Forbidden Lust

I swallowed. I didn’t have a voice. I could only nod.

“Not anymore.” He plunged his finger into me, and I moaned into the sheets.

Holy Fuck. Full. Weird. Amazing. Unspeakable.

He thrust himself into me deeper, his finger massaging my hole. My breath was robbed from me. Was it possible to die from pleasure overload?

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Come for me, dollface,” he commanded.

And his gravelly voice, coupled with his fullness everywhere, spilled me over the edge.

I came in waves, convulsing around him.

“Fuck!” He hissed, finding his release.

His head rested on the middle of my back, his breath warm on my spine. After a beat, he rolled off me, discarding his hot liquid.

I lay on his bed, royally fucked and pissed off I’d be missing this all of my life. “Is it always this good with you?”

He smirked. “What, your exes never fucked you like that?”

“I’ve only had three partners, and no, not even close,” I said truthfully. They were more interested in getting themselves off. Nothing with any of the three partners I had was even remotely this hot.

He shot up his brow. “Three?”

“I won’t even ask how many you’ve had. Your reputation speaks for itself.”

I picked an imaginary piece of lint off the sheet, then gazed back up.

He raked his fingers through his dark hair. “Over three, dollface.”

“I think we’re both going straight to hell,” I said, echoing his earlier words.

“I definitely am,” he said, and his grin disappeared.

There was that side of him again. Mysterious, like he was holding out on me.

“I have to take a shower.”

“Should we talk about this?”

“No, I’m already late.” He stalked toward his marble shower.

“Can I shower with you?”

He turned, and I twisted my lips into a smile.

“I think we know how that’s going to end, and I’m already late.”

“I’ll make it worth your while.”

He laughed. “Maybe you aren’t so innocent after all, but no. And for the record, I don’t do sleepovers.”

He shut the door behind him, and I flopped back on his bed, pulled the pillow over my head, and screamed into it.

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He left without saying goodbye. I was in the shower but left my door open. He could’ve come in.

Even though I’d scrubbed the smell of sex off me, his manly Barrett scent remained. Or maybe it was etched in my mind, I couldn’t be sure. I felt sore but in a good way. A satisfied way.

The last twenty-four hours replayed in my mind. Barrett found me at the hotel and berated me for my scandalous outfit. But judging by his subtle glaring gazes on my body at the party he later accompanied me to, he liked scandalous things.

When I sat on his lap, I had already consumed a few glasses of champagne. It gave me the courage to intentionally rub against his groin, ever so slightly—just enough for him to swell beneath me.

Grace whispered something in my ear before he took me home. Three words that excited me. “Go get him.” The idea was fleeting when everything faded to black. That was until four o’clock in the morning when I woke up. Knowing he stripped me out of my dress sent goosebumps up my arms. That could easily weird one out, but it didn’t. I wanted Barrett to want me like I wanted him. I wanted to give him pleasure as he’d shown me.

His heated glances and rough touches hours earlier were all I thought about when I climbed back into bed after scrubbing my face clean. So what was a girl meant to do?

If you asked my mother—which you absolutely shouldn’t—she’d have said to stay clear. Wait for the next charity event or dinner party when she’d have a perfect suitor lined up for me. But what did I do? Exactly the opposite of what they expected of a Diamond heir. I marched straight into his room, stripped naked for him, and practically begged him to fuck me.

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