Page 86 of Tempt Me

Fallon slowly stopped.

“Maybe I want it all,” she said teasingly.

I hissed. Her heady brattiness was everything I fucking needed and more.

“Bend over Fallon Summers. Now.”

Slowly, so damn slowly, she got on her feet and bent over in front of me.

I didn’t give her time to hold onto anything in the bathroom before getting a handful of those curves and slamming into her. She felt like heaven. I may be a devil, but I would sell my own soul to be with this angel.

“Mmm. That’s a good girl. So tight, holy fuck, Little Voyeur.”

Her clipped whimper was too much. I felt my balls getting tighter and tighter.

“Fuck, Little Voyeur. Oh fuck. I-I’m gonna—”

“Pharaoh. Oh my god. Please fill me up. I fucking love this. I fucking love you.”

My cock drowned the beauty under me, her confession making me lose so much more than my damn control.

“I…” I couldn’t find the words. But I did love her, I realized.

I loved Fallon Summers.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I held onto her hips, pounding into her pussy until she fell over the edge. My mind was racing. I couldn’t concentrate. Her words kept playing on repeat in a cadence with my moans.

I fucking love you.

She orgasmed hard on my cock. This woman wrung me out like a wet rag until there was nothing left. She consumed every part of me. Standing there, my come leaking down her inner thighs, she didn’t know just how much she had of my entire soul.

This was dangerous.

I pulled her into a hug, using my shirt to clean her up from the saliva on her face. The water was warm when I turned on the spray.

“Get cleaned up, Little Voyeur.”

She could hear the difference in my tone, but she obeyed after giving me a hug. I watched her shower, imagining the waterwashing the curse of my love free of her soul. If she could free herself from my love, maybe she would be safe.

I hated myself more than anyone as I put the mask firmly in its place, staring at my reflection but not recognizing the cold chill in my eyes.

“Fallon,” I said when she finished showering, and I was fully clothed once more.

I could smell her on me. Hopefully, I would free her of me…but this woman would remain like a brand in my heart.

“Yes?” she said, toweling her beautiful hair.

I couldn’t even look at her.

“I can’t love you.”

My cold response made her slightly recoil, but she kept running the fabric through her hair, trying to act as if my words didn’t hurt her.

Good, her own mask was coming back into place. She needed it.

“I can’t keep playing these games, Little Voyeur. I can’t see another person I love being slaughtered. I am getting the fuck away from you while I still can.”