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  Summary:

  I’m a sinner. A criminal.

  The beast that will never let her go...

  Everyone in England knows the name Casper Jameson. They know that I’m a cruel bastard with no regrets when it comes to dealing with those who cross me. They fear me; a man with no morals. Someone cold—without a weakness.

  Until I see her...

  She’s beautiful; a delicious temptation standing across the room from me without a care. Unaware of the danger that lurks—that this man wants to consume her.

  I’m going to own her every sigh.

  Taste her every moan.

  Drown in her pleasure.

  Let the bloody chase begin.

  COVET (Beautiful Sinner Series) #2

  was written by Elena M. Reyes

  Copyright 2019 ©Elena M. Reyes

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  This work is copyrighted. All rights are reserved. Apart from any use as permitted under the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be reproduced, copied, scanned, stored in a retrieval system, recorded or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without prior written permission of the author.

  Cover design by: Black Widow Design

  Editor: Marti Lynch

  Publication Date: Oct 21st 2019

  Genre: FICTION/New Adult/Romantic Suspense

  Copyright © 2019 Elena M. Reyes

  All rights reserved.

  Acknowledgements:

  Before we get to the book and its yumminess; I need to thank a few people that I adore:

  C.M. Steele: Thank you: For always pushing me when I want to be lazy. For challenging me to be better. For letting me bounce ideas off you and for getting on my case when I fall behind. You’re my favorite chica and I love you.

  K.I. Lynn: My Boo. My wifey. It’s crazy how we met all those years ago and the paths our lives have taken. And yet, no matter where we are or what we’re doing, I know that I can always count on you to stop me from jumping off the ledge or calm me when I’m freaking out. Thank you, babes. I love you with all my heart.

  Marti Lynch: You have the patience of a saint and I love you! I thought for sure this time you’d kill me, but like always, you calm my fears and work with my crazy schedule. Thank you. THANK YOU. This book wouldn’t be ready without your amazing work.

  Black Widow Designs: Thank you for my gorgeous cover!

  Heather and Aliana: Thank you so much for coming in to Beta read this book for me. I appreciate you both so much and I’m blessed to have such amazing women on #TeamReyes. Love you to the moon and back.

  Elena’s Marked Girls: You guys keep me going and always give me a reason to smile. Thank you for everything. For your unconditional support and encouragement. Please know that I love you—that you mean everything to me.

  Tiffany Hernandez: Girl, you came into my life like a beautifully organized tornado and I adore you so hard for it. Thank you so much for all the hard work, for keeping me on track, and stepping in without prompting. It’s because of you that I’m able to focus all my energy on writing and getting things done. You ROCK!

  Hubs and Kiddo: You are my heart. My entire world. Everything I do, I do it for you.

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  Epilogue #1

  Epilogue #1

  OUTTAKE FROM SIN #1:

  1

  “SCREAM FOR ME,” I whisper against her soft skin, licking the few beads of sweat that roll down the back of her neck. Tasting. Savoring this decadent little body that caught my bloody attention just a mere three hours ago. “Say my name, love.”

  My demand is met with more wetness. She’s swollen; ready to be fucked like the horny little beauty she is. Like my perfect dirty fantasy.

  This woman is a temptation I shouldn’t imbibe tonight, but I ignore rationality and indulge. Take without concern for the state of my business or my family. With her skin against mine, I don’t give a fuck about the gun shipment we lost forty-eight hours ago because of some bloke’s incompetency. Because of his greed.

  A reality that is dangerous. For myself. For her.

  I should be ending that man as we speak, but I’m not. I should be spilling his blood as payment, but I’m here, and God himself couldn’t pull me away from Aurora.

  “Please,” the beauty against me mewls, and I throb against her core. I focus on her wetness as it rolls down my girth, caressing every solid inch as I slide between soft, bare lips. Thrusting twice, I spread her slickness while my pierced head rubs against her clit from behind.

  Her back is to my chest. Her body against the solid wood of my door.

  She’s made me break my rules.

  I brought her home. For her, I’ve behaved like the good little boy I’m not, until the moment we stepped foot inside my manor. Now, all bets are off. Moreover, waiting to reach my bed when my hunger’s near demonic is impossible.

  My need is almost debilitating. It controls me.

  And I’m going to make sure she feels me for days after.

  This little one-off has me throbbing, beads of pre-come mixing with her slick cunt as I pull back from between her thighs. Thighs that still hold her silk panties midway down, limiting her movements. Her little black dress, the kind that doesn’t allow for a bra, is thrown somewhere behind me along with my clothes.

  In our haste, everything was ripped off almost savagely and left in tatters.

  “Oh God.” Another whine comes from the back of her throat, a needy little sound that travels straight down the center of my spine and settles on the tip of my length. Her hips undulate, trying to rub faster—to create the friction that I’m denying her. “Don’t toy with me. I need you to...fuck!”

