Page 20 of Sinful Hearts


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“Oh?What, pray tell, is interesting?”

“It just seems like you’ve put alotof thought into the mechanics of, and situations involving, fucking me.”

Her pale face turns crimson in half a second, her eyes widening as her mouth forms a little “O” shape.

“Fuck off, Hades.”

She storms past me to the door.

“Oh, and Ice Queen?”

She tenses in the open doorway, turning back to glare at me.

I just grin. “Next time you’re thinking about me—”

“Ido notthink about—”

“Just know that I could make you come harder than you’ve ever come in your life with just one finger.”

She stares at me, face bright red and fuming as I grin at her.

“Which finger would that be?” She smirks as she brings a hand up. “This one?”

Elsa’s middle finger stands stiffly up in the air, a tight grin on her lips, before she whirls and storms out the door.

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I startleas consciousness rips me from the haze I was just swimming in. Groaning, I stretch under the sheet, feeling the sort of ache in my muscles that can only come from a marathon fuck. My lips curl hungrily as I feel my cock thickening heavily against my thigh.

Why stop now?

With a savage grind of my jaw, I roll over to spread her legs and sink myself back into the outrageously pretty, eager, dripping, tight little pussy that’s been draining my balls all evening. But I stop short with a start when I realize the bed next to me is empty.

My eyes open blearily as I fully wake up. Scowling, I scan the room. But it’s empty. And the door to the ensuite bathroom is open, with the lights off.

Shit.

I sit up, glaring at her side of the bed. My hand lands on the sheets, and I frown.

Still warm. She hasn’t been gone long.

For a second, I almost jump from the bed and chase after her. But then I stop myself, rolling my eyes.

I don’t chase women. Even a woman who arguably just reset the bar about a mile higher in terms of my own definition of good sex.

I allow a smile to creep over my jaw as I drop back to the pillows, shoving my fingers through my hair.

Fuck, that was good. Really good. Like, “four marathon rounds and I still want more” good.

And Ineverwant more from a woman, even if the sex is fantastic. I just don’t. I don’t chase. I don’t call later, or make plans for the next time.

I fuck, I leave.

Veni. Vidi. Vici.

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