How Sinners Fight (Sinners of Hawthorne University 2)

Everything is desperate and jerky, out of control.

He pinches my nipple so hard I gasp into his mouth, and he drags more air from my lungs as he kisses me harder. His hands drop to my pants again, shoving them roughly down over my hips. My panties too.

They bunch up around my thighs, and cool air hits my slick pussy, which is already wet with arousal from Gray’s fierce kiss. The door to the hallway is only a couple yards away, and I’m positive it’s not locked. Someone could walk in at any moment, and the part of me that still can’t trust Gray wonders if that’s his plan. If there are a half dozen students armed with cell phone cameras ready to burst through the door at any moment to snap pictures of the charity case scholarship student with her pants down, about to get fucked in a stairwell.

But no one comes through the door, and when Gray shoves two fingers inside me, I’m not even sure I’d care if they did.

He groans as I whimper.

“You’re wet, Sparrow. Even after everything I did to you, is this still for me?”

He knows it fucking is, so I don’t bother to answer his question. Part of me hates that I can be furious at Gray and still want him so fucking bad.

The other part of me?

She just wants him.

No. Needs him. Needs this.

He pumps his fingers inside me a few more times, curling them against my g-spot until I’m panting. Then he draws them out, grabbing my hips and spinning me around so fast the stairwell blurs around me.

The sharp hiss of a zipper behind me puts every nerve-ending in my body on alert. Gray grabs my hips again, pulling them away from the wall a little as my palms press against the hard, cool surface.

His breath is coming hard and fast, and one hand leaves my hips, guiding his cock to my entrance. He presses in slow, just an inch at a time, and I feel every single one.

“I should never have let you go,” he mutters, so low I’m not even sure I’m supposed to hear his words. His hips move forward a little more, stretching me with agonizing slowness. “Do you know why I came after you that night after you left the bar? Why I dragged you into that alley for another fuck?”

“Why?” I demand, clenching hard around him, punishing him for making me wait like this.

He chuckles, drawing out a little and making me curse in frustration.

“Because I knew even then that I couldn’t live without you.” He slides in deeper. “You breathed life into me, Sparrow. You brought me back from the fucking hell I was in, and I knew I’d never survive long without you after that. I was just trying to get one more taste, one more dose before I left.”

As he finishes speaking, he slides the rest of the way in, until he’s sheathed completely inside me.

I feel… so fucking full.

It’s not just his cock stretching my inner walls, not just the intrusion after so long without him.

That feeling of fullness is everywhere. As if he’s somehow overtaken my body, his cells bonding with mine and invading every part of me. As if that final thrust of his cock cemented some connection between us tha

t will never be broken now.

I let out a soft noise. I can’t tell if it’s surrender or resistance, happiness or regret. Maybe it’s a little bit of all of those things.

Gray makes a noise too, grinding his hips against my ass as if he needs friction but can’t bear to move yet. His lips find the back of my neck, pressing kisses to my hair and the shell of my ear as his hands move over my body again.

One squeezes my breast possessively while the other delves between my legs, his fingers sliding through my arousal and brushing over the connection between us before finding my clit and drawing heavy circles.

“I don’t deserve you,” he murmurs, his voice a low rasp. “I fucking know that, Sparrow. But I’m done trying to pretend I don’t need you.”

As if those words are a dam breaking, he finally begins to fuck me, unleashing all the pent-up tension I’ve felt in him since he first slid inside me.

Just like his touches and caresses, there’s nothing smooth or controlled about this fuck. It’s animalistic, wild, so hard that I’m positive the sound of our bodies slapping together is echoing off the stairwell walls several floors above us.

We could still get caught. Even if Gray didn’t plan this as a way of humiliating me, there’s still a decent chance someone could walk through the door or come down the stairs any minute.

But my mind can’t focus on that right now. I can’t bring myself to care.