The-Sinful-King-By-Claire-Contreras-PDF

“Adeline.”
“Adeline. Adeline. Adeline.” He used it as a chant with
each thrust, as if he needed to remember who it was he was
fucking, and when he flipped us over so I was on top, I made
sure to make it so he’d remember this chant tomorrow when
I was far away from this place and he was attending another
one of these parties.
He brought his hands up to my breasts and squeezed my
nipples, making my back arch on its own accord. My orgasm
took me by surprise, the sensation crawling through me all
at once until it felt like I would explode from the inside. I felt
when he found his own ecstasy, his well-formed abs
clenching beneath my fingertips as he pumped inside me
and growled my name once more. I never once said his. I
didn’t know what to say if I wanted to. It was better that way.
I knew I’d remain completely unattached if I had no face to
his name and no name to every other part of him. We lay
beside each other, breathing hard, covered in sweat, and I
wondered if I should get dressed and leave now. Etienne was
probably still upstairs. I’d left my phone at home, knowing
they’d take it away from me if I brought it, so it wasn’t like
he had any way to reach me.
My answer came when the man beside me began to snore
lightly. I pushed the sheets away and went to the bathroom.
That was when I noticed tiny trickles of blood. I didn’t think
he’d broken my hymen. I was pretty sure gymnastics and
horseback riding had done that, but now I wasn’t so sure. My
thoughts raced. Were the sheets bloodied? No. This was too
little blood to begin with. I flushed, washed my hands, and
dressed quickly, placing the mask back on my face before
making my way to the door. I glanced at him one last time.
The sheet was covering just the right parts, as if it had
purposely been draped over him for a photograph. I sighed
as I opened the door and closed it quietly behind me. A part