  “Louder,” I say with a groan, slamming inside in one fluid thrust and then pulling back slowly, just far enough so the head touches her entrance—caressing the tiny hole that clenches in search of more. “I want everyone on this street to hear whose cock you want.” Pressing my lips against the back of her neck, I inhale deeply, pulling the soft scent of cherry blossoms with a hint of vanilla deep into my lungs. “Say it, sweetheart. Tell them who you’re crying out for.”

  And I’ll gift her my cock, as much as she wants it tonight, but first I want to breathe in her need for me. I’ll feed off that desperation that showcases our humanity, giving in to its animalistic nature.

  “If you don’t move, I have a hand—” She doesn’t finish, choking instead on her cry of pleasurable pain as I snap my hips forward. My strokes are relentless, almost punishing, but my sweet victim takes it with her head thrown back, meeting me thrust for thrust.

  Grabbing a fistful of dark hair, I turn her head toward me and take her lips in a heated kiss. It’s sloppy and hard for her to concentrate, but I don’t slow down. Instead, I enjoy how lost she is to the pleasure.

  It’s intox
icating. Delicious.

  I revel in her cries. How her fingernails dig into the wooden door. How she rises onto the tips of her toes as I hit a particular spot deep inside when I change the angle of my thrusts.

  “What were you saying?” I taunt, mimicking her American accent. There’s a Chicagoan lilt to her tone that I find sexy and ironic; she’s from the same city I spend a couple of months in each year. Dangerous indeed. “You were threatening me?”

  “Who the hell...oh God!” she cries out, a sweet sound I revel in as I hold her in place, fingers digging in to the point where I know she’ll walk away with my mark. And I like the thought. More than I should.

  It’s frustration and want and everything we shouldn’t crave, but motherfuck, it feels good. Too bloody good. Being buried balls deep as her body trembles in my hold, fighting to move and reach the orgasm she so desperately yearns for, is nothing short of nirvana.

  Releasing her hair, I bring my hand down between us and smack her clit with two fingers.

  Her reaction is automatic; pussy clenching and body arching against me. A harsh shiver runs down her body and into my own, causing my eyes to close.

  The feel of her walls choking my cock is heaven.

  The screams of pleasure are my brand of heroin.

  “You are going to be nothing but trouble,” I hiss from between clenched teeth, my eyes on the way her arse bounces against my thighs. It’s obscene, the sight of her tight body taking everything I give her. Skin slapping against skin, I fuck her with no remorse. Without reprieve. “Such a beautiful chaos.”

  “Please, Casper.” A gorgeous surrender. Her eyes meet mine from over her shoulder, heavy-lidded and hazy with lust. “Fuck, I’m so close.”

  She’s a vocal one, and I love it. Love each sound that slips past that pouty mouth, a delicious shade of red that I’ve kissed off and spread down her cheek.

  Aurora looks like the sweetest mess for me. Like a bad decision under the design of a priceless jewel.

  Like a gem. The kind I’ll covet.

  “You want to come?”

  “I need—”

  “Me.” It’s a growl. An angry sound that erupts from deep within my chest and I pause my movements, keeping myself deep within her walls. “Say it. You need me to make you come.”

  “I do.” It’s low and breathy, and my balls grow heavy with those two words.

  However, I need more. It’s a nagging little voice in the back of my head that demands I make this right.

  I need to see her.

  Watch her face as she comes.

  A hiss escapes me as I pull out, my hardness immediately missing her warmth, but I grit my teeth and before Aurora can protest, I flip her position. On her next breath, I have what’s left of her panties in my fist and I slam her back against the door with those perfect thighs around my waist.

  Her sweet pussy sits just above my cock. Her juices coat the head in a soft caress.

  “What are—”

  “Hold on to me.” That’s the only warning I give her, letting go of the ruined fabric as I drop her weight, sliding back inside in one forceful thrust. One hand cradles the back of her neck, keeping our lips pressed as I maneuver her hips with the other. I’m not gentle. There’s nothing soft about the way I guide her over my length.

  Fast and hard. Near painful.

  The only part of her touching the door is her upper back, and even then, it’s almost hovering. Aurora arches, body bowing in my hold as pleasure rocks her small frame. And yet, as my assault rises into a nearly manic state, her pussy grips me tighter—almost holding me hostage.

  If that’s what she wants...

  “Motherfuck,” I grit out, slamming inside once more and then holding still. Her pussy massages my length, walls pulsing. “Shit, Gem...you’re going to pull the come from me just like this.” Slipping a hand between us, I ignore the use of the nickname and place my thumb over her clit, adding pressure. Just hold it there as her hips do all the work. She’s wild against me, body moving, hips gyrating as she rides me in small little strokes. “That’s it, love. You feel so good.”

  It’s the most exquisite pain.

  “It’s never been like this,” she moans out, fingernails digging into my shoulders as she uses them for leverage. Taking her pleasure from me, and while I’m a man that dominates in every facet of his life, I find this incredibly sexy. Watching her has my abs contracting—muscles coiling—as I fight the urge to take the control back. “Why?”

