How Sinners Fight (Sinners of Hawthorne University 2)

My eyebrows shoot up, and I lift my hips as he tugs my panties off. “Dangerous words.”

“True words.”

He kicks his pants off, shoving his boxers down with them, and the second we’re both naked, he’s draped over me again, his broad cock finding my slick entrance.

I dig my heels into his ass, and he groans as he slides inside me. His forehead rests against mine, and I pull him closer, wanting to feel every bit of his weight on top of me, every inch of him inside me. It’s like I’m starving, like I could binge on him over and over and never be satisfied.

“I knew it would be like this,” he murmurs, kissing me again as he begins to move, thrusting hard and deep. “The very first time I kissed you, I knew I needed more. Knew I’d never get enough of you.”

His words are such a close mirror to my thoughts that it makes my heart expand.

Falling in love is fucking terrifying, but it’s a little less scary when there’s someone falling right beside you.

A stupid smile pulls at my lips, but I keep kissing him through the smile. He kisses me back, driving into me as our bodies wrap around each other and we smear little streaks of paint into the couch cushions. When he slides one hand between us and finds my clit with his fingers, I go off like a rocket, arching into him and clenching my thighs around his waist as I come hard.

“That’s one,” he whispers against my skin, dragging his lips over my jawline as I shudder beneath him, little waves of pleasure still cascading through my body. “I’m going for five. At least.”

I blink up at the ceiling, too stupid from the orgasm to grasp his meaning at first.

But when he pulls out suddenly and flips me over, sliding into me again as I sprawl out on my stomach, I realize exactly what he meant. I’ve fucked Declan before, I’ve kissed him like my life depended on it—but this is our first time together, just the two of us.

And he obviously plans on making it count.

17

It’s amazing how much can happen in a week.

It’s scary how much can happen in a week. Because seven days after Declan visited my room while I was painting, I find myself sitting in my little corner studio, adding the final touches to a piece that’s one of many that will be displayed in my show next week.

My show.

The two little words make my heart do a flip inside of my chest. Turns out, Declan can be pretty damn convincing, and so can six orgasms. I still maintain that he cheated by fucking all my brain cells away before convincing me to share my pieces in a gallery show. How the hell could I keep from saying yes when I could barely remember my own name?

Once I was on board, he talked to Gray, whose family is pretty well connected in the art world.

And just like that, I have an art show coming up. Not one where I’m tucked away in some little corner, the smallest fish in a sea of sharks, but one where I am the main event. The star of the show.

I couldn’t be more fucking terrified.

And excited.

I sigh, glancing over my painting. I’ve still got one more piece I need for the show, but I’ve been hesitating about this one. I’m not sure if I’m ready to show it yet.

It’s the hallway from my dreams.

Oh, did I mention my dreams have come back? As if something was unlocked inside of me the day that Declan finally convinced me to share my pieces with the world, the dreams have returned in a flood, more vivid and violent than ever before.

This particular piece is a second draft of the painting I did that first night I dreamed after getting back to the school, one with more details and shadows filled in, one that mak

es my stomach turn every time I look at it.

This painting holds the deepest, darkest, part of me—a part of me I don’t even understand or remember.

I leave it out to dry as I clean up my paints and get ready to head to class, forcing myself not to shove it into a corner where the paint will smudge and I’ll eventually forget about it.

I’ve been painting in the mornings because it’s the time of day when everything seems most fresh and clear, when the images practically spill from my brush onto the canvas. It’s meant I’m getting a little less sleep overall, but it’s worth it.

The guys meet me to walk across campus with me as usual, and Max and I sit together in our first class.