SINNERS' SANCTUARY

A Sinner's Confession

“Is it true? Do you have a girlfriend? Someone waiting back home?”

Kyle sighed and stepped closer. “That’s what’s eating you? Why the fvck would you believe that b***h?” His voice was sharp.

I backed away when he reached for me. “Kyle, just tell me... Do you have someone else?”

His jaw tightened. “No.”

He grabbed my hips and pulled me against him, holding me so tight I couldn’t slip away even if I tried.

“I don’t wanna be a homewrecker,” I whispered, my voice was breaking.

He tilted my chin up, forcing my eyes to meet his. His grip was firm, almost rough. “There’s no one else. Never was. Zoey’s just history... some fling from years ago. Charlotte is stirring s**t because she wants me. I love you, Mirabel. Only you.”

The words hit me like fire. My chest clenched. He had never said it before. Not once.

“You… you love me?” My voice shook. “You’ve never said that. Or are you just–”

He cut me off, his lips brushing my ear. “Do you think I’d play with you this long? You live in my place. You know where I sleep, where I keep my money, my life. I don’t give that to anyone, Lila. Only you.”

“Kyle…” My eyes blurred with tears.

My whole body was trembling.

Then his mouth was on mine, kissing me slow at first, then deeper. Heat flooded my veins. My arms slid around his waist before I even realized, letting him in, letting him own me all over again. Every kiss burned, every touch left me dizzy.

When he finally pulled back, he smirked against my lips. “Don’t listen to them. You’ll always win, angel.”

I wanted so badly to believe him.

Minutes later, we were flying through the city on his bike, my arms were locked tight around his waist. The world blurred, but my head was spinning faster than the wheels:

"Did he really mean it? Did he actually love me?"

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Back at the Condo

The second the door slammed, Kyle’s mouth crashed against mine. His kiss was hungry, desperate, almost violent. He lifted me like nothing, pinning me against the wall as my hands tangled in his shirt.

“Kyle–wait,” I gasped between kisses. “Shower first. I’m–messy.”

He grinned. His eyes were dark. “Then let’s get messy together.”

He carried me straight to the bathroom and kicked the door open. And with one hand still holding me tight, he turned on the shower. Steam quickly fogged the glass.

I slapped his arm weakly. “We're still dressed, i***t!” I laughed breathlessly as he ripped my shirt off.

“Not for long.”

His hands were everywhere, stripping me bare. And his mouth was devouring mine until my knees buckled. My skin burned under the hot spray, every nerve was alive.

By the time he shed his clothes, his c0ck was hard, and it was pressing against my stomach. He spun me, pinning me against the slick glass, and spread my legs.

“Fvck, Kyle–”

I barely had time to breathe before he slammed into me, hard and deep. My scream echoed in the shower, pain and pleasure colliding so violently I couldn’t think.

“Jesus...”

His hands clamped down on my hips, grinding me against the wall as he thrust deeper and rougher. The sting made me cry out, but I clung to him anyway, my nails clawing at his shoulders.

“Fvck, angel, you’re so damn tight,” he growled against my neck. “You love this. Taking me even when it hurts.”

“Y-yes–Kyle!” My voice cracked, shaking with every thrust.

“That’s it. Scream for me.” His smirk was wicked as his c0ck slammed into me harder, so deep I swore I could feel him in my stomach.

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