Page 22 of Darkest Sin

I’m just about to ask what he plans on doing to me when I feel something cold and wet. He rubs it around my ass, and with the faint, fruity scent in the air, I realize it’s lube.

A soft moan slips through my lips, understanding that my ass is about to be railed. The cold, metal object is pressed to my ass, and I shiver with anticipation. He starts to push it inside of me, and I gasp with excitement, leaning back against the object to take it deeper, welcoming the full stretch of my ass, only he doesn’t stop until it’s too much.

A soft, pained cry slips from the back of my throat, and I let out a shaky breath, trying to relax around the metal, realizing it must be some kind of butt plug. His fingers trail around my ass and down to my clit, rubbing slow circles, and after a second, the burn of the plug becomes manageable. Hell, it even becomes intoxicating. “Okay,” I tell him, knowing he’s waiting for me to be comfortable. “I’m good.”

Without hesitation, his fingers plunge into my cunt, and I groan, already feeling so full. He massages my walls, making sure I’m ready for him, and not a moment later, his hand is at my hip, holding me still as I feel that big, thick cock at my entrance.

He pushes inside me, stretching me wide, and I suck in a breath as he just keeps going, taking me inch by inch until he’s fully seated inside me. I’ve never taken someone this big, and with my ass already so full, I’m taken by surprise.

He grips my ass cheek, giving a firm squeeze, and then finally begins to pull back again. “Oh God,” I groan low, my fingers itching to touch him. He gets all the way back before pushing in again, this time picking up his pace. His fingers tighten on my hip, holding me still, and despite not being able to see his face, I somehow know his gaze is locked on my cunt, watching the way his glistening cock moves in and out of me, stretching me wide.

He really starts to fuck me, slamming into me as he applies more pressure to the plug, making me cry out, pushing back against him for more, and without a damn word between us, he gives me exactly what I want. My wrists are freed, and then that intoxicating accent tears through the room. “Touch yourself, Angel,” he growls. “Rub that sweet clit.”

I’ve never obliged so damn fast.

My hand shoots beneath me, pushing between my legs and grazing over my sensitive clit. Electricity pulses through my veins, making my whole body jolt as he fucks me, rotating his hips to take me deeper at every damn angle.

He gets faster, grunting as he thrusts into me, and my eyes roll, wishing desperately to see his face. My orgasm starts to build, pushing me closer and closer to the edge, but I hold on to it, not nearly ready for this to be over.

He fucks me like a goddamn pro, and just as he promised, I scream out, and why I’m here doesn’t seem so important to me anymore. All that matters is reaching that climax.

I apply more pressure to my clit as his hand comes down over the plug, gently pulsing against it and sending me right over the edge. “OH FUCK,” I cry out, coming so hard my pussy spasms continuously around his thick, dominating cock.

My eyes clench as my other hand fists his bed sheets. My orgasm is so powerful, I don’t know how to take it. It’s too much, too hard. My high tears through my body, and I feel as though I could explode. Then just when I thought it couldn’t get better, my Romanian savior comes with me, shooting hot spurts of cum deep inside my cunt.

He makes me feel like a fucking goddess. Just the thought of having that delicious cum inside me is doing wicked things to my body.

My high starts to ease, and as he stills, the exhaustion weighs down on me. I close my eyes beneath the blindfold, trying to catch my breath as he gently removes the plug from my ass, all while his cock remains buried deep inside me.

The metal plug clatters against the ground and rolls one step at a time until it hits the bottom. As much as I loved the feel of the plug, I’m more than ready to take a break.

My Romanian Sex God pulls out of me, and my knees flatten out, dropping right onto his mattress with complete, utter exhaustion. I hear as he pulls his pants back on, and not a moment later, he’s reaching across the bed and freeing the blindfold from around my eyes.

I peer back at him, watching as he reaches down and scoops me into his arms, his cum beginning to slowly leak out of me and spread between my thighs. He walks down the stairs, leaving my discarded lingerie scattered across his floor as he steps out of his room.

Walking down the hall, I look up at him, scanning over his chiseled jawline and gazing at the darkness of his eyes, still not used to their intensity. “You’re staring,” he mutters, not meeting my eye.

I cling to him, barely able to keep my head up as the exhaustion weighs me down. “What’s your name?” I whisper into the silence.

His jaw tenses as we reach my room, and he adjusts me in his hold, freeing a hand to reach out and open the door. He walks into the dark room and takes me straight to my bed, laying me down without making eye contact. I quickly realize that my effort to discover this man’s mysterious identity is going to be harder than I ever thought.

“You know,” I say as he pulls my blankets up to my chin. “The next time you fuck me like that, I want to be able to scream your name.”

“Oh, I’ll make you scream,” he tells me, walking back to the door. “But it is not my name that will be on your lips.”

“Dare I ask what it will be?”

He watches me for a breath, his wicked gaze so intense and full of mystery. “I have not yet decided, Sweet Angel,” he says. “Now get your rest. You’ll be needing it.”

And with that, he’s gone, leaving me in the darkness as the memories of being spread out on his bed send me off to sleep with the sweetest lullaby I’ve ever heard.

10

CHIARA

The bed dips beside me, and just as my eyes spring open into the brightness of a new day, a heavy hand presses over my mouth. “Hush now, pretty girl,” a thick Romanian accent murmurs into the room, only it’s not the Romanian accent I’m familiar with. “If you even try to make a single peep, I’ll snap your neck before a sound can even leave your mouth.”

Fear pounds through my chest as I gaze up at a strange man, somewhat similar to the man who claimed me at the auctions, and yet completely different. A brother maybe? A cousin? His face is wider and his eyes somehow seem too close together to be deemed handsome.

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