Page 106 of Sinner's Salvation


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“And you think I choose you for salvation?”

“Tell me, Cameron. Who was the one you couldn’t save?”

It would have been better if she had slapped me. Sweat gathers at my nape. The loss of control feels like an icy wind blowing over my skin.

“Stop talking,” I warn her.

She grabs a fistful of my hair, tugging my head back, and our eyes meet. “Was it the first one?”

She’s ripping through my layers—an excavator uncovering me. “Violet, enough.”

“You don’t intimidate me. Of the two of us, you’re the coward.”

She grabs her bra and blouse, leaving me completely shaken up.

Drowning in rage, I trash the room while chugging down half of a bottle of whiskey. How could she see that? What gave me away?

I blame the alcohol. I blame the fact I am so damn unbalanced around her, I don’t know what I am doing. Gone are the days when I was in control of myself. Everything changed when Violet crashed into my life.

I storm after her and find her in her gaming room.

“Get out. We’re done for the night,” she says, eyes locked on the screen.

I stride toward her. She twirls in her chair, looking from the bottle in my hand to my face. “And you’re drunk. Another one of your coping mechanisms.”

She sighs. Disappointment hits me in the chest. I need her to stop getting inside me.

“I hope you’re ready when I break you because I’ll enjoy every second.”

“Is that what you want? Okay.”

She shoots up and takes her blouse and bra off, throwing it to the side.

“Show me how you will break me.”

The bottle of whiskey falls from my hand, the contents spilling like my insides right now. I push her toward the loveseat. With her under me, I pin her in place, interlocking our fingers above her head.

Mine.

I suckle on her nipple, biting into the flesh. Her body writhes under me. Eyes squeezed shut, her lips part, almost in prayer. I circle her nipple with the tip of my finger before I pinch it.

“Cameron...” she whispers my name in a plea for more.

Fuck me. She likes a bit of pain with her pleasure. This woman has been made for me.

I tug and suck her nipples until they swell. Her hand flies to my hair, holding me to her chest. A raspy moan breaks free and she buckles under me, eyes lost in the pleasure my rough treatment brings her. Fucking perfection.

“You drive me absolutely insane. You know that? I was perfectly fine and then you had to crash into my world.”

“Do you want to punish me, husband?”

“Do not provoke me.”

Through a half moan, half hiss, she arches her hips. “You want to fuck me hard? With no feelings, like all the rest?”

“You could never be mine like I want you to be.”

“What would it take, huh?”

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