Sinful Thoughts

Chapter 1 The Slave

Lisa

"Let loose a bit, Alaric," Rhain said to me, his chin covered in human blood and a brunette lying unconscious beside him with two large fang marks in her neck.

After slapping a hand on my shoulder, he beckoned for a human blood slave. The woman sashayed over to him and sat in his lap, throwing her platinum-blonde locks over her shoulder and showing him her neck.

Rhain pulled her closer and glided his fangs up the side of her throat. "You look like you haven't had a good time in a while, A. Lisa isn't doing it for you anymore, is she? You should suck her dry and find another slave."

I balled my hand into a fist by my side to control myself at the mention of Lisa's name. He and the rest of my family might've thought that she didn't please me, but they were wrong. She was so irresistible to me that I forced myself not to touch her like I should've.

Slaves were our property to do as we wanted with them. But if I lost control with her, I would kill her, and I couldn't fucking lose Lisa. I had held it together for months now, but being here with Rhain tonight and watching him carelessly drain woman after woman ...

I could only imagine how Lisa's blood would taste, pouring into my mouth.

Rhain sank his teeth into the woman's neck, letting the blood pour down the column of her throat and into his mouth. Eyes fading to black orbs, he sucked and sucked and sucked until she fell limp in his arms.

And even then, he drained the blood from her body.

When he finished, he dumped her to the side like he had the first woman. I stared at the table in front of me and shoved away the women who came over and wanted me to suck their blood at this blood bar tonight. I hadn't been to one in hundreds of years.

While I wanted to drink someone dry, I refused to touch another woman since I found Lisa. It wasn't that I couldn't; I just didn't have any desire, knowing that she was waiting at home for me, her blood untainted and fresh.

"If you aren't sucking Lisa's blood like this," Rhain said, gesturing to the women around the bar, who lay helplessly in vampires' arms with fangs buried deep in their necks, "then she's not doing something right. I can fix tha-"

Before he could finish his fucking sentence, I wrapped my hand around his throat and sank my nails into his flesh. "Don't fucking tell me what to do with my slave. She's not your property. She's mine."

Rhain lay back and chuckled. "Lisa could never give you something like this."

Snapping, I shoved him back onto the couch and stormed out of the blood bar to go back home. Unlike the rest of my race, I had always been gentle with Lisa. Other vampires sucked their slaves dry and used them up until they drained their entire life essence. But ever since I laid eyes on her outside the tavern downtown, I refused to use her like that.

I didn't know what drew me to her so much, but I couldn't lose her.

Yet still, humans could only be slaves to monsters like me. Nothing else could become of us, especially when Father still ruled these lands. He had demanded I take a slave and drink her blood every night even though I had no desire to drain Lisa like he and Mother drained so many men and women.

Walking back to my skyrise that overlooked the city, I inhaled sharply and stared down at the blood on my hands from Rhain's neck. It glistened on my fingers under the moonlight, the sight and smell making me inhale deeper this time.

It smelled so good.

So fucking good.

To control myself, I squeezed my eyes shut. But all I could see in my head was Lisa on my bed, letting out soft moans as I sank my fangs into her neck and drank more of her than just a couple seconds' worth, like I usually did. Her body squirming under me. Her blood pouring into my mouth. Her body tightening until she came underneath me from the pleasure.

When I reached my building, I shook the thought off my mind and vowed that I would do no such thing tonight. I had been holding back for so fucking long that I feared I would lose control and kill her.

Unlocking my bedroom door, I stepped into the room, loosened my tie, and let out a long sigh that I had been holding all night. After being roped into heading to a blood bar tonight-where humans volunteered to have their blood drunk from a vampire's fangs-I had been desperately trying to control my thoughts.

But from the mere smell of her, I was having a hard time.

Lisa walked out from the bathroom, brushing her silky brown hair and dressed in a loose white dress that left nothing to the imagination. Moonlight flooded into the room, hitting her pale skin and making her veins almost glow.

I tightened my fists and cleared my throat. Lisa jumped up in surprise, holding a hand to her chest and gasping softly. She glanced over at me with wide eyes, her quickened heartbeat drifting through my ears.

As much as I tried to control myself, I had an ache deep inside me to suck more of her blood than usual tonight. I wanted her to squirm in my arms and cry out into my ears while her blood seeped into my mouth.

And her in that dress ...

Fuck.

"What are you doing home so early?" she asked, placing the hairbrush on my dresser.

