His Pretty Sin

“Seven… eight… nine… ten!”

Cheers erupt as a blonde girl pulls away from the guy she’s kissing. She looks pleased with herself. He looks even more so.

“Damn,” someone mutters. “She went in.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” the blonde says. “He’s hot.”

“Spin again!”

The bottle turns, slows… then stops.

Gemma gasps, a mischievous expression on her face and I immediately know my cousin is up to no good.

I glance down and feel my stomach drop. “No.”

“Yes.”

“You’re evil.”

She smiles sweetly. “It’s your turn.”

“Truth,” I say immediately.

“This is dare or dare,” Gemma reminds me. “You knew that.”

“I absolutely did not.”

“Too late.”

I sigh. “Fine. Dare.”

She doesn’t hesitate. “I dare you to pick anyone in this club and make out with them.”

A few people groan.

“That’s basic,” someone says.

“For at least one minute,” Gemma adds.

“That’s not basic,” I say flatly.

“Go,” she urges. “Don’t think.”

Unfortunately, I already am.

My gaze drifts toward the bar, scanning everyone until my gaze met with a man standing by it, dressed simply, dark-haired, calm in a way that stands out in a loud place like this.

He still doesn’t look away from me . And I take that as a clue, I will hate to go and get rejected but judging from the way he’s staring back at me, he will be my perfect option.

I stand before I can change my mind. My legs feel steady even if my nerves aren’t.

He turns toward me as I stop in front of him, eyebrow raised.

“Hi, I’m going to be very direct,” I tell him. “I was dared to make out with someone for a minute.”

He studies my face. “And you walked over here.”

“Yes.”

“I…” he clears his throat “ What if I say no?”

“You won’t..you shouldn’t”

He shifts on his seat, and I can feel his hesitation.

Fuck me, if this guy rejects me that will confirm what Reid said to me, that no man will find someone like me attractive. Why will I not believe it, when he’s the only man I’ve ever been with all my life.

I sigh “ Its fine if you want to say no though, I’ll just leave”

Why did I even come here, this guy is way out of my league.

“This is so stupid, I’m so–“

“Are you sober?” he asks

“Enough.”

“And legal?”

I fight back a smile. “Very.”

He sets his drink down. “Then I suppose I’d be rude to say no.”

I glance over my shoulder. “They’re timing it.”

He nods, his eyes on my lips as he grabs my wrist “Come here”

I step closer, close enough to feel his heat. His hand settles at my waist firmly, a smirk on his lips.

“Ready?” he murmurs.

I nod.

Then his mouth meets mine.

He kisses me softly, slowly like he’s tasting me. His thumb presses into my hip, grounding me as his lips part mine. I respond without thinking, rising onto my toes, my fingers curling into his jacket tugging him closer like I might disappear if I let go. I kiss him back harder, losing whatever restraint I thought I had.

God, he can kiss!!

His other hand comes up, sliding into my hair, fingers curling at the base of my skull. He tilts my head back just enough to deepen the kiss, his mouth moving against mine with unhurried confidence, like he knows I’ll follow.

And I do.

I part my lips willingly, eagerly, and he takes his time exploring my mouth with his tongue, stealing my breath until I’m clinging to him without shame. The kiss turns messy, wet, hungry, the kind you feel in your thighs.

He pulls me closer until I can feel the heat of him through our clothes. I rock into him without thinking, a slow, instinctive movement, and his breath falters. He responds immediately, pressing back, grinding just enough to make it very clear how turned on he is.

His mouth leaves mine briefly, dragging kisses along my jaw, down the side of my neck. He nips lightly at the sensitive skin just below my ear, and I swear I see stars.

“Oh—” I catch myself on his shoulder, nails digging in.

“Easy,” he murmurs, his hips moving with mine, slowly, like he’s teasing us both.

He groans again, the sound vibrating straight through me. I feel it between my legs, a slow, aching throb that makes me press closer, desperate for friction.

“ONE MINUTE!” someone yells over the music and I know it’s from the table.

He pulls back just enough to breathe, forehead resting against mine, lips brushing mine with every word.

“Should we stop,” he whispers softly.

I swallow. “I don’t want you to.”

A small smile curves his mouth.

He kisses me again, slower and deeper, like he’s savoring it. Like he’s memorizing the way I taste, the way I melt against him, the way my hands shake slightly when I grip him too tight.

When he finally pulls away, I feel it like a loss.

His thumb brushes along my swollen lower lip, lingering for half a second too long.

“If we don’t stop now Pretty Sin, I won’t be able to explain what I will do next,”

I nod, still catching my breath. “Yeah, Okay.”

He steps back, deliberately putting space between us. “Enjoy your night,” he adds, like we didn’t just do that.

I walk back to the table feeling dazed, my cousin staring at me with her mouth open.

“What the hell,” she whispers. “Who is that?”

I shake my head, still tasting him. “I don’t know.”

When I glance back up, he is already gone. I sigh and grab my bag before turning to face Gemma “I need to use the restroom”

“Go ahead girl, I know it’s an ocean down there”

A few people laugh. I roll my eyes, heat crawling up my neck. “When I’m back, we’re going home.”

I stagger towards the restroom area, I’m not drunk, I didn’t drink much but I’m sure as hell adrenaline drunk.

I find the ladies’ restroom and just as I’m about to open the door, a hard hand grabs my waist and slams me against the wall.

I groan “What the—“ His mouth crashes into mine, stealing the rest of my words.

My eyes fly open. I struggle for half a second until I feel his tongue, the familiar heat, the unmistakable scent of his cologne. The fight drains out of me instantly.

It’s him.

I kiss him back just as hard, just as rough, matching his hunger stroke for stroke. My heart is pounding so loud it feels like it might explode. My body trembles with every nerve in my body lit, with desire pooling low and tight, my pussy desperate and alive.

I’ve never felt anything like this—this rush, this loss of control, this raw need vibrating through me.

He breaks the kiss suddenly and I let out a frustrated sound, chest heaving.

“Can I have sex with you?” He breathes, his voice hoarse and low.

What a polite way to ask a woman if you can fuck her.

I don’t answer. I kiss him again, and he groans against my mouth taking that as his answer.

And why not? We’re never going to see each other again.

Before I know it, his right hand is between my thighs, his left lifting my skirt, his body pressed fully into mine, trapping me against the wall.

He grabs my panties and rips it causing a surprise yelp from me.