#Chapter 433 - Catharsis

Ella I barely have time to close the door before Sinclair slams me against it, but I don’t feel an ounce of pain – No, because I need this just as badly as he does – and I want him, hard, now – Sinclair grabs me low behind my thighs, yanking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. Eager, already panting, I shove at the fabric of my skirts, getting it out of the way as he moves one hand between us, fumbling at the button of his pants before shoving them down and freeing himself. Then he returns his hand to me, a single deft move tearing the delicate fabric of my panties, tossing them to the ground – Sinclair groans, fierce and feral, as he drives his hard, thick cock deep into me in a single powerful thrust. The moan that rips from my own throat matches his. Because I want him – need him – as badly as he does me at this moment, after that horrible surprise – We spent two more hours in that hall holding back our emotions, greeting delegations, doing our best playing happy King