All Chapters of Awakened For Sin: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Fawn's POVI cried out into the pillow, my pussy stretching around him, the angle so deep I could feel him everywhere. He didn't give me time to adjust, just started thrusting into me hard and fast, his hands gripping my hips tight enough to bruise, pulling me back onto his cock with each thrust."Look back at me," he demanded. "I want you to watch."I turned my head, looking over my shoulder, and the sight nearly undid me. Blake's face was tight with concentration, with barely restrained violence, sweat beading on his forehead as he pounded into me."Oh god," I gasped, the sight pushing me toward another edge I didn't think I could reach."He's not here to help you." His voice was rough, possessive. "Can you feel that, how your pussy grips my cock?"I could only moan in response, my body already climbing again, already tightening.His hand came around, his fingers finding my oversensitive clit, and I shattered for the fourth time, my body convulsing, my pussy milking his cock as I sob

Fawn's POVI stared at my phone sitting there. I picked it up to read the last message from Richard again. The restaurant details glowed back at me. Private dining room. Discreet location. Everything a married man would arrange for a secret rendezvous with another woman.It might be perfect for Richard but it was terrible for my plans.I needed Gemma to know about this dinner. The jealousy I'd seen flash in her eyes last night was exactly what I needed to exploit. If she thought Richard was pursuing me—the beautiful, wealthy and wild Cassandra Huntington—it would create exactly the kind of fracture in their relationship I was looking for. The kind that might make Gemma sloppy, might make her reveal things she shouldn't.But a private dining room wouldn't get me that.I toweled off and slipped into a robe, my mind racing as I moved back into the bedroom. Paparazzi had followed Cassie everywhere before her accident. I'd seen the archive of photos, Cassie stepping out of clubs, shopping o

Fawn's POVThe taxi slowed to a stop in front of Marconi's, its neon sign casting a blue glow across the rain-slicked sidewalk. The rain had stopped on the way over thank god. I ran a hand over my black dress, mentally rechecking everything. My phone silenced but accessible and ready to record should anything get interesting. Cash for the cab tucked in my clutch. Makeup perfect. Expression carefully planted on my face.I paid the driver and stepped out onto the pavement, my heels not slipping against the wet concrete, which I was glad having a photographer lens trained on me. That would have been an interesting shot for the media.The night air felt electric against my skin, or maybe that was just the adrenaline of walking willingly toward my murderer.Through the restaurant's windows, I spotted him immediately. Richard Jones stood at the far end of the bar, nursing what looked like a whiskey, checking his watch with the impatient energy of a man unused to waiting for anyone. But I had

Fawn's POVThe waiter chose that moment to arrive with our main meals, giving me a minute."Is that a problem?" I trailed my finger along the edge of my wine glass. "Art should be shared, not hidden away in some private collection. And it's just a loan. It's not the first time I have done so.”Richard's eyes narrowed slightly. "Interesting that you'd choose to support your soon-to-be ex-husband's business dealings while claiming the marriage is over."I shrugged. "How am I supporting him? This is for my benefit. I appreciate beautiful things being displayed properly. The casino will make an excellent backdrop for that particular piece, increasing its value. I never gave any stipulations on loaning the piece. If you won the bid, it would still be on loan to the casino. If you like to think about business, it's my business by increasing my net wealth.""You're playing a dangerous game, Cassandra," he said once we were alone again. "Helping Huntington win projects against me, yet dining w

Fawn’s POV“Fuck."I watched as he slammed his hand against the steering wheel."The only reason I’m not leaving you to the mess you created back there is because I saw the look on your face when he grabbed your wrist. You’re scared of him, but you’re fucking putting yourself in his path, and I can’t understand why. Did he do something to you before the accident?”I hoped Richard hadn’t been as observant as Blake, because he could wonder the same thing. I wanted to tell Blake. I really did. But that would mean telling him everything, including that his wife was dead and I was hijacking her body. He could never understand that. I was the one living it, and I was still trying to wrap my head around it. How could he possibly believe me? It just sounded crazy.So instead, I asked my own question.“Why did you turn up at the restaurant? I was sure you wouldn’t once I made sure the photos appeared in the media—” I stopped talking abruptly, realizing what I had let slip.And he was too smart