Jesus, I’m so fucked.
Our mouths were a breath away. The desire and tension were almost more than I could take. Abruptly, he removed his thumb from my mouth, cupping the back of my neck, pulling hard on my hair, before his lips settled across my mouth. My breath caught as my mind was undecided as to whether I should pull back or allow him to delve further.
Who am I kidding?
There was no allowing. I was Core’s possession, and the cocky bastard knew it.
Sensually, I moaned as his tongue curled around mine, demanding that it come out and play. He awakened a need that lay dormant in the pit of my stomach, a need that only he could satisfy.
His hand skated down and squeezed my hip while his eyes were fixed on me. “I want you. Now!” he growled.
My pulse raced, and my body trembled with want. He was crumbling my resolve. Diabolically, he stripped me emotionally bare, leaving me vulnerable and raw to the bone. He was revealing a piece of me that would be better left hidden. The message was clear. He knew what I needed, and he would give it to me if I took the leap of faith.
“Sinful.” He licked my bottom lip slowly. He pulled back with his eyes locked onto me with a power that left me breathless. “Are you mine?” he asked gruffly.
My heart raced with sickening excitement. I knew that he was evil, lust, and darkness personified. He should have terrified me, but he didn’t because I was just as fucked-up in the head as he was.
“Always,” I whispered.
“I’m never letting you go, Sin.” Tilting my head back, he kissed me hard. “What I claim, I keep.”
I was a spider trapped in his web.
“Now, get on your knees,” he ordered in a brusque tone.
This was it—the moment of truth that would seal my destiny. Self-preservation finally kicked in.
My mind screamed like a banshee, Run, Sin! Tuck your ass and run!
My body tightened, preparing to run away as if a horde of paparazzi were nipping at my stilettos.
Core’s cold gray eyes narrowed. “I’m a hardhearted, ruthless motherfucker who doesn’t know shit about love or relationships.” He pulled me forward, one hand taking a firm hold of my wrists, while his legs forced my knees apart. “And neither do you.” His free hand ripped off my panties. “Perfection is complete fantasyland bullshit.”
This is a great start to what I hope to be a great steamy ride. Core is just yummy, a jerk but hopefully he will fall head over heels for Sin. Sin is a beautiful up and coming fashion designer who has just entered into a deal with the devil. I don' want to give to much away since it is a serial.
I cant wait for more, Sedona left a lot questions to ponder upon while she writes the next installment. Go add to your TBR pile.