Black Hearts (Sins Duet #1)

I want to be all there is for her.

She cries out, her fist in my hair, yanking hard as she sinks further into me, hips rocking for pressure, for purchase. I give it all, my fingers going in deeper, sliding along the right places, my tongue working her clit overtime, her sweetness running down my chin.

I’m not sure I can ever get enough of her. Of this.

I’m doomed in the most maddening way.

No matter what fucking happens between us, I’m not going to walk out of here a winner.

Neither of us will.

We might not even make it out alive.

She’s close to coming now and I swear, somewhere in the distance, I can hear people talking as they make their way through the trees.

It doesn’t matter.

She comes hard into my mouth, her clit pulsing beneath my lips, and I drink her all in, keeping her coming until she moans for me to stop.

I pull my head away and look up at her serene, pleasured face, wiping my lips with the back of my hand.

“Not fucking done with you yet,” I growl at her.

I grab her by the waist and hoist her up, pressing her back against the tree. She lets out a lazy yelp before hooking her legs around my waist.

I don’t have a condom. It doesn’t matter.

I quickly unzip my pants, take my throbbing cock out and push into her with one quick, brutal thrust that wrings all the air from my lungs.

She gasps, my mouth biting at her neck, my hand yanking at her shirt, trying to get at her skin. After all I’ve devoured of her, I still want more.

She has no idea the hold she has on me.

This sweet hell she’s dragged me in.

“Fuck,” I groan, slamming her back again, my pumps becoming faster and faster, like I’m trying to nail her to the god damn tree. We kiss and it’s messy, teeth clacking against each other, lips and tongues trying in wild desperation to win.

Everything inside me is swirling, a black pool of turmoil with no end in sight. I want to ravage her, fuck her, screw her, keep doing this to her until all these feelings go away.

I’m angry. I’m so fucking angry that my heart feels something for her.

That she’s getting under my skin.

That she’s making me question who I am.

“Vicente,” she gasps and I think maybe I’m just fucking her too hard. Her head is starting to slam back against the tree, her nails are digging into my jacket.

But when I look at her, her eyes are focused over my shoulder in surprise.

“People can see us.”

God, I almost blow my load right then.

“Oh yeah?” I ask, breathless as I fuck.

“They’re watching us,” she says, her words twisting into a moan.

I don’t bother turning around. If there are people there, I know what they’ll see. Me, naked from the waist down, my bare ass squeezing as I relentlessly ram my cock into her, her legs clutching around my waist.

“Let them look,” I say, grunting into her neck as my pace picks up, sweat dripping from my brow and onto her chest. The fact that strangers are watching only heightens the sensations, makes me extra aware of her sexy little gasps as I slide my fingers over her clit, aware of the mist as it chills my bare legs. Everything is magnified.

This must be what it’s like to be blindfolded.

Only now I can stare into Violet’s eyes, searching for her release. Her lids are heavy, her gaze is languid. She trusts me. She trusts me so much.

I can barely handle the thought.

I suck her bottom lip into my mouth, like she’s candy.

“I’m coming,” she moans, eyes closing, head rolling to the side.

For a moment I think she’ll stifle her cries – she knows people are watching and she has a tendency to be loud. But she doesn’t. She lets it all go.

“Fuck, fuck, Vicente!” she yells hoarsely, her fingers holding tighter and tighter as she pulses and jerks around me. “Oh, god, oh so fucking good.”

“Si?” I ask but then my words choke as I’m caught in the riptide. My orgasm sneaks up on me, like being hit from behind.

It’s devastating.

It stuns me in a way I never saw coming.

I feel like I’m being fileted and for the first time she might see who I really am.

My eyes pinch closed, shutting her out. I’m loud when I come, my cries rising into the trees. I can’t control myself, not right now, not anymore.

Is this what it’s like to dance on a tightrope, one end slowly unravelling?

And then, like a switch, the dance is over.

I collapse against her, sweat dripping off my brow and over my nose. I can hardly breathe but I don’t care. I’m shuddering on the inside, completely unraveled.

Completely frightened.

And I don’t scare easily.

She starts to slip so I gently lower her to the ground and pull out, my cum dripping down her legs.

Got to admit, it’s a deliciously sexy sight.

“Sorry,” I say, clearing my throat. “Looks like we need Plan A.”

She gives me a small smile, nearly falling over on shaky legs. She leans against the tree and after I do up my pants, I help pull hers back on. “It’s called Plan B,” she says. She looks in the distance and my eyes follow her.

There’s a couple of guys a few yards out, peering between the trees.

Perverts.

I stand back up and wave at them. “Get a good show?”

At that they start running off. Luckily none of them had a camera or phone aimed at me, otherwise I’d have to hunt them down and kill them.

And how would I explain that to Violet?

Then again, I already have a lot of explaining to do.

“Well,” she says, blowing a piece of hair out of her eyes. “I didn’t see the band Quick Fuck with Vicente on the festival lineup.”

“No? They’re very underrated.” I smile and I grab her hand. “Come on, let’s go find your brother.”





Chapter Seventeen





Violet




“Can I just say you’ve been a really shitty friend?”

Ginny’s voice is all business but from the way she’s holding out her bright orange cocktail toward me and the pleading look in her eyes, I know she doesn’t mean it.

Which kind of makes it worse.