Page 18 of Connor (Total Sinners #2)

Connor

I should have stopped.

I fucking knew I should have.

Every day, I told myself it would be the last time. That I’d get some goddamn sleep, sober up, and let Summer live her life without me dragging her down any more than I already had.

But then night fell.

And I found myself back here.

Standing across the street from her apartment, hands shoved deep into my pockets, stomach twisted in knots. I didn’t go inside. Didn’t knock. Didn’t do a damn thing except watch. Like some fucking stalker.

"This is fucking weird."

North’s voice came from behind me, but I didn’t flinch. I’d been expecting it. Him or Quinn. They’d been keeping tabs on me ever since I got kicked out of the dealership just before the last fight with Summer. I had a feeling that they were afraid I’d go completely off the rails.

Joke’s on them. I already had. Why else would I go back to my Dad to ask for my job, then fuck it all up and leave with a concussion and bruises across my face?

I know what Summer thought they were, but there hadn’t been another woman since the bitch who begged for my cock in her ass.

I couldn’t really deny it though, not after all the other time’s I’d shown up like that.

Beaten and bloody, with only one excuse on my lips.

Someone’s husband. Someone’s boyfriend, or brother.

She didn’t need to know it was always the same person. None of them did.

North stepped up beside me, hands in his jacket pockets, watching Summer’s window like he could see what I saw. "You look like some Lifetime stalker villain."

Quinn crossed her arms, unimpressed. "If you’re trying to prove you’re father material, this ain’t it.

" She buffed her nails against her pants, then blew on them like she wasn’t shoving a fucking knife into my ribs.

"Maybe try, I don’t know, flowers? An apology?

Getting down on your knees and promising you’ll never be a dickwad ever again? "

I ignored them both.

Because I couldn’t stop.

Because if I stopped watching, if I turned away, if I let myself sit with my thoughts for even a second, I might actually have to face what I’d done.

It had been four days.

Four days of standing here, night after night, punishing myself. Four days of not knowing where she stood, what she was thinking, what the hell she was going to do.

And then I saw her.

Through the window of her apartment.

She was sitting across from some guy. His back was to me, but I could see her. See the way she smiled. See the way she laughed. The breath locked in my lungs. Then the guy stood, gathering his books, and said something that made her smile even wider before he walked out the door.

I didn’t think. I was already crossing the street. Already heading for her door. By the time she turned around, I was pushing my way inside.

She gasped, stumbling back. "Connor, what the fuck?"

My chest was burning like I had swallowed fire. "Who was that?" My voice came out rough, dangerous.

Her brows furrowed. "Excuse me?"

"Don’t play dumb. Who the hell was he?"

"A study partner."

I let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "Right."

She glared. "You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to storm in here like—"

"Like what?" I stepped closer, my voice dropping lower, thick with resentment. "Like I fucking care who my baby mama is fucking?"

Disbelief flashed in her eyes. "You’re unbelievable." She moved to shove past me, but I caught her wrist. Gently.

"Let me go," she snapped.

My voice came out low, rough, shattered. "You slept with him, didn’t you? Was it that easy to replace me, Summer? Did he make you scream his name when he bent you over for him?"

My jealousy was insane, I had no right to be this way after everything I’d done and for a second I heard my father’s voice in my words—in my tone. Her eyes flashed with rage.

Then everything snapped.

I grabbed her. I took her. I kissed her like I was trying to drown in her, die in her, take every last breath she had left and make it mine.

She moaned into my mouth, her nails clawing at me, tearing at my shirt, at my skin, like she needed to hurt me back. Like she needed this just as much as I did.

I ripped her against me, dragging her up my body, lifting her onto the counter like she weighed nothing. My lips tore down her throat, my teeth scraping, biting, leaving love marks that wouldn’t fade by morning.

I pocketed her panties, and pushed her dress up, bunching the fabric at her waist, baring her to me. She shuddered as I traced my fingers over her skin, rough, worshipful , my mouth pressing kisses down her collarbone, across her chest, my lips mouthing the words I couldn’t fucking say out loud.

I kissed down her stomach, sucking at the soft skin just above her navel. I bit at her hip, dragging my tongue over the sting, making her gasp, her nails scraping my scalp.

I dropped to my knees in front of her, spreading her thighs wide, breathing her in.

"Fuck, baby, look at you," I rasped, dragging my fingers through her slick heat, watching her tremble for me.