Unable to stop myself, I shot forward at lightning speed and grasped her by her thick hips, pulling her closer to me, burying my nose into the crook of her neck, and inhaling the scent of cherry blossoms.

"Alaric," she whispered, fingers curling into my chest.

I glided my teeth against the artery in her neck and relished in the feel of her blood pulsing against my fangs. "I'm going to be rough with you tonight, Lisa. I've tried to control myself around you for months now, but I can't hold back any longer."

The scent of her salivating cunt drifted through the heavy air. She wanted this too.

Dipping my hand between her legs, I massaged her swollen clit and pressed my dick against her thigh, wanting to touch every part of her body with my own. Lisa was mine. I moved the tips of my fangs against her throat, promising myself that I wouldn't let this get too out of hand tonight.

I would drink her blood.

But I wouldn't kill her.

I couldn't.

She let out breathy little moans into my ear, her fingers digging into my back. "I've been wanting this for so long." She spread her legs and wrapped them around my waist, grinding her pussy against my suit pants. "Please give it to me."

As soon as the words left her pretty mouth, I sank my teeth into her throat and shivered in fucking delight. Her blood poured into my mouth, her pulse racing around my teeth. I undid my pants and thrust them off, pulling her closer and shoving myself into her.

"Alaric," she murmured, her voice getting lost in the air.

She tightened around me, clenching down so fucking hard on my cock, her walls gripping on to me, even when I pulled out of her. I sucked more of her blood, pumping in and out of her as hard and as fast as I could.

Tilting her head away from me, she moved her hips back and forth against me. I grunted against her and drank as much of her as I could, quickly losing control. Usually, I only drank from her for a moment or two, not wanting to hurt her.

But I physically couldn't stop myself tonight.

I needed it.

After sliding my hands underneath her thighs, I lifted her into the air and buried my face into the crook of her neck, continuing to thrust into her tight hole. Blood rolled down her shoulders and chest, staining her white dress, but I couldn't stop. I couldn't fucking stop. I needed more.

"Don't stop," Lisa moaned, clenching on me. "Please, harder."

With my arms wrapped around her waist, I pumped into her harder and sucked. She tightened on me and threw her head back, moans spilling out of her mouth, and exploded all over my cock, buried deep inside her.

I grasped her and held her down on me as far as she'd go, her pussy pulsing all over me. I sank my fangs into her and stilled, pleasure shooting through my body from the mere taste of this woman.

My cum filled her tight little hole, and when it started rolling down her thighs, I pulled out. Feeling the blood roll down my chin, I forced myself to pull away from her. With her arms still wrapped around my shoulders and her legs around my waist, she stared at me with wide eyes and grasped the side of her neck, touching the blood all over her fingers.

"Alaric," she whispered.

"Are you okay?" I asked, setting her down on the bed, kneeling before her on the floor so we were at eye-level, and tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Lisa, tell me you're okay, please."

She curled her lips into a small smile. "I didn't know that's what you liked."

"I don't, Lisa. I just-"

"You do," she whispered, glancing down between us. "I know what your family thinks of me and what they think of you for not draining me like they do with their slaves. If you had told me earlier, I would've let you lose control." She nervously rubbed her hands together. "I d-"

Before she could finish her sentence, I pressed my lips against hers. Since the moment I met her, Lisa had always been a nervous wreck, a pushover. She didn't talk back and didn't like confrontation. And she didn't start drama like some of those girls at the blood bar did to get attention.

Maybe that's why I loved her so much.

When I pulled away, she stared at me in shock. "Alaric ..."

"I know that you feel it too," I murmured against her lips. "I know that you're not supposed to mean anything to me. But I can't fucking stop thinking about you, Lisa. You're the only woman I can drink from anymore, the only person I want. And I don't want to hurt you."

"But your father ..."

"Fuck him," I said, grasping her hands. "I want you to be mine-and not as a slave."

"You want ... me?" she asked, heart pounding so loudly through my ears. "Me?"

"You," I whispered, joining our lips again. "Only you."

Rosalie

What Eli and I have, is...... complicated. But it didn't feel that way tonight. And I don't know how to feel about that.

I've just taken a step when the door bangs open and Eli is standing there, sans jacket, nostrils flaring, and eyes a vortex of desire.

The temperature shoots up instantly and I swallow. "I...I was going to heat you some dinner."

He walks toward me, eating up the distance in two strides, and wraps his hand around my throat. "Be my dinner."

And then his sinful mouth captures mine.

I'm lightheaded, absolutely ensnared, and completely taken with my monster of a husband.

