Page 100 of Brutal Sin
He stopped. The heavenly glide ceased. Those wonderful fingers escaped her panties.
She blinked up at him, collapsing into the mattress as frustrated tears blurred her vision. This was torture. Pure, hysteria-rich suffering.
“Not yet, sweetheart.” His own suffering bled through his words. “There’s one more thing I want to do before I have you all to myself.”
“Please, Bryan.” She clenched her thighs together. “This is killingme.”
“Iknow.”
He reached out a hand and she grasped his offering, allowing him to guide her into a seated position.
“I’m giving you all one last chance to analyze her.” He sat on the edge of the mattress and patted his thighs. “Comehere.”
She frowned, frantically trying to figure out what camenext.
“It’s okay. This won’t take long.” He grabbed her wrist and led her to sit on his lap, facing the crowd.
Her limbs trembled with need. A sheen of sweat coated her skin. It took all her self-control not to turn and bury her face in his neck. One more whispered plea and she knew he’d give her what she needed. He’d end both their torment.
He parted her thighs with his hands, encouraging her legs to drape over his, exposing the soaked crotch of her panties.
She vibrated, thrummed. She’d been infused with hyper-sensitivity. Even the subtle scratch of his suit material made her whimper.
“I want you to watch her closely.” His voice became low, brutal in its command. “I need you to focus and make sure you read all those signs.”
Her breath hitched, the anticipation killing her. Her heart threatened to explode, the pulsing muscles on fire behind her ribcage.
“Are you ready, sweetheart?”
She nodded as he guided her loose hair away from her shoulder to place his lips at herear.
“This time the test comes in words,” he whispered. “Let’s see what reactions I can inspire.”
She nodded, ready and oh, so willing to hear his dirtytalk.
“You sure you’re ready?”
“Yes,” she gasped. She was ready for this to be over so she could jump him, smash her lips to his, and drag his body beneathhers.
“Okay.”
She heard his swallow and felt the tease of his beard against her cheek.
“Ella…” His voice was barely audible, leaving everyone clueless to their conversation. “I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a while. But I didn’t know how you’d react.”
She nodded, the frantic bob of her head trying to encourage a speedier outcome.
“Ella…” He stopped, sighed, those hands on her thighs becoming sweaty. “I loveyou.”
Arousal vanished. Noise, too.
There was nothing.
No thoughts. No comprehension. Only a slow repeat of his gentle declaration through hermind.
“That doesn’t look good.” Distant words fractured herdaze.
“Whatever you said wiped away thelust.”
