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

glance my way as she walked down the hall and up the stairs.
I didn’t even realize that I was frozen in place until he
walked out of the room shortly afterward. He was wearing
the exact same thing as everyone in the party, but there was
absolutely no doubt that it was him. Unlike his companion,
his head whipped in my direction and his eyes found mine.
Something about it propelled me to move forward. My
heart pounded hard as I walked past him, and just when I
thought I was going to leave him behind, he grabbed my arm
and pulled me toward him. I stopped breathing. My heart
was suddenly pumping in my ears, throbbing as relentlessly
as the spot between my legs, because despite me thinking he
was mean, there was no denying that I wanted him. My body
wanted him. I pressed myself against him, taunting,
tempting, and when he lowered his face to mine and bit my
lower lip, I gasped into his mouth and threw my arms
around him, deepening the kiss. It was unlike anything I’d
ever experienced. The way my body moved into his hands as
they explored my body was purely erotic. Purely carnal. The
music stopped as it switched into another song, that started
o low, and the sound of heavy footsteps rang out in the
hall. It was then that I snapped out of it and pushed away
from him, my chest heaving as I struggled to catch my
breath. His hand held mine for a second, as if he didn’t want
to let me go, but I tugged and walked away.
I walked by a man going the opposite direction, my face
burning beneath my mask. I wondered if he’d seen anything
and if so, how much. When I got upstairs, I idled around,
watching the people on the dance floor having fun dancing
while others started hooking up around them. I took that as
my cue to leave. I made an e ort to find Pierre to say
goodbye, but it was no use. Everyone looked the same in
there and the darkness wasn’t helping. I made my way to the
door.