Page 31 of The Sinful Side


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It was like if I fucked her hard enough, I could imprint my name on her soul, force her to be mine for the rest of eternity.

I was hooked. Fucking destroyed for her. I was on my knees before her, bleeding out.

I’d wanted to break her, but fuck, she had broken me, too.

“You’re mine,” I snarled, leaning over her back. I gripped her tangled, blonde hair in my fist, yanking her head back. “Say it, Lillian. Who thefuckdo you belong to?”

Her pussy spasmed around me, and she choked out a cry, her eyes rolling back in her head. “Lillian!” I roared, fucking her even harder. Her entire body was shaking, and she was panting, sweat coating her skin. “Who—”

“You!” she screamed, coming so hard, she squirted, soaking my boots. I growled and fucked her harder, sucking hard at the skin of her neck, the possible consequences of my actions far from my mind. Her arms gave out, and I quickly caught her, shoving her up against the tree, continuing to drive up inside of her.

“P-please,” she whimpered, her nails digging into the bark. The tips of her fingers were bleeding, and her nails were breaking.

“Please what?” I snarled, yanking her head back again. I bit at her neck. “Tell me, little blondie.”

I was on the edge of erupting inside of her, but I wanted to hear her beg me first.Neeededto hear her sweet voice plead with me to either never stop or tell me she couldn’t take anymore.

“Want more,” she panted.

Her wish was my fucking command.

I bit the inside of my cheek, pain blooming as blood welled in my mouth, but it stopped my impending orgasm. Then, with her head bent back at a painful angle, I used my other hand to pry her jaw open. I let my blood drip with my saliva onto her tongue, and she moaned, her cunt choking my cock all over again.

“Gonna squirt for me again?” I rasped, fucking her again, watching as she licked her lips.

“More,” she begged.

I spit into her mouth again, loving the way her tongue coated red. I wrapped my hand around her throat, cutting off her airflow. A choked scream ripped from her throat, and she came all over again, drenching the ground beneath us.

With a shout of her name, I spilled inside of her, slamming my fist against the tree beside her head as I did so. She was so lost in what I was making her feel that she wasn’t even aware of the violence erupting inside of me. She just slumped in my arms, her chest heaving, her heart racing.

“I’ve got you,” I whispered, wrapping my arms tightly around her. I turned us and then slid down the tree onto my bare ass, sitting next to the puddle she’d left on the ground with her cradled on my lap.

She wound her arms around my neck and leaned her head on my shoulder. “Thank you for wrecking my life,” she softly spoke.

I glanced down at her, a tired, amused smile tilting my lips. “Not something you typically thank someone for, little blondie.”

With a shaky hand, she traced the curve of my lips, her gorgeous eyes searching my face. “You taught me how to live, despite how brutal you also were. So, thank you, Amadeus. You opened my eyes and showed me how wrong the world we live in is.”

I gripped her chin and pressed my lips to hers.

ChapterSeventeen

Amadeus

My phone was blaring beside me, and I jerked awake, quickly grabbing it to look at the screen.

Oh, fuck.Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

It was three A.M., and Ezra was calling me.Shit. Shit.Lillian was curled up in my arms on my lap, her lips parted the slightest bit, her arms wrapped around my waist. I’d moved us into the cabin when it began to get dark, but I hadn’t expected both of us to fall asleep.

“I’m up,” I grumbled, quickly moving Lillian aside and standing up. My movements woke Lillian up, and she sleepily blinked up at me, her makeup ruined, her hair a fucking mess.

Christ.

There was nothing I could do to get her out of this, but I’d fucking try. This shit was all my fault. Maybe before I grew feelings for her, I wouldn’t haven’t given a fuck what her father did to her. But now? The mere thought of what he might do to her sent my blood boiling.

“Her father just came knocking on my parents’ front door, demanding to talk to me. I told him I hadn’t seen you. He’s already called the cops, but they won’t do anything until she’s been missing for more than forty-eight hours. He’s practically spitting nails, Amadeus. Where thehellare you, bro?”

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