Page 139 of Unlock My Heart

“Uh-huh. This math still doesn’t math.” I’ve had years of being with a man on the smaller side, and now looking at Fabien’s huge, throbbing cock, I’m questioning how it ever fit.

He flashes a cocky grin. “It always math-ed, and it’ll still fit.” He grabs me by the hips, sliding my ass forward, and I wrap my legs around his waist as the crown of his cock kisses my opening.

A moan escapes me, but I try to be the voice of reason. “Maybe we could try just the tip.”

Fabien shudders as his head grinds against me. “You can’t let me crawl to the gates of heaven and deny my entrance. Let me inside.”

“Condom.” I breath.

“Don’t make me,” he begs. “You’d only be punishing yourself; you remember how good it feels with me inside you bare.”

It’s like I’m that silly eighteen-year-old girl all over again. “At least pull out when you come,” I say in a resigned tone.

With a triumphant smile, Fabien grabs my ass cheeks and slams forward, and I scream.

“Goddammit, Sienna, how did you get tighter?” Fabien grits through his teeth.

“Wait, give me a second.” I slap his shoulders in a panic, my pussy spasming violently around his cock. It feels like he’s everywhere.

“Take your time while I get out my trusty crowbar.” His hand snakes between us, and he begins playing with my clit.

Despite my best efforts, I laugh, burrowing my head into the crook of his neck. Bad idea, because he smells exactly as I remember: deliciously masculine and spicy and…

Not safe.

My nervous system agrees, an overwhelming sense of panic flooding my body.

“Where’d you go?” Fabien removes his hand and jerks me by the back of the head to where we’re nose to nose.

Back to reality.

“Pull out.”

He makes no effort to move. “Baby⁠—”

“Pull out now!”

Fabien’s frustrated growl does nothing to help ease the confusing ache between my legs, but I ignore it, mentally armoring back up as he pulls out. “Sienna⁠—”

Straightening my dress, I hop down.

“Dammit, Sienna, tell me what I did wrong,” Fabien begs.

“Excuse me, nobody coming through.” I march to the door, unlocking it as I hurry down the hallway.

But not before I hear Fabien cursing, and the sound of his fist smashing glass.

Fabien

The present

My fractured reflection stares back at me as I grip the vanity. My knuckles, already swollen from earlier, are now bleeding.

I swipe a tissue from the fancy decorative box, accidentally knocking it off the vanity. Cursing, I go to pick it up, and that’s when I discover the hidden cellphone.

Well. Well. Well. I’ve found the rat’s nest; now it’s time to flush him out.

Returning the tissue box to the counter, I reposition the phone inside, then place the decorative box cover over it. I turn the faucet on and keep my right knuckle under the spray until the water turns from crimson to clear. Wrapping my fist with toilet paper, I exit the bathroom and track down Saint.