Page 61 of Brutal Sin
Lust had never felt like this before. It had never started in his chest and worked its waydown.
At the bar, he’d tried to convince himself it was the alcohol, or the sob story about her husband that pulled at his usually non-existent heartstrings. This was supposed to be about Ella finding someone to fuck. It was about getting her to participate in the demonstration. It was about business. But in here, facing himself, it became harder to live thelie.
He liked her. He fucking liked her. “Damnit.”
He ran his hands through his hair, entwined his fingers at the back of his head, and placed tight pressure on his skull.
This was Tera’s fault. In one phone call, she’d fucked with him, messing with his head in so many ways he couldn’t think straight. She’d reminded him of his childhood, and how he’d once believed in happily-ever-afters and all that naive, fairytale bullshit.
It had tostop.
He couldn’t do this to himself.
He couldn’t do it toElla.
She had baggage. Issues.
The appeal didn’t make sense. Yet, it was there, building from a molehill into a mountain, right before his eyes, and there was only one way to make itstop.