His tongue thrusts between my lips, claiming mine, and my heart feels so light, my body floats on the clouds as I wrap my arms around his neck.

My curves mold to his hard muscles and I hang on to him for dear life.

When he pulls away, I breathe. "Whew. What a good night kiss."

"If you believe I'll stop after a kiss, you're in for a massive surprise, Mrs. Jones."

"Yeah? What do you intend to do?"

"Kiss every inch of your body, then fuck you for all the times I couldn't."

I want to ask why he couldn't before, but he pushes me against the bed and claims my mouth again and I'm a goner.

Tomorrow is for questions.

Today, I want to feel the best day of my life.

ELI

Somewhere in the back of my consciousness, I'm fully aware that I shouldn't be doing this.

I flip her onto her stomach, my hands stroking and rubbing everywhere I can touch.

The last thing my wife needs is my cock nudging against her arse, demanding access inside her or growing rock-fucking-hard at the thought of claiming her.

Owning her. Engraving myself beneath her skin. And yet, apparently, I couldn't care less about any possible side effects of my inability to stay away.

The scents of roses and flowers and depressingly familiar candy floss saturate my nose until I'm full of her. Her smell, the feel of her soft skin beneath the roughness of mine, the visual of her creamy flesh compared to my tan complexion. The gentle, absolutely ravenous moans she releases as I rip her zipper open.

"Can you stop ruining my dresses?" she mumbles against the pillow, staying completely still as I shove away the blasphemous thing keeping me from her.

"I lack the capacity to be gentle when it comes to you, Mrs. Jones." I roll her hair around my fist and lower my lips to her ear. "But you knew that already when you teased me all night long."

"I...did no such thing." Her voice drips with forbidden desire and flickering lucidity. She's so fucking beautiful, I can't look her in the eye without feeling the burn in my bones.

"Is that so? Did I imagine your hand and legs not so accidentally brushing against my thigh?"

"Hmm. Maybe. Did it work?"

"Do you want it to work?" I run my hand down to her arse, stroking the thong that slips between the crack and then slap the inviting flesh, and she groans, her lips parting. "Judging by how wet and ready you are, I'd say you definitely do. Don't you know it's advised to steer clear of murky waters?"

"I was never good with following advice." She wiggles a little, her breathing growing shallow. "I'm so bad at that. Ask my therapist. Or maybe don't."

"Silly, silly fucking girl." I slap her arse again, and her head slumps forward. "You shouldn't want me."

"I could say the same about you. But we're here now, so do something. I'm a little sore, but I can take it."

"You can take my cock plowing inside you, huh?"

"Mmm."

I lick the shell of her ear, something I discovered she loves. A shaky breath rushes out of her as she whimpers, her flesh turning hot to the touch.

And I'm done for.

Fucking finished.

I lose my goddamn mind.

A groan leaves me as I slide a pillow beneath her stomach so she's settled in an erotic position. With another slap to her arse, I lift up the thong's elastic band, then let it snap down on her flesh. Her throaty moan echoes in the air, and my dick hardens and strains against my briefs as if her lips are wrapped around it.

I swiftly chase away that impossible image as I unbuckle my belt. "This is going to be fast and rough, beautiful. I can't slow down or take it easy."

"Yes, please."

"Jesus fucking Christ." Why do I love the sound of her begging? If she so much as said please outside of sex, I'd let her have anything-my goddamn sanity included.

I shove down my trousers and briefs in one swift go. My engorged cock bobs against my half-exposed abs, precum shining at the tip.

My fingers find her clit and I rub her in methodical circles. She's so wet, my fingers drip with her arousal and an obscene sound fills the bedroom.

My wife grows pliant, her legs opening farther and her moans turning throatier and deeper.

"Call me beautiful again." She lifts herself up, her fingers clenching into the mattress.

When I say nothing, she cranes her head to the side, probably to get a look at me. However, I wrap the belt around her throat and hold it and her hair as I shove her face down.

Parting her arse cheeks, I slide my cock against her soaking slit, up and down, in a torturous rhythm that tightens my abs.

Her muffled moans fill the air and she tries to wiggle, to invite me inside her glistening cunt, but I resist.

Barely.

My grip on the belt turns deadly, until I'm sure it'll snap under the pressure.

There's nothing I'd love more than to claim her like a fucking animal and watch her blood mix with my cum again, but that sick thought would only make me lose her for good.

So I continue rubbing our juices together, the sound echoing in the air as the smell of her sweet cunt flares my nostrils.

