Page 29 of Sinful Desires (Sinful #4)

She smirked, pressed a hand to my chest, and rose to her toes, her lips hovering near my ear. “Now, move . Jonathan’s waiting, and I don’t like to keep my one-night stands bored and lonely.”

“Didn’t take you for the kind of girl who opens her legs for a man who’d snap if you rode him too hard.”

Her nails curled into the front of my bulletproof vest, digging deep. “I’d take anyone with a pulse,” she hissed, “as long as they’re not you.”

I dropped my head to the crook of her neck, dragging in a breath. She smelled like sweat, lavender, and something filthy I’d never get enough of.

“What turns you on more, Scarlett? His hands on a platter, or mine between your legs? Make. Your. Choice.”

She chuckled darkly. “Bring me his hands. I’m sure they’d be more useful than yours. Besides, I don’t want you.”

My tongue dragged up her skin, slow and rough. “Why is that, Miss Harper?”

Her head tilted back, eyes fluttering. “I don’t fuck cowards.”

My hands came up, pinning either side of her face. My nose traced the line of her throat before my lips brushed her ear. “Cowards?”

Her hands dropped to her sides. “Men too scared to take what they want,” she breathed out.

And fuck, I wanted to.

To bend her over right here, make her scream until her voice was gone and her legs gave out, until my name was the only thing left in her mouth.

“Who said I’d ever want you ?”

She slipped her hand under my vest, fingers dragging down my abs until they reached the bulge straining against my pants. We both watched as her hand cupped my cock through the fabric, slow strokes over the hard line of it.

Her lips brushed mine, just enough to burn. “Don’t you?”

Putain de merde.

Si seulement elle savait.

I dropped my mouth to hers, but she turned her face at the last second, my lips landing on her cheek, close enough to kill me.

“Anyone could walk in, Mister LeRoy,” she whispered.

My hand shot up, fingers wrapping around her throat.

“I thought the military taught you control, soldier.” Her gaze lifted to mine.

“You think this is a game?” I muttered, my thumb grazing the edge of her jaw.

She pouted. “Isn’t it?”

“You’re playing with fire, beauté .”

And maybe I was already burning. Maybe I wanted to see just how far she’d let me go before I turned to ash.

Her hands gripped my biceps, nails digging in just enough to sting. “Good. I’ve always enjoyed a good burn.” She rose to her toes, her tongue trailing slowly over my lips, a deliberate provocation.

My grip on her throat tightened. “ Encore ,” I said, my voice rough.

She obeyed. Tongue slick, teasing, filthy. Then teeth. She bit down on my bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth.

For a second, something in me begged to stop. To walk away. To remember who the fuck she was and what this would cost.

But it was already too late. My control wasn’t slipping.

It was gone.

“Scarlett,” I rasped. “Tell me to stop.”

She shook her head, her breath coming harder, pupils blown wide. She didn’t even flinch when my fingers flexed against her throat.

“Fuck,” I breathed. “We can’t. I’m the last fucking man you should kiss.”

“Théo?…”

“Tell me to stop, Miss Harper.”

Her hands slid up, grabbing my face with something close to desperation. Then she kissed me, hard. Our mouths crashed together, tongues meeting once, twice. Her moan vibrated straight into my blood.

I pulled back an inch, my forehead pressed to hers. “ Pas ici .”

Her body leaned into mine, soft and needy, all sin and sweetness, and I hated her for it. Hated how much I wanted to throw her against the wall and let the whole fucking world burn.

“Translation, please ,” she whispered, mouth still parted, breath shaking.

A groan ripped from my chest.

Putain.

That word again.

I locked my hands around her thighs and lifted, shoving her against the wall as my mouth crashed into hers again. She tasted like everything I hated wanting.

Sweet. Poison. Mine .

Three fucking years, and I swore my soul almost dropped to its knees.

We were kissing like we meant to rip pieces off each other. Tongues clashing, lips bruising, breaths stolen between bites.

I pressed her harder into the wall, my hands gripping the backs of her thighs as I positioned myself between her legs, spreading them open around my hips. My cock ground against her through my pants, the pressure so fucking good it made my teeth clench.

She let her head fall back, lips parted, chest rising hard against mine.

“Fuck,” she breathed, and I felt it right through me.

I dragged my mouth down her neck, biting just under her jaw.

“We shouldn’t?… Fuck, Scarlett. I gotta stop?—”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

She arched into me, nails scraping the back of my neck like she didn’t know if she wanted to pull me closer or rip me apart.

“Do you want me, Théo?” she muttered, grinding against me again, rougher, harder.

I groaned against her skin, my mouth locked on the spot just below her ear, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

“Say it,” she whimpered, voice shaking. Her fingers grabbed my face, forcing me to look at her. Eyes wild. Lips swollen. “Say you want me.”

My breath caught. My cock throbbed so hard it hurt. “I fucking want you, Scarlett.”

Her lips brushed mine. “Only me?”

“Only you .”

“Then prove it,” she rasped, biting my lip again. “Or get the fuck out of my way.”

I kissed her deep and hard. Her hips rolled into mine, slow and punishing. Wet heat soaked my pants, every roll pulling a curse from my throat. I pressed her harder into the wall, my hands gripping her ass.

“ Tu sens tellement bon ,” I growled into her neck. “You like this, huh? You like rubbing that soaked little pussy against my cock?”

She whimpered, hips stuttering as I ground against her. Her nails dug into my neck, desperate now. “Say it again.”

“I want you, Scarlett. Je te veux comme un fou .”

I kissed her jaw, dragged my mouth along her cheek, then took her lips again. She let out a broken moan, her thighs tightening around my waist, her body trembling.

“I?…” Her voice cracked, breath coming fast.

“Now. Say my fucking name, chérie .”

Her forehead dropped to mine. Her hips jerked. Her body locked up in my arms. “ Fuck , Théo!”

She shattered, wet and shaking, grinding down on me through her orgasm. I held her there, chest heaving, watching her fall apart in my arms. My mouth brushed hers.

Three years ago, she drowned in my arms.Now she was drowning me.

Fuck.

I didn’t think dry humping could knock the air out of me, but then again nothing with Scarlett Harper ever played fair.

“Good job, pretty girl.”

Her lips found mine again, slower this time, and I groaned into her mouth, biting back the need clawing up my spine.

She held my face softly. Too soft. Her thumb grazed my cheek. She hummed, almost smiling. “You feel like an angel.”

My breath caught. That word twisted something sharp inside me.

“You look like one too.”

I stared at her, my brow furrowed, pulse pounding, something raw cracking under my ribs. I leaned in, voice low against her skin. “ Te souviens-tu de moi, Scarlett? ”

Her tongue flicked against my lips again, smug and lazy. “English, please.”

“Do you—” But I didn’t get the chance to finish. My phone buzzed like a bullet through my spine.

I didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to let go. But the real world clawed its way in, dragging me back from heaven.

The fog snapped.

“Fuck,” I muttered. I tore myself away, hands clenching like they wanted to go back.

Her heels hit the floor with a sharp clack, and the heat between us died like a flame smothered by ice.

I cursed under my breath and yanked the phone free just as she rushed to the door and let it slam behind her.

The only thing she’d left behind was her thong, still warm in my pocket.

Forever mine now.