Page 19 of Where Sinners Repent

Fuck.

Last night, I was in complete control.

Today, I have none.

His grip tightens over my fluttering pulse, eyes dipping to my pussy. My legs clench together. Lifting my hands, I shove his chest. Hard. But the carved muscle beneath his shirt doesn’t move an inch.

I may as well be trying to shove a brick wall. The fear I should’ve felt last night, finds me now. Once again, he's fully dressed and I'm naked.

“You sore?” he grits out through clenched teeth.

Sore?

Confused, I give my head a soft shake.

I'm not sore, not in the slightest. In fact, my body feels the complete opposite.

My answer seems to confuse him. A tiny line forms between his brows, as he searches over my body again.

What is the matter with him? What is he looking for?

I'm about to ask, but he cuts me off and shoves me onto the be. I stumble over the carpet, falling on my hands and knees on the mattress.

This. This is the dangerous man I knew he could be.

I'm in way over my head. I should stop this.

His hands grip my hips in a painful hold, and the rasp of his zipper breaks the silence.

“Maybe I didn’t fuck you hard enough, then,” he mutters.

Trying to pull away from him proves futile. I want him. The arousal heating my core tells him everything he needs to know. But I’m also terrified.

“Of course you didn’t,” I breathe. “Because I fucked you.”

He drives his cock into me without warning. A pained moan falls past my lips, quickly cutting off into a scream as he slams into me. Fucking me in a brutal rhythm before my body can adjust to his size.

A rough hand tangles through my hair, wrenching my neck back and using his grip to plow into me faster. Hard and breathtakingly rough.

My hands give way, falling face first into the mattress, and strands of hair snap in his fist. I gasp.

Embarrassingly, I'm soaked and needy.

Embarrassingly, I'm trembling on the cusp of orgasm already.

“Kai!” I cry out.

His hips falter for a second, his grip loosening just enough. I take advantage, falling forward, and wrenching myself free. Putting precious inches between us, I scramble away.

I need a second.

My pulse hammers and my chest heaves with forced breaths, desperate to gather my thoughts before they disappear completely in a puddle of need and desire.

This is too much.

I shouldn't like this.

This is exactly what you've run away from, Roxy. Don't be fucking stupid.