Page 42 of Brutal Sin
Chapter Eleven
He’d thrown thebet.
He’d deliberately thrown the whole fucking thing.
She didn’t even know yet. She just lay there, blinking up at him with sated, euphoria-glazedeyes.
He hadn’t been able to talk himself out of it. She’d been at the mercy of his touch, her perfect body writhing and contorting with each of his movements. Then he’d paused, unable to stand the thought of her coming sosoon.
He’d known how much time he’d had left. He’d known exactly how long it would take to get her back to the peak, too, and he’d stopped anyway.
For what? A handful of seconds of her at his mercy?
He couldn’t remember a woman ever ensnaring him with erotic fascination. She wasn’t merely sexual, she was sensual. A combination of vulnerability and confidence. Carnality and trepidation.
Obviously, he suffered from a case of temporary amnesia. He’d played a hand in innumerable sexcapades. His sexual bucket list had been ticked off long ago. But this was different somehow. If only he could pinpoint the why of itall.
The lust-filled decision to throw the bet was a mistake. And now he was staring down the barrel of an overnight stay in a barely-known woman’shome.
He pasted on a fake smirk, needing to dissolve the blissful state of her features. “Are you ready to apologize for doubting my skills, Ella?”
The daze didn’t fade. Instead, she smiled, those ruby lips making his dick twitch. “Hmm?”
He removed his fingers from her body and fought the need to lick away her arousal. “I’m waiting for you to admit you were wrong.”
She chuckled. Breathy. Barely audible.
She was a pliable kitten.
Hefelt thesame.
“I was wrong.” She pushed to her elbows, then her knees. She straightened before him, putting her bra back in place, then glanced over her shoulder. “But it’s five past nine. You didn’t win thebet.”
He could’ve talked his way out of it. Probably could’ve convinced her she’d been lying in a trance for more time than she had, but again, that amnesia had him questioning why he wanted to leave in such a hurry. “I guess I’m not quite as good as I thought Iwas.”
She tilted her head, blinking up at him. He itched to loosen the top button of his shirt, to adjust his cock. She had him in all sorts of discomfort, and he’d be damned if he showedit.
“Are we done here?” She raised to her elbows.
“I don’t know how to answerthat.”
She’d come. He’d felt it. Her pussy had spasmed around his fingers. More thanonce.
She’d bucked.
Writhed.
Shit.He needed to get the memory out of hishead.
Her smile increased, her lashes still batting in a lazy, content rhythm. “It was a subtle way of asking if you were done.” She pushed to her elbows, her thighs closing slightly. “I mean, can I return the favor?”
“No.” God. No. The last thing he needed was to be force-fed more temptation. “This isn’t a favor. Thisis…”
Torture. Pure and simple.
She stiffened, and finally that daze fled the scene like an Olympic sprinter.
He wanted to fuck her in so many ways he’d be able to publish a sex guide to rival the Kama Sutra. But before he did all that, he wanted to spank the look of rejection off her face. “Fucking you is a bad idea, that’sall.”
