Page 115 of Cursed

“Look at me,” I demand. “I want to see your eyes when you come again.”

Sadie’s gaze locks with mine. The vulnerability there, the complete surrender, feels like a freight train crashing into me. This—this connection—is what I’ve been chasing my entire life without knowing it.

“Harder,” she pleads, nails digging crescents into my shoulders. “Please.”

I comply, resuming my relentless pace, my grip on her ass tight enough to bruise. A picture frame next to us rattles,threatening to fall. I couldn’t care less if the entire penthouse collapsed around us.

“Touch yourself,” I command, adjusting my hold to free one of her hands. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”

Her fingers slide between our bodies, finding her swollen clit. The sensation of her walls beginning to flutter around me nearly sends me over the edge.

I grit my teeth. “That’s it, little butterfly,” I encourage, watching her face contort with building pleasure. “Give it to me. Give me everything.”

Her inner walls clamp down around me as her orgasm hits, and I capture her mouth in a frantic kiss, swallowing her cries. The feeling of her pulsing around my cock unravels me. White-hot pleasure races up my spine as I thrust deep one final time, emptying myself inside her with a guttural groan against her lips.

“Fuck, Sadie,” I pant. Our tongues tangle as the aftershocks ripple through both of us.

I hold her against the wall until our breathing steadies, savoring the connection of our joined bodies. When I finally lower her to the floor, her legs are like jelly. I watch with satisfaction as a trickle of my release slides down her inner thigh.

“Don’t move,” I command, retrieving her discarded panties from the floor.

I drop to my knees before her—a gesture I’d make for no one else. Carefully, I guide her feet through the lace openings, then slowly drag the fabric up her legs. I pause to press a possessive kiss against her sensitive core before covering her with the delicate material.

“There,” I murmur, rising to my feet. I cup her face in my hands, thumb brushing her lower lip. “Now you can go to lunch.”

Her eyes widen slightly. “Like this?”

I smirk, leaning close to whisper in her ear. “I want you to feel my cum dripping out of you during lunch, soaking these pretty panties. Every time you shift in your seat, you’ll remember who you belong to.”

A pretty blush spreads across Sadie’s cheeks at my filthy command, but she doesn’t argue. Instead, she smooths down her skirt and straightens her blouse, attempting to look presentable despite what we did.

“I’ll be back in a couple of hours,” she says.

“Take as long as you need,” I reply. “Just... be careful.”

She steps forward, rising on her toes to press her lips against mine. “I will,” she promises against my mouth before pulling away.

I watch her walk to the door, feeling a twist in my chest as she glances back once more. The sound of the door clicking shut echoes in the sudden silence of my penthouse.

Fuck.

I’m in love with her.

The thought ought to terrify me, ought to spark the urge to cage her, to govern every breath so she could never escape. Instead, I see the truth for what it is: Sadie Reynolds has cut straight into my heart and taken it as wholly as I’ve claimed her body.

I will never get it back. And worse—I don’t want to.

For the first time in my life, I understand what my brothers meant about vulnerability. This woman holds the power to destroy me completely, and I’ve handed it to her willingly.

I’m utterly, irrevocably fucked.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

47

LANDON

Iadjust the dimmer switch, softening the lighting in the dining area to a warm glow that casts gentle shadows across the room. The table is set—actual fucking plates and silverware—something I’ve never bothered with before.