Master of Her Sins
J. Crosshe treated me like i was nothingone night stand with my bosshe stares at me from a distance but ignores meguy glowing at table
How could you let me bleed?
I arched into him, my hips lifted to welcome the deep, stretching fullness of him, my legs wrapping tight around his waist, locking him to me.
“Fuck, Bela…” he groaned, his hand digging onto my skin.
Seb’s breathing was a ragged, broken sound in my ear, his possessive grip on my hips bruising the flesh as he anchored me to the bed, driving himself deeper and deeper until I begged him to stop.
The climax didn't bring peace, it broke over us like a violent storm.