He flattens his tongue and licks his way to my opening.
My pussy tightens as sensation builds. “I’m going to—”
Sin thrusts his tongue inside my pussy, licking the inside walls like it’s his God-given right.
An orgasm is torn from me. Waves of pleasure shoot from my center as my core convulses, throbbing to the beat of his name. White-hot sensation pours into every cell, burning me from the inside out.
Forcing my face into the cushion, I muffle my cries. It’s only when my arms shake, legs tremble, and I incoherently beg him to stop that Sin does.
He bends over my crumpled form, licking the droplets of perspiration coating my nape. “Your taste, babe.” He curses. “It’s the best I’ve ever had.”
Sin turns me to face him. With a deep kiss that makes my toes curl, he throws me on the couch.
My hair flies wildly about my face. I don’t try to smooth it, it’s a waste of time.
The dark promise in Sin’s eyes tells me this is far from over.
He cups himself through his jeans, his gaze trained on my bare pussy.
I part my thighs further, wanting him to fill me with his hard cock. “Fuck me.” I palm my breasts. “I want to feel you inside me.”
“Careful what you wish for, babe.” With a dangerous smirk, he tugs off his T-shirt.
My mouth pops open on a soft exhale. Every muscle, every ridge and valley, is uncharted territory I want to lay claim to. I reach for him. “Come here.”
He stares at me through hooded lids. “You know the rules.” Shucking his jeans and boxers, he stands before me naked and so fucking perfect, I want to cry.
I bite my bottom lip as another rush of dampness coats the inside of my thighs. I can’t look away from his cock. Thick, long, hard. It points right at me, like it knows I’m home.
“You’re going to take all of me, and you’re going to thank me for it afterward.” Sin crawls the length of my body, his eyes never wavering from mine. He hovers above me, a wall of heat blazing my flushed skin.
I trace my index finger along his abs until I reach the base of his cock. “I’m going to be the best fuck you’ve ever had. You’ll never look at another woman the same way again, big guy.”
“That so?”
“Yeah.” Slowly feeling the length of his thick shaft, I reach the bell-shape head of his cock. It’s damp with precum. Swirling my finger over the slit, I smile when Sin hisses. Raising my finger to my lips, I put it in my mouth and suck. “Mmm, you taste good.”
Sin’s nostrils flare. It’s the only warning I get before he slams inside me.
A guttural, pleasure-filled cry escapes me. I wrap my legs around his narrow hips and snake my arms around his neck, needing him deeper still.
“Jesus fuck.” Sin thrusts his hips forward, bottoming out when he hits my cervix.
“Again,” I pant, biting his shoulder. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
Sin rolls his hips, repeatedly hitting the spot I crave. He yanks my hands above my head, his fingers entwined with mine. Staring down at me with heat, possession, and something I’ve never seen before, he murmurs, “Where the fuck did you come from?” Ducking his head, he owns my mouth with another searing kiss. “You’re going to be the motherfucking end of me, Temple.”
Clamping my eyes tightly shut, I kiss him back with everything I have. My tongue, teeth, and lips declare the truth I don’t say out loud. I’m already there, Sin. I’m yours.
He breaks away to take one of my nipples in his mouth. Swirling it expertly with his tongue, he sucks it before releasing it again. He repeats the process with my other breast, though this time, after releasing it, bites the tip.
Arching my back, I silently beg for more. “Yes. Fuck, Sin. More.”
“You’re not coming until I tell you to.” He skims his hand along my stomach before parting my pussy lips and circling my swollen bud.
Acute pleasure builds, growing stronger, more powerful with each roll of Sin’s finger. Raising my head off the couch, I tangle my tongue with his. My hips rock in time with his, becoming more fevered and desperate the closer I get to release.
“Sin,” I breathe, my heartbeat frantic.
He bites my bottom lip.
“I’m going to—” My eyelids flutter closed as an orgasm peaks and detonates.
“You’re going to pay for that.” Sin grinds his hips against my core, eliciting delicious, pleasure-filled pain from my already sensitive flesh. He does it again and again, forcing me to climb the dizzying heights of passion before plunging over the edge once more.
A cry is torn from me, rasping, tortured, and raw in its intensity.
Sin roars, his hands gripping my flesh like he’s burning his name into it. He flexes his hips, ropes of cum painting my walls as he empties inside of me. With one final thrust, he stills, breathing hard.
In the silence that follows, I carefully push his dark hair away from his face. My touch is gentle as I wipe away the beads of sweat peppering his brow. For some reason, I need to see him, hoping that if I do, I’ll witness the real Sin Brandt.
His eyes soften as he watches me.
Only, the longer I look, the more unnerved I become. There’s something in his stare that takes me by the heart and squeezes, threatening to tear me apart
What am I doing? I can’t search Sin’s soul to see if it mirrors mine. There’s no place in my life for a man like him, let alone the heartbreak he promises. Falling in love and showing Sin my true feelings are two mistakes I can’t make.
I look away.
With a resigned exhale, Sin rolls onto his back, taking me with him. He drapes my leg across his hips, holding my thigh in place.
Even though I know I should break the quiet, I don’t. Instead, I consider my next move, my thoughts swirling, each more convoluted than the last.
Right and wrong.
Past and future.
Love and hate.
They circle above me like a bird seeking a safe place to land. The trouble is, there’s no safety with the son of a mob boss. If there’s one truth I’ve learned, it’s that when people connect, hurt is universal, inevitable, and ultimate.
So, I relax in Sin’s arms knowing the sanctuary he’s offering isn’t going to last forever. And, even though I know it’s coming, the thought rips my heart in two.
Chapter Thirty-One
Sin
She’s retreating. Five minutes ago, Temple screamed my name loud enough for the next town over to hear, and now she’s quiet as fuck.
I don’t like it. Doesn’t matter if her naked body is lying across mine, or if her leg is brushing my semihard cock. If she’s overthinking shit, she’s already got one foot out the door.
Never going to happen.
I’m not letting her go. My original plan was shot to shit the moment I saw her. Like she was born to be here, Temple’s a part of my life now.
No matter what she’s planning, I’ve thought of every move and countermove to keep her by my side.
Doesn’t matter what Dad’s arranging. I’ll fuck up his plans.
No one is taking Temple from me.
I kiss the top of her head, inhaling her scent like a greedy sonofabitch. She smells like home. Like she’s always meant to be right the fuck here.