Confess (Sin City Salvation #1) by A. Zavarelli

Author:A. Zavarelli [Zavarelli, A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Sin City Salvation #1
Publisher: A. Zavarelli
Published: 2018-09-23T04:00:00+00:00

MY BODY MOVED BEFORE MY mind could process what I was really doing. It wasn’t my conscience, but my heart that led me to him.

I’d been torn about this man from the very beginning. From day one, I had declared that I could only ever hate him. But between the shadows of last night and the early light of day, something had changed between us. He knew my darkest secrets, and now I knew his.

I needed to go to him. Breathe in his scent, feel his skin against mine. It wasn’t logic, it was compulsion. A new addiction that I feared I might not ever recover from.

He looked up at me as I approached, and I reached out my fingers to brush them through his hair. He had beautiful hair. A striking face. And a body that was made to be seen. I could understand why someone would never want to let him go because at that moment, I felt it too. But more than anything, I felt a new rage inside me on his behalf. An equal need to destroy the bitch who ruined his life, and one to comfort him in the only way I could.

I made myself at home on his lap, straddling him as his cock stirred to life between us. “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?”

“No,” he answered, his lips a breath away from mine. “You would be the first.”

I slipped my hands beneath his shirt, savoring the warmth of his skin against mine. “Sometimes, I think you came into my life for a reason. I think you came to save me.”

“Then you would be right,” he answered.

I buried my head in the crevice of his neck and breathed him in. “Why?”

“It’s the only thing I have to offer you.”

I clung to his body, terrified of what I wanted to ask next. “Have you done this with others? Women like me?”

“No.” He petted my hair. “You’re the only one.”

Tension melted from my body, but I was greedy for more. “What about the girls at the club?”

“They are different,” he said.

“Different how?” I demanded.

“They want pain. I want to provide it. That’s all it ever was.”

“And sex too.”

“No.”

I tried to accept it, but the way that girl devoured him with her eyes still haunted me.

He reached up and brushed his fingers against the pulse on my neck. “What are you thinking about?”

“That girl at the club,” I admitted. “You seemed intimately acquainted with her.”

“Pain is intimate,” he said. “Exposing yourself, trusting someone so completely to push your limits but stop when you ask… there’s nothing else like that. Some people, that’s what they need.”

“And what do you get out of it?”

His eyes darkened, and his voice was deeper when he responded. “Power. Catharsis.”

“Do you think of your ex when you hurt someone?” I asked. “Is that it?”

“No. I never think of her.”

“How could you not?” I challenged.

“If I thought about her, that would give her exactly what she wants. What’s done is done. I can’t change the past.

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