POV: Marcus
She panted beneath him. Skin flushed. Lips parted. Her hair fanned out like a halo.
But there was nothing f*****g angelic about the way she looked up at him.
Her thighs were already spread, wrapped around his own.
Her dress was wrinkled from how Marcus had shoved it up, exposing the beautiful legs he had spent months spying on from afar.
And he was already too far gone to stop.
Celeste Sinclair was soft chaos. All mouth and defiance. She talked like she didn’t care what anyone thought, but she had moaned for him when no one was listening.
And now that he was between her legs, finally where he had dreamed of being for nights that bled into weeks, Marcus knew one thing with painful clarity.
He was going to ruin her.
And he was going to f*****g enjoy it.
“Take it off,” h
