, and certainly not enough to make him attack his coffee table knickknacks or march me into a corner and intimidate me.
Quick as lighting, he seizes my forearm with his fist and spins me toward the wall.
My voice comes out as a squeak. “Finn?”
I don’t expect him to hitch my arm up behind my back like I’m a criminal and crush his blazing body to mine.
Fuck.I’m breathing hard.
I was fifty percent turned onbeforeI uttered the words that set him off, and that was just from the sight of him… But now? Now that I can feel his rock-hard body pressed against mine, the line of his chest mere centimeters from my back?
Oh,god. I feel like someone dumped a gallon of lust into my bloodstream.
I’m most startled by hiscock. Like eight inches of steel, it fits snug against my ass. He’s so hard, I didn’t even register that thing against my buttashis dick at first.
Focus, Riley.I try to dissuade my filthy fantasies long enough to come up with a plan, but then, Finn pushes his legs between mine, forcing my feet apart and vanquishing whatever capacity for focus I have left.
In my body, fear, uncertainty, and desire roll together like thunder inside summer storm clouds, the humidity between my hips lining my throbbing seam with a slick, wet heat.
Finn snatches my still-drying hair up into his fist, thrusts my forearm deeper into my back, and growls against my ear, low and terrifying. “Was any of it real?”
The razor-sharp edge in his voice chills my spine. Or…thrills? Either way, my stomach flips up into the air and stays put.
“Huh?” Finn’s beard scrubs my earlobe and neck as he inhales deep against my throat. “Were you manipulating me the whole time?”
“Of course not!” My breathy words carry none of the conviction I feel inside.This is a huge misunderstanding,I want to assure him. We just need to talk this out.
So why do I feel like he’s about to murder me with his cock? And why does a twisted, greedy part of me…want him to? Everyside of Finn…even the scary, rough, demanding side…I want to witness them all. Love them all.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Fist full of my hair, Finn jerks my head to the side, exposing my neck. He bites into ithard,forcing a gasp from my lips. I clamp my mouth shut to pre-empt the moan that wants to follow when he darts his hot tongue against my sensitive skin.
I close my eyes against the sting in his bite as his hand releases my hair and plunges around my torso straight into the damp enclosure of my lace undies.
His fingers rifle through the folds. My pulsing pussy is so hungry for his touch, my head drops forward against the wall. His rough words scratch my ear like the whiskers of his beard on my shoulder. “You have no idea what you and your damn sister put me through.”
Then, Finn uses my clit to send an urgent message in Morse code, causing me to squirm and buck against his ferocious fingers. Mouth falling open like a drawbridge, I groan against the wall.
“Did I give you permission to enjoy this?”
Husky with some toxic mix of ire and arousal, Finn’s gravelly voice makes me tremble inside. The rage in his tone is as visceral as the ache in my lungs, which stopped breathing in air the second his fingertips disappeared beneath my hemline.
His fingers pick up speed and spread around wildly, turning my panties into a Slip ‘N Slide. I dig my teeth into my lip to stop the next moan from escaping.
“You’re nothing but aliar.”
Finn strums me like an instrument, and the slick wet song his fingers play the ballad of my shameless need for his touch, rough or otherwise.
“No, I’m not—” He foils my attempt to defend myself by slipping one of his coarse fingers inside me.
“Yes, you are. A dirty, deceitful liar…with a dripping wet pussy.” His finger curls into my deepest, hottest place, pulverizing my brain into a slow, hazy mush. “Admit it.”
When he sticks a second finger inside and moves them together, deep and rhythmic, I almost pass out. My heavy breaths thicken, each one a half-moan, as pleasure rises through my body like rainwater in a drum.
Finn crushes us tighter against the wall, flattening my breasts against the cool wood paneling, as he works his long fingers in and out of me. My face burns as I listen to the moisture my body makes for him wicking against his fingertips.
“The only honest thing about you is this hungry little cunt.”