"Eli...oh my God..." she mumbles. "Please..."

I can feel her thighs shaking as she rides and humps my cock. I remain still for a moment, watching her pink cunt sliding up and down my length in jerky, desperate movements that still look sophisticated and innocent.

Christ.

I never knew a pussy could look so fucking erotic, so beautiful that I want to ruin it. Ruin her.

Which is a goddamn problem, considering my attempts to put her back together.

Though, deep down, very deep in my black demented soul, I do want to break her to fucking pieces.

Maybe I'll do that after I glue her back together so that she never finds her way out of my orbit.

My cage.

My fucking grip.

I thrust all the way inside her in one go. The sudden motion renders her frozen as a whimper falls from her lips.

Her cunt tightens around my cock, strangling me for dear life. I allow her a second to adjust, my harsh breathing matching her strained pants.

Once I feel her relaxing, I drive into her with collected deep thrusts until she's entirely slumped over the pillow. "You look so fucking beautiful when you're being torn apart by my cock, Mrs. Jones."

She clenches around me, her throaty soft moans filling the air like a chant-witchcraft whose sole purpose is to dismantle me to fucking pieces.

"You're the most beautiful when your tight little cunt is being railed by me. You're dripping for me and taking my cock so well. That's it, mmm, show me how much you're mine, wife."

Her little body rocks back and forth, her arse rubbing against my groin, and I slap it a few times. She releases stuffy long moans and I fuck her harder, deeper.

This is why I shouldn't touch my wife. Why I abstained for fucking years from claiming her. Not only is it a sure recipe for her mental decline, but she messes up my control, brings down my walls, and turns me into this sporadic entity of unhinged impulsiveness.

I don't stop when she screams into the pillow or when her body shakes and she milks my cock.

I don't stop when she shivers and releases small moans.

I certainly don't stop when she lies there completely spent.

If anything, I go harder and faster. My balls tighten, but I don't let myself come.

Not yet.

Not now when this could be the last time I fuck her.

I blame my lack of sleep for my unleashed sickness.

"Oh God, Eli." She tries and fails to look back due to my grip on the belt. "I'm so sensitive..."

"You shouldn't have provoked me, then, shouldn't have flaunted yourself in barely-there clothes and offered what's mine to the public. Now you'll take my cock as punishment and thank me for it like a good wife." I slap her arse.

She groans.

"Let me...let me look at you."

"No."

"Please...I want to see you." The desperate lust in her voice almost demolishes the very last of my resolve.

I'd give anything to thrust my tongue in her mouth as hard as I'm thrusting my cock, to own her in irrevocable ways that can't be undone.

I pull out to the tip and almost flip her onto her back.

Almost.

The image of her frigid eyes and the unattainable void in her expression flash before me and I slam back in her again, tightening the belt so she stops talking.

Then I fuck her like a madman.

I fuck her so raw, she slides back and forth and the headboard hits the wall with loud bangs.

My fingers find her clit and she squirms, fighting the unavoidable, but I tease and circle and press her pleasure button until she trembles around me. Her muffled moans fill the air as my abs tighten, my balls grow heavy, and I come inside her inviting cunt in waves.

The release is even stronger than last night. This is why I've kept my distance. I knew whetting my appetite once wouldn't be enough and that I'd need to do it again and again before I'd ever be satisfied.

Even now, as I watch a streak of my cum sliding down her thigh, I want to restart the ownership process all over again.

As she slumps forward, I release the belt, letting her head rest on the pillow.

I pull out mid-orgasm and decorate her red arse with my cum. She hisses at the contact against her sensitive skin and I part her cheeks, massaging it into the crack and pressing it into her virgin hole.

"We need to prep you so you can take my cock in this tight little hole, Mrs. King."

I walk to her bathroom and wet a towel with warm water, quickly wipe my cock clean, and tuck myself back in before I grab another towel and go back.

My wife is still in the same position, but her legs are in the air, crossed at the ankles as she stares at the bathroom door.

Her expression is softer now, and some mascara is running down from her eyes, because she cries during sex, apparently.

And she couldn't look any more beautiful.

Rosalie Jones is dangerous waters that I should never have tread. But, now that I've tasted her, felt her confirmed how fucking good she feels wrapped around me. I don't think I can go back. I don't think I want to go back from this feeling.

I'm in to deep. And it's the reason why I didn't want to fuck her in the first place.

And this marriage may be temporary, but she's mine. And I have enough time to fuck the thought of future lovers out of her.

