Page 134 of Sinful Hearts


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“Elsa, stop it.”

“Whyyy?”

“Because you’re drunk.”

She giggles. “I know.”

I hear the click of her seatbelt undoing. Frowning, I glance at her.

“What the hell are you—”

She spins, on her knees in the passenger seat now as she leans over and starts trying to open my pants.

“Elsa,stop,” I growl, braking sharply and switching lanes.

“You just watch the road,” she purrs.

My jaw clenches as she somehow manages to get my zipper down, snaking her small hand inside to wrap around my hard, throbbing dick.

“And just let me—”

“Elsa, that’senough.”

She stops. Her hand suddenly slips back out of my pants, her eyes, big and wounded, looking up at me as I glance sidelong at her.

“Am I not as hot as your other girls?”

Fucking hell.

“Elsa—”

“Or is it the virgin thing? Am I not doing it right? Because I can do it however you—”

“Maybe it’s because, despite your best fucking efforts, I kind of like you! A lot!,” I snap. “And I don’t want to fuck around with you when I’m sober and you’re supremely wasted!”

The car goes silent, me staring at the road with a white-knuckle grip on the wheel, Elsa still on her knees leaning over the middle console.

“You…” she flashes me a sloppy, drunken smile. “You like me?”

I sigh, shaking my head. “Yeah, well, don’t let it go to your—”

She pukes.

Directly onto my crotch.

“…Head.”

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ELSA

“How do you feel?”

Like shit, that’s how.

Like absolute. Fucking. Shit. At least I’m feeling relatively sober after throwing up all the champagne in my stomach, and I’m feeling alotbetter after the shower I just took. But still…not great.

Wrapped in a robe, I step out of my bathroom into the bedroom. When he asks the question, I raise my eyes to Hades, who is currently in my room, sitting on my bed.

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