I moan.
Sin grins. “You can do better than that, babe.”
Staring at the ceiling, I beg for control that’s quickly slipping through my fingers. “That’s as good as you’re going to get.”
“Cute. But I know you can’t resist me.”
Dammit. He’s right. Acting on impulse, my hands delve into his hair before twisting themselves in the soft strands. Even though I know I should pull him away, I hold him closer. “Did I say you could touch me?”
“Did I ask your permission?” He smooths the bite mark on my skin with the swipe of his tongue. Straightening, he admires his handiwork. “Looks good on you.”
Rather than be fraught with memories of bruises, burns, cuts, and abrasions, I’m instead flooded with questions. What would it be like to have Sin mark every inch of my body like this? Would the tremors flooding my veins erupt in pleasure?
No idea.
Hatred and anger, I’m old friends with. Punishment, I understand. But sensual worship? I wouldn’t know what to do with it.
Caught between muscle memory telling me to escape and desire demanding I stay, my limbs lock in place.
Sin ghosts his mouth across my lips. “I won’t take what you don’t want to give, babe. Tell me to stop and I will.”
Choking on words I need to say and drowning in those I can’t, I remain silent.
Sin licks the seam of my mouth. “Tell me to back off. I dare you.”
Even though I know I should tell him why I’m wired this way, the words sit at the back of my throat, waiting for direction from someone other than me.
Sin straightens. He tips my head back, his gray eyes searching mine. “Babe?”
“I—” Glancing away before he has a chance to see the truth, I try to gather my thoughts. It’s a waste of time because they’re as convoluted as ever.
Sin lets go and moves away. Despite my room being tiny, it feels like he’s on the other side of the world. He gestures to the space between us. “You want me to back off?”
My hands to drop to my sides, lost and empty. It’s not until I’m no longer touching him that I realize how much I want to. Driven by an impulse I can’t control, I need Sin’s hands, mouth, and body to claim every part of me.
Consequences be damned.
With renewed clarity, I push the ghosts of my past back to where they belong. “No.”
His expression turns predatory.
“Come here,” I murmur.
Sin’s smirk is dark and devious. “That’s not how it works, babe. I don’t take orders. I give them.”
Sweet God.
My pussy throbs in time with my heartbeat. Arousal seeps from my center, coating the lace of my panties until the soft fabric sticks to my slick skin.
“Get your sweet ass over here.” It’s the slight rasp that does it. The rough tone shimmies over my curves, causing tingles to chase after them.
I’m in front of him before I realize what’s happening. Like a naive sacrifice kneeling before a deviant god, I wait.
“I’m going to own your mouth.” Sin’s knuckles skim my cheek. “I’m going to thrust my fingers deep inside your cunt until you come all over them. I’m going to suck your juices clean and get high on your taste.” He cups my nape, drawing me against him. “Then, I’m taking you home to do it all over again.”
Holy. Shit.
I want to tell him that everything except the last part sounds like a great idea. No matter how good being with him will feel like, there’s no way I’m going to his place. But, before I have a chance to open my mouth, his lips silence me.
Like a man possessed, Sin devours me. His hands cup my cheeks, holding my head in place. His tongue thrusts inside my mouth, tangling with mine in a dance as old as time. For minutes, hours, hell, it could even be days, we stay locked in each other’s arms, trying to bury ourselves beneath each other’s skin.
With greedy hands and aching hearts, we drown together.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Sin
Fuck me.
She feels like home and tastes like heaven. Temple’s body comes alive in my hands, her soft curves and hot as hell moans destroying me.
I bite her tongue, lick away the sting, then do it again because I’m a dick like that.
She gasps, wraps her arms around my neck, and pulls me closer.
Her sounds make me want to blow my load, but there’s no fucking way I’m losing control. This isn’t about Temple. It’s about making a damn point. She’s going to learn who’s calling the shots, and it sure as shit isn’t her.
Picking her up, I throw her on the bed. Her tits bounce, a fucking sensational sight. Watching them, I scrape my teeth over my bottom lip. “I want you naked. Now.”
“And I want you to say please, but we can’t always get what we want.”
Jesus. She’s fucking killing me. My dick isn’t even coated in her juices, and I already know I’ll never get enough of her.
Screw the plan. Screw motherfucking everything, I’m not letting her go. It’s obvious Temple’s never had anyone fight for her, and that travesty ends right the fuck now. I don’t care if I have to carry her, kicking and screaming, out of here, she’s staying with me. I won’t let Dad near her. Jack can go fuck himself. Anyone who has an issue with my woman will have to come through me first. She’s my property, and I take care of what’s mine.
Even if she hates me for it.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Temple
With a low growl, his mouth claims mine in a searing kiss. Sin breaks away before tearing my jumper over my head and throwing it across the room. He stretches my arms above my head, forcing my fingers to grip the worn blanket. “Keep them here.”
“What if I don’t?” My mouth curves into a wicked smile. “What will you do then?”
Sin peels my T-shirt from my body. He sits up, his torso strong and powerful as he towers over me. “Simple. I won’t let you come.”
Arching my back, I offer my body to him. “You wouldn’t.”
He cups my lace-covered breasts, his large hands molding them. Without warning, he rips my bra off. “Try me.”
“Hey,” I exclaim. “That was my favorite.”
“I’ll buy you another.” He drops his head, his hot mouth covering one pebbled peak. He sucks. Bites. Teases my nipples until I’m delirious with need.
Aching for more, I bite my bottom lip and keep my hands where they are. My short nails pierce the fabric, forming new holes next to the old ones decorating the soft blanket.
“Good girl.” Sin licks the underside of my breast.
Writhing beneath him, I wrap my legs around his waist. “Take off my pants. I want your mouth on my pussy.”
Sin bites my sensitive skin. “What did I tell you about giving orders?”
Head back, lips parted, I moan.
“I don’t care if you make my cock hard. I don’t give a fuck if your body’s goddamn made for me. When we’re naked, I’m in charge. Got it?” To prove his point, he thrusts his hips forward, the bulge of his hard cock hitting me where I need it most.