Nicholas

It didn't take long for me to secure the penthouse and all but drag Ava into the luxurious suite. I was so fucking hard my cock almost punched a hole through my pants, and the images I had running through my mind...

Fuck. I was going to destroy her, but any remaining shred of conscience I possessed had disappeared the moment she'd uttered those words.

Maybe I like those things too, Nick

My blood roared at the memory.

Baby, you have no idea what you got yourself into, I thought, shutting the door behind me.

Ava stood in the middle of the bedroom, wearing a floral dress over her lingerie and a half-nervous expression. With her doe eyes and innocent features, she resembled a sacrificial virgin awaiting defilement.

My cock throbbed harder.

"Take off your clothes," I said, my soft voice a whip crack in the silence.

Part of me wanted to bury myself deep inside her as soon as possible; the other part wanted to savor every moment.

Despite a slight shake in her hands, Ava didn't hesitate. She kept her eyes trained on mine as she unzipped her dress and the gauzy material pooled around her ankles. The swimsuit went next, sliding down inch by torturous inch until a masterpiece of bare golden flesh unveiled itself.

I devoured her with my eyes, taking in every detail and imprinting it in my mind. Her skin glowed bronze beneath the suite's dim lights, and her body...Christ. Round ass, long legs, the sweetest little pussy, and firm, perky tits-not big, but enough for a handful and tipped with hard, rosy nipples that were perfect for sucking and nibbling.

Her chest rose and fell with every breath, and she stared at me with nothing but trust in those big, brown eyes.

Oh, sweet girl. If you only knew.

I circled her, a predator toying with its prey, so close I could smell the tang of her arousal.

I stopped behind her and pressed my body against hers until she could feel my angry, steel-hard erection against the soft curve of her ass. She was naked as the day she was born while I was fully clothed, and somehow that made the scene even filthier.

I pressed my lips to her neck, enjoying the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath my mouth.

"You want me to take you, baby?" I murmured. "Ruin you, pound you into a pathetic mess, turn you into my little fuck doll?"

A whimper escaped her mouth and shot straight to my groin, hardening my already aching cock. "Y-yes."

"You say yes so easily." I licked the hollow between her neck and lower jaw. True to my nickname for her, she tasted like sunshine and honey, and I wanted to devour her. Feed off her light, consume every inch of her until she was mine and mine alone. "But do you know what it means to be taken by me?"

Ava shook her head, a quick, small movement that underscored her innocence and naivete.

Not for much longer. Once I got my hands on her, she'd be filthy. Broken. Just like everything I touched. But she'd be mine. And I was selfish and cruel enough that I'd take her with me while I burned down the world.

"It means you're mine. Your mouth is mine..." I rubbed my thumb over her bottom lip before trailing it down her chest and pinching her nipples. She moaned. "Your breasts are mine..." I drifted lower, adjusting my position so I could squeeze her ass. Hard. "Your ass is mine..." I reached around and parted her thighs, sliding my fingers past her slippery folds. She was so wet they were drenched within seconds. "And your pussy is mine. Every inch of you belongs to me, and if you ever let another man touch you-" My other hand closed around her throat. "He'll end up in pieces, and you'll end up tied to my bed and fucked in every hole until my name is the only one you remember. Do you understand?"

Her cunt clenched around my fingers. "Yes."

"Say it. Who do you belong to?"

"You," Ava whispered. "I belong to you, Nicholas."

"That's right." I slipped my fingers out of her pussy and thrust them into her mouth. I hummed in approval when she sucked and licked her own juices off without my asking. "Do you taste that, sweet girl? That's the taste of you signing your life away. Because from now on, I own you. Body, mind, and soul."

Another moan, this one even more eager than the last.

I released my hold on her. "Get on your knees." She sank to the floor, so beautiful it made my chest hurt and my cock throb. I fisted her hair and tugged it back until she stared straight up at me. "If it gets to be too much, tap my thigh." When she nodded, I tugged her hair harder and ordered, "Open your mouth."

I slipped the head of my cock into her waiting mouth, slowly pushing deeper until I was buried all the way down her throat.

"Fuck." The sensation of her mouth engulfing me was so hot a shudder rippled through my entire body, and I almost shot my load right there. I hadn't done that since I was a teenager having sex for the first time.

Ava blinked up at me, her eyes watering from my size and how deep I was, but she didn't tap out, so I stayed still while she adjusted.

After what felt like an eternity but was in actuality a few seconds, she started licking and sucking-slowly at first, but quickly building up to a rhythm that had her bobbing her head up and down with enthusiasm.