  A question I don’t have the answer to. It’s never been like this for me either.

  Never have I yearned to watch a woman fall apart in my arms. To drown in her pleasure.

  Moreover, I’m not ready to analyze it. Not yet.

  “Come for me.” I massage her trembling bundle of nerves, hard little circles that cause her eyes to roll back. That won’t do. Not at all. I need her pretty hazel eyes on mine. “Look at me.”

  At once, they do as I say. Her stare locks on mine.

  I inhale her exhale, lips sweeping against hers.

  “I’m so close, Casper.”

  “Then fall.” I tap her clit with two fingers. “Give me what I want.” Bringing both hands to her hips, I hold her tight and then raise her above the head. Just high enough that the swollen tip can slip inside without guidance. “Come for me.”

  “Need more.” A tear. A plea.

  “You only need what I give you.” Then, because I’m an arsehole, I drop her once more. Without an ounce of care, I impale her—gift her that last push over the proverbial edge she needs. It’s pleasure and pain, and the feel of her release is my sweetest torture.

  “Fuck.” One word sums up our need perfectly. My hips piston in and out of her warmth as she comes with a scream, and a light sheen of sweat shines across her flesh. My mouth waters at the sight of her wild abandonment and I lick her chin, biting down on the soft skin as I follow her into bliss.

  Her orgasm slams into me, milking my cock with each pulse of her walls. It’s tight and hot. Messy. Perfect.

  “Christ.” I’m panting against her lips, kissing her slowly as spurt after spurt leaves me, mixing with her juices as I keep a slow and steady pace. My strokes keep her on the edge, riding her release until she becomes sensitive and clingy—holding onto me with her arms and legs, pulling me closer.

  I almost hate how perfect she feels. Almost.

  After a few minutes of trying to calm her breathing, Aurora pulls her face from mine, a now shy smile on her lips. “Wow.”

  I chuckle at that, pushing her matted hair back from her face. “Agreed, love. Agreed.”

  We don’t move. Both just watch the other.

  Neither give a fuck that our mess is running down my cock and probably splattering the marble floors beneath us. At this moment, nothing else matters. Not even the ringing of my mobile somewhere in the background can pull me away from her.

  Those warm and sated eyes.

  Those kiss-swollen lips.

  That rich, dark hair that curls down the middle of her back.

  And it’s that kind of power that pulls the next few words from my lips.

  It’s without conscious thought. Without giving a shit about the consequences.

  I’ll deal with whatever comes...later.

  “Spend the weekend with me?”

  2

  Twelve hours ago…

  I NOTICE HER the bloody second she comes into the room. There’s a shift in the air, a different kind of energy that sweeps over my over six-foot-two frame as I take in every delicate detail of her body. How she walks. How the little black dress she wears clings to each sinuous curve.

  This girl commands the attention of every drunk arsehole without an ounce of effort.

  From my seat, I have a view of every inch of this pub; from its entrance to the bar, to the small dance floor off to my left where bodies grind to the beat of some chart-topping artist. The place is full to the brim, and yet, she’s all I see. All I can seem to focus on, taking into a
ccount every minute detail while all around me people continue to slam back pint after pint.

  Each swing of her hips is a call to the animal within. A taunt.

  The woman she’s with stops a few tables from the one I’m occupying near the back with my men: a setup of high-top seating, and along the wall, two private booths. They greet another couple already sitting there with a small handshake, though hers is more on the distant side, the kind you give a stranger. A bit timid.

  She shifts a bit—head bobbing to the music—and I follow the move, lowering my eyes to roam her small frame and liking the way her hip juts a bit to the side. Naturally coquettish, she’s small but thick where it counts. Young, but legal. A beautiful little thing with the face of an angel and a body made to worship. At no more than five foot three and no older than twenty-two, she’s all hips and thighs and has a gorgeous face with hazel eyes and plump, berry-colored lips.

  Moreover, it’s that mouth that first caught my attention.

  How she throws her head back, laughing at what someone at the table says. How carefree she looks. How those lips stretch wide and her eyes close for a brief moment before meeting mine.

  We hold each other’s stare. Not moving.

  And then that mouth parts in slow motion, her tiny pink tongue peeking out to sweep across her bottom lip, sealing her fate. At that moment, every single thought of retribution leaves my mind. My hunger morphs into something wickedly delicious.

  I need that tight body on her knees.

  I want her breasts encasing my thick cock as I slide between them.

  I want her wetness running down my length, bathing me as those hazel orbs stay on mine.

  “Sir, are you all right?” someone says from beside me, but I pay them no mind. Not when my prey turns as some bloke taps her bare shoulder. I’m out of my seat and across the room before I can register the action, but there’s no ignoring the red-hot ire that burns through my veins at the sight of the pompous wanker.