Page 36 of King of Sinners

He leans down, pressing his lips to the base of my throat where my pulse is thrumming wildly. “And you do like to run.”

What’s he talking about? But his teeth are nipping at my skin, causing a riot of sensations, even as the fingers of one his hands trace the top of the towel. “I haven’t run anywhere.”

“And you’re not going to now.”

I slowly shake my head. Because even though I have doubts about Mason, I know for right now, I’m safest with him. “No, I’m not.”

He relaxes a bit. “Did Leo scare you, sweetheart?”

I shake my head again. “Only a little. But I know you won’t let him hurt me.”

“Never,” he whispers into my neck as he finds the fold of the towel where one end is tucked to secure it and gives it a hard tug, sending the damp cloth to the floor.

I gasp, but he’s crushing me to his chest again, the hand that had been clenched on the towel at the small of my back, now cupping my ass, his fingers squeezing into my softness.

It’s commanding and a bit rough, but also…delicious. My head arches back and he skates his mouth down to the tip of one rosy breast, my skin still pink from my shower.

He sucks the nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling about the puckering flesh as his teeth playfully bite. Maybe it’s a little harder than playful, but I cry out in pleasure, the little spike of pain making it even better.

He lets go of my ass cheek, but it’s only to slide his hand between my legs, cupping my sex in his palm.

I cry out but there is no pain in this touch. It’s all pleasure and I throb with need at the pressure he’s applying.

Instead of giving more, though, he eases his fingers out from between my legs. I let out a mewling protest, so tired of him bringing me closer and closer and then withdrawing again.

I’m way over my head here, because his control, the very thing I take great comfort in, is also his greatest weapon in positioning me however he wants. And I’m ready to do nearly anything to convince him to take me all the way.

This is how Mason wins. Always.

He gives me a devilish one-sided grin as he tugs off his shirt, revealing the chest that always makes me drool.

“Get on the bed, sweetheart.”

For a moment, I’m frozen. This is it…I’m completely naked in front of him, he’s kicking off his shoes as he gives me a look that tells me there is no room for argument.

His expression, one of domineering command, has me scrambling to do as he’s asked. Whatever it is, I know I’m going to love it.

I take the two steps to the bed, stripping the covers back with one hand, before I start to climb in.

But I’m mid-way through the pivot, my hands on the mattress, one knee down on the mattress before I flip over, when a hand at my hip stops me.

“Both knees on the bed,” he growls behind me. It’s not a question, not even a request.

I do as he bids, now I’m on my hands and knees, the silk of the sheets brushing my palms, as his hand skims from my hips to trace the indent of my waist. He keeps going up my rib cage, his pinky brushing along my breast before he traces my shoulder and wraps his hand in my hair.

And then he gives a soft pull, arching my neck back and causing me to stick my behind further in the air.

“That’s my good girl,” he rumbles as he brings his other hand between my legs again.

He starts with the mound, his fingers pressing into the soft skin and hair, an ache pulsing through me because it feels so good, but also he’s close to making me feel even better. I try not to squirm to move his fingers where I’m dying for his touch.

I must be dripping wet by now, a fact that’s confirmed as he slides his middle finger over my clit.

I can’t hold back my gasping moan, my body taking over and pushing into his hand, seeking more of the pleasure he’s giving.

He pulls my hair harder, forcing me to still.

And then he begins a leisurely exploration of my folds, tracing my entrance with his fingers, continuing along my seam, past my vagina, to my anus. I’ve never dreamed anyone would touch me there, I tense as he circles it with his thumb. I can’t deny that even that feels amazing. “I will conquer all of you, Charlotte,” he murmurs, bending close. “But not all in one day.”

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