My other hand shot to the back of her head, and my abs shook from the effort not to come down her throat before I was ready. "That's it," I growled. "Suck that cock like a good little whore."

The vibrations from her ensuing moan traveled all the way up my spine. I started thrusting into her, faster and faster until the only sounds were that of my ragged breaths, flesh slapping against flesh, and the gurgles coming from her throat. I was so rough I half-expected her to finally tap out, but she never did.

I pulled out at the last second and came all over her face and chest, the thick white streaks coating her skin in a glistening sheen. My orgasm burned through me, wild and hot, razing any lingering doubts that stood in its way, and I watched my cum drip off Ava's chin with possessive, lust-filled eyes.

A pale pink flush of arousal stained her face, and her gaze remained locked to mine as her tongue darted out to lick a drop of cum from the corner of her mouth.

Holy fuck.

I'd witnessed or partaken in just about every filthy sex act imaginable, but that small movement might've been the hottest thing I'd ever seen.

"Get on the bed," I ordered, my voice thick with gravel. "All fours. Now."

Her hands and knees barely had time to hit the mattress before I stripped off my clothes and came up behind her, spreading her thighs with my hands.

"You are so very wet, my beautiful whore." I licked her glistening juices off her skin, savoring the taste and delicate female scent that drove every man crazy. I pushed a finger inside her tight, slick folds and was rewarded with a loud whimper. "Do you want me to eat out this gorgeous cunt of yours?"

"Please," Ava gasped, pushing back at me. "I need-oh God." She dropped her head, her squeal muffled by the pillows when I flattened my tongue against her clit, alternating between long, slow licks and fast flicks. I was so fucking hungry-for her, for her taste, for the innocence shattering beneath me at this very moment. I feasted on her like a man possessed, my hand digging into her flesh, my fingers curling inside her until I found the spot that had her bucking against my face. I gently tugged on her clit with my teeth, flicking over the sensitive nub with my tongue, and she exploded, her screams reverberating off the walls.

"You taste so fucking good," I growled, lapping up every drop while she shook and trembled beneath my touch. "The perfect appetizer for tonight."

Ava twisted her head to look at me, her face flushed from her orgasm and her eyes round with shock. "That was an appetizer? I thought-you-"

"Baby, this is a twelve-course meal." I rolled on a condom and slid my already-hard-again cock along her drenched folds. "And we're just getting started."

I gripped her throat and slammed into her, and all conversation ground to a halt, unless you counted her moans and my grunts as conversation. She felt like heaven to my hell, the closest I'd ever get to salvation, and yet I still wanted to drag her into the depths of Hades with me. I fucked her so hard I was afraid I'd break her, but every time I eased up, Ava uttered tiny warning growls that had my lips curving in a mixture of satisfaction and amusement.

It turned out my sweet, innocent lamb was actually a dirty little slut in disguise, and I'd never been happier to be wrong.

I flipped her over in time to see her shatter once more, her pleasure-glazed eyes and sighs urging me to go faster and deeper until I, too, came apart in a powerful orgasm that ripped through me with the force of a Category Five hurricane.

When my breathing slowed and I came down from my high, I found Ava staring up at me with a strange expression.

"What is it, beautiful?" I brushed my lips over hers, already preparing myself for the next round. If I was going to hell for this, I might as well enjoy every second.

"No kissing or face-to-face contact during sex," she murmured. "Kathy told me those were your rules."

I paused. She was right. Those were my rules-ones I created after I was old enough to realize emotions had nothing to do with sex and feelings had no place in the bedroom. I'd never once broken them-until tonight. And I hadn't even thought about it or realized it until Ava reminded me. I enjoyed fucking from the back more than the average man-there was a sense of removal that came with it, which was why it was my position of choice-but I'd wanted to see her. To watch the way she reacted to each shift in movement, to see her face when she fell apart and screamed my name.

And that was when I realized I was well and truly fucked.

"You're right, sweetheart," I said, dropping my forehead to hers with a resigned sigh. So. Fucked. "But the rules never applied to you."

I was a goner. Ava Smith had me wrapped around her fingers and she had no idea yet.

I know I'm going to hurt her. It's inevitable. I'll hurt her so bad she'll try to forget everything about me.

But even if she successfully erases me, there's no escaping me.

I'll claim her again.

And again.

I'll carve my name beneath her skin so deeply, she'll find me in her dreams.

And her nightmares. I'll make sure I occupy every inch of her and every nook and crany there is.

Because she's mine.