Page 190 of Heartless Sinner

He swiveled his hips and whispered darkly, “This wet pussy was made for my cock.” Another swivel. “Only my fucking cock.”

His next thrust hit deep enough to steal whatever control I had. I broke our kiss and released a drawn-out moan.

I gripped his shoulders and buried my face into his collarbone before biting down on it. Hardly any time passed before I crashed over the edge again.

I sank my teeth into his shoulder and lowered my hand to drag my nails down the front of his shirt. He gasped sharply, breaking his rhythm for a moment before fucking me harder. Books fell from the shelves around us.

He stopped, his body locking tight, before he trembled.

I pulled away, staring at him in awe as he came undone. His brows drew together, lips parting as he gasped.

This time, his face went to my shoulder as he groaned against my skin so roughly that I swore my veins vibrated.

He rained kisses down my neck before slowly easing out of me. The silence of the library rushed back to me.

I gasped as his cum dripped down my leg, reached down, and coated my fingers with it before sucking them clean.

“Jesus,” Brooks groaned while adjusting the mask bunched around his neck. “That’s so fucking hot. You’re about to make me fuck you again, and this time, I might break this fucking bookshelf.”

I struggled to breathe. “I think you just checked a major fantasy off my list.”

He inched back to pull up his pants and smirked. “I look forward to checking off every one on that list.”

I smoothed a hand down my skirt, feeling droplets of his cum there, and kept my voice low. “I do think we need to start using condoms.”

I straightened my collar, trying to erase any evidence of what we’d just done, then returned to the table.

Brooks followed at an unhurried pace and dropped into the chair across from me like he hadn’t fucked me hard enough to give me a concussion with a bookshelf.

I rubbed my thighs together, positive the scent of what we’d done lingered in the air. I could still feel the evidence of him between my legs.

He planted his elbows on the table, leaning in close with an arrogant smile. “According to the guidelines, we should be using protection and getting you on birth control.”

Out of all the Fawn rules we’d broken, this suddenly felt like the one we probably shouldn’t fuck around with.

“Why aren’t we doing that then?” I asked.

He offered a careless shrug. “Imagine the headlines if I knocked you up.”

I was ready to smack that grin off his face. “Are you nuts?”

Where is my image-obsessed Brooks?

“I think you know the answer to that,” he replied.

I shot a nervous glance toward the stairs. “Getting me pregnant would completely ruin you.”

His grin faded, something unreadable passing over his features. “Why do you say that?”

I stared at him, eyes wide in disbelief, and tilted my MacBook so the screen faced him. “Have you seen the headlines about us?”

He didn’t even glance at the screen. “Yes, nearly all of them.”

“Has your father?”

“He has.”

“Who was the leak?”