Forbidden Fate (Crowne Point 3)

When I didn’t answer, he bit hard on the lobe.

“W-wrong.”

His teeth slid down my neck. “We’re not doing anything wrong, Story.” He put his other hand to the hedges. “I’m not touching you.”

It was wrong—so, so wrong.

He was at my back.

His presence a heated shadow.

His lips at my neck. Not kissing me.

I wanted him to kiss me.

I knew all I had to do was ask.

He wanted me to snap first.

“Go back to your husband, Story.” He scraped his teeth along the curve of my neck. “Take him inside you. Take him inside you when you have my come inside you.”

Flutters rose up and down my back at his words.

“Do you like that, the idea of taking him inside you when you’re filled with my come? When I go back to my wife, I’ll be all clean.”

I tensed at the idea and his laugh followed like fireflies in the night. He worked his hand harder over my skirt, forcing me to get off on my worst fucking nightmare.

Always torturing me.

“You don’t like that, little nun?” he teased. “Say the word, little nun.”

His hot breath and his teeth on my neck were a sinful temptation.

I was heady with it. Eroding this razor-thin line between us further. One step away from it dissolving.

So he couldn’t see me.

So what?

I was fucking his come into my body.

“Say the word and I’ll get my cock covered with you, Story.”

He nipped the skin at my neck, as if finally giving in a little himself. A small mark. A bruise barely noticeable. Except it lit thousands of fires inside my body.

More.

“More,” I begged.

He groaned against my neck like he was just as swallowed in the fantasy as I was. He bit harder and I exploded.

My head fell against his chest.

He pushed the hair out of my eyes.

“My girl,” he said softly. “You are still the most beautiful, perfect creature when you come.”

“What are we doing?” I whispered. “We’re becoming everything we don’t want to be. You’re hiding me from your wife. You’re lying to her. I’m cheating on my husband. I’m having another man’s baby.”