"Connor," she whimpered.

"I know, baby," I murmured against her skin, teasing her entrance, barely pushing inside, enough to feel her clench around me. "You’re soaking for me. Did you miss me that bad?"

She nodded, breath ragged.

I chuckled, dark, broken. "That’s my good girl."

Her thighs trembled as I slid a finger inside her, slow, torturous, my palm pressing against her clit.

I watched her fall apart, watched her head tip back, her moans turning into cries, her legs wrapping around me, her body writhing as she fucked herself on my hand.

"You want more?" I teased, curling my fingers inside her, dragging them against that perfect spot, the one that made her shake.

"Yes," she gasped.

"Say it."

"Please, Connor," she whined.

I groaned, adding another finger, stretching her, working her open. "That’s it, sweetheart. Take what I give you."

She was so fucking wet, slick and coating my fingers, making obscene noises every time I fucked her deeper.

I pressed my lips to the inside of her thigh, kissed the spot where I’d leave another mark, biting down as I rubbed her faster, harder, watching as her entire body tensed, her whimpers turning into high-pitched gasps.

"Connor—"

"Give it to me, baby," I growled, pushing her over the edge, watching her shudder, watching her come so fucking hard she nearly collapsed against the counter.

I didn’t let her rest.

I grabbed her waist and flipped her over, bending her against the counter, spreading her legs apart with my knee. Braced her still flat belly with a soft palm. She was still shaking, still pulsing around nothing, her thighs slick, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

I pressed against her, sliding through her wetness, teasing her entrance, rubbing my cock through the mess I’d made.

"Tell me you fucking missed this," I whispered, voice rough against her ear.

"I missed it," she gasped.

I slid in an inch.

She whined.

"Missed what?" I taunted, nipping at her earlobe.

"You," she panted. "I missed you."

That was all I needed.

I slammed into her, bottoming out in one brutal thrust, her moan breaking into a scream.

"Fuck, Summer," I groaned, grabbing her so fucking tight, my hands leaving fingerprints on her hips. "You take me so well, baby."

I pulled out and drove into her again, my hips snapping against hers so hard the counter creaked and she moaned a high and helpless sound.

I slid my hand around her throat, tilting her head back, letting my lips drag along her pulse.

"You love this, don’t you?" I growled, fucking her harder, my other hand squeezing her ass, spanking her once just to watch her jolt.

"Yes," she gasped.

"You love me ruining you," I whispered against her ear, biting down on her earlobe.

"Connor," she sobbed.

I groaned, dragging my fingers to her clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles.

"You wanna come again for me, baby?"

She nodded frantically, her body tensing, shaking.

"Then do it," I demanded, thrusting deeper, feeling her squeeze me so tight it was unbearable.

She came with a cry, her body locking up, her moans turning into helpless little whimpers, and fuck—she was so fucking tight, so wet. I lost it.

I buried myself as deep as I could, my groan breaking as I filled her pussy, groaning roughly at the squeeze of her cunt on my bare cock, my mouth mouthing apologies against her neck. I never meant to hurt you, baby.

I stayed inside her, my forehead pressing against her back, my hands smoothing over the bruises I’d left on her skin.

Then, slowly, I pulled out, still painfully hard even after cumming inside her.

I dropped to my knees and spread her open, my breath catching as I stared at the mess I’d left behind—the bruises on her hips, the bite marks along her thighs, the way she was still soaking, still wrecked from me.

Our combined released dripping out of her swollen pussy lips.

"Fuck," I whispered, pressing my lips to her trembling thigh, inhaling her scent. I should have left it there. I should have let her breathe. But I couldn’t. Instead, I licked up the inside of her thigh, spread her wider, and groaned.

"Fuck," I whispered again, already wanting more.

I dragged my fingers through her folds, feeling the hot, wet slickness that wasn’t just her anymore.

My cum, still inside her, mixed with her release, coating my fingers as I traced the mess between her thighs, spreading it over her swollen clit.

My cock twitched, already aching to spend again.

"You feel that, baby?" My voice was dark, rough, my fingers lazy as they slid through her slit, rubbing the evidence of what I’d done to her in slow, teasing circles. "That’s all me. That’s my fucking cum inside you."

She moaned, her thighs shaking, her breath catching. I grinned against her skin, pressing my lips to her hip.

But I wasn’t done.

Not yet.