Page 59 of Heartless Sinner

I pointed at them. “There’re your pajamas for the night.”

He bent down, picked up the shorts, and stretched the waistband between his hands. “These don’t even fit around my cock.”

“I’ve seen said cock.” I shrugged. “It’s the master of disappointment.”

“Disappointment, huh? How about I produce evidence of that?”

He dropped his briefs. My smart-ass response disappeared right along with them.

His cock sprang free, and for several humiliating seconds, I did nothing but stare.

“Go ahead.” He nodded toward the abandoned shorts now on the floor. “See if you can fit them around my cock.” He shamelessly stroked himself.

“What the hell is wrong with your brain?”

“A million things.”

My mouth watered at how hard his cock was. The tip was swollen, his fist gliding slowly along his length.

“The better question is …” His thumb swept over the tip. “Why can’t you stop looking?”

“Because I want to bite it off.”

His grin widened. “Do it then.”

I forced my attention above his waist.

He swept his tongue over his upper lip. “But lick it a few times before.”

For one stupid second, I actually considered moving closer, but sense thankfully smacked into me.

“In your dreams,” I squeaked out.

He took three long strides before pinning me against the wall and slamming his hands against the wall on each side of my face.

“You have no idea what you do to my head.” He curled his fist against the wall.

His voice dropped like he was about to deliver his biggest secret. “I dream about you underneath me. About tasting your pussy. Hearing you moan my name.”

He brushed his knuckles over my cheek, surprisingly gentle after those filthy words. “I have plenty of nightmares about you too, but the dreams always fucking win, Princess.”

He slid his fingers behind my neck. “You’re mine in all of them. At Saint Vale. In Calira. It doesn’t matter where you run. You belong to me until I say I’m done with you.”

I hated the tiny ache his words left behind.

Until I say I’m done with you.

That was the reminder I needed to knock some damn sense back into myself.

“Only in your dreams will I ever be yours, Brooks,” I whispered.

I was making my own plan damn near impossible. I was supposed to make Brooks fall for me, not keep pushing him away. Still, I couldn’t stop.

“I don’t want you here.” I looked down my nose at him. “You’re a stalker who followed me across the world because I won’t give you the attention you so desperately want from me.”

I tipped my chin higher, twisting the knife because I was stupid. “Maybe you’re the one who should be on your knees, worshipping me like the obsessed man you are.”

Brooks went completely still.