Page 162 of Heartless Sinner
My heart did something stupid at that.
He didn’t even give me a chance to remove the wig myself. Brooks ripped it off and tossed it somewhere behind him.
His hand returned to my face. He swept his palm over one cheek, studying every inch the wig had hidden.
It was like he needed to make sure it was me and me only.
His Daphne.
His mouth crashed back onto mine. So hard, desperate, and needy. It seeped with a possessiveness only he could deliver.
He dropped me to my feet and ripped my panties down my legs. I kicked them away while he shoved my dress up around my waist.
Neither of us had an ounce of patience left.
His movements were rushed. Sloppy. Desperate.
And God, I loved knowing I could make him lose control like this.
He eased my legs apart and stepped between them, hitching one around his hip before adjusting me exactly where he wanted.
My body pressed harder against the wall when his fingers sank inside me and curled forward.
“Yes,” I said around a strangled moan.
My knees were ready to give out, but Brooks had me trapped between his body and the wall. I bucked against his hand, so greedy for more, as my pussy tightened around his fingers.
“Please,” I begged in desperation.
“Please what, baby?” Brooks asked, not slowing down.
I hated that he sounded so damn pleased with himself about how turned on I was.
At how I was fucking his hand like it was everything I needed in the world.
“Please,” I moaned. “Anything.”
Another whine shook out of me when he slid his fingers out.
He reached toward the nightstand, snagged the condom box from the drawer, and tore one open with his teeth. I watched impatiently as he rolled it on.
Then he was back on me.
He turned me around, and I planted my palms against the wall.
He grabbed my waist and pulled my hips back toward him before spreading both cheeks.
Smack!
The sting shot through me.
I freaking loved it.
His palm cracked against the other cheek.
“So fucking perfect,” he said.
I waited for another smack, but instead, his touch softened.
