All Chapters of Awakened For Sin: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

"Can't answer with my hand here, can you?" Blake's smile was wicked, dangerous, and so fucking sexy I nearly came from the look alone. "Guess you'll have to show me instead. Show me how much you want this."His fingers pressed harder, finding that perfect spot with unerring accuracy, and I bit down on a moan against his palm. The desk was hard beneath me, the edge digging into my thighs, papers crinkling under my ass, but I didn't care. All I cared about was the heat building low in my belly, the tension coiling tighter and tighter like a spring wound too tight."That's it," Blake murmured, his eyes locked on mine with an intensity that made me feel stripped bare in ways that had nothing to do with my jeans around my ankles. "Let me see it. Let me see you fall apart."He slid two thick fingers into my channel with little warning, making me arch my back into him with a strangled sound against his palm. The stretch was perfect, the fullness exactly what I needed, and I was already so wet

Blake's POVI stood there for another long moment, listening to the silence beyond the door. Then I turned back to survey the disaster we had left the office in. Evidence of what we'd done written across every surface. I got to work.First, I gathered the papers, sorting them quickly into piles, salvageable, needs reprinting, trash. I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face. I had never been this reckless, but with Cassie now it was like I couldn't help myself now that I'd had her. Not even Melissa... Cassie was right, she had made herself more available.My jacket went on the back of my chair. The food into the trash. I wiped down my desk with the napkins from the bag, then straightened the items that remained, laptop that hung on the edge. Five minutes and the office looked almost normal. I grabbed my spare shirt from the closet, changing quickly. It was better to start fresh and not have Cassie's scent all over me, too much of a distraction.'I love him.' I couldn't get t

Fawn's POVI stepped through the doors into the penthouse."Mrs. Huntington," Ana appeared from the kitchen, her expression as reserved as always. "Can I get you anything?""No, thank you, Ana." I set my purse down on the hall table. "Did Blake call to let you know he would be home early?""Yes, he said he'd be home around five." She paused. "Will you be having dinner together?""Yes, I think so." I glanced at my phone to check the time. Three thirty. "I'm going to head upstairs for a shower."After I was showered and changed into fresh clothes, my phone buzzed with a message.Blake: Leaving now. Be home in 20.Me: I'll be here.My heart started hammering. Twenty minutes. I was almost as giddy as a schoolgirl.I went to the living room, poured myself a glass of water from the kitchen, and sat on the couch facing the door. Waiting.The minutes ticked by with agonizing slowness.Finally, the doors opened and Blake stepped in, his tie already loosened, his jacket over his arm. He looked

Fawn's POVBlake led me upstairs after we had stacked the dishwasher, his hand warm around mine. Neither of us spoke. The silence between us was charged, electric. Being around Blake was always like this, exciting and thrilling as I anticipated his next move.When we reached his bedroom, he closed the door behind us and turned to face me. My breathing was already accelerating."I want to push you a little more sexually tonight," he said, his voice low and rough."Okay," I whispered, licking my lips.He stepped closer, crowding into my space, his hands coming up to frame my face. His gray eyes were dark, pupils blown wide as if he was thinking about it as well."I need you to understand something," he said, his thumbs brushing across my cheekbones. "When we're in this room, I want you to forget the outside world. In here we only focus on each other. Can you do that?"My breath hitched. "Yes."Something fierce flashed in his eyes. He kissed me hard, his tongue sliding past my lips to cla

Fawn's POV"Stop." Gemma's voice was barely a whisper."Now you're terrified. You walk on eggshells around him. You watch every word, every expression, trying to figure out what mood he's in and how to avoid setting him off. And you're wondering how the fuck you ended up here because this isn't what you signed up for."Gemma turned to face me fully, tears streaking her makeup. "Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?"What did I want? Revenge? Justice? To watch her suffer the way I'd suffered?But looking at her now, seeing the fear and confusion and desperate denial in her eyes..."I want you to be careful," I said quietly. "Richard is dangerous. And I'm sure you are already well aware of that.""I can handle Richard," Gemma said, but she didn't sound convinced."Fawn Jones probably thought she could handle him too."Gemma went very still. "What?""You knew her. Richard's first wife. The one who drowned in her bathtub." I watched her face carefully. "Tragic accident, right?