Page 138 of The Sinner's Bargain

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

NAYA

I would have already done anything he asked.

I was so recklessly addicted to this man that he could have told me the sky was purple and I would have agreed.

It should have been frightening how devastatingly gone I was over him. I should have been concerned.

Terrified.

I barely knew him.

It hadn’t even been a month.

He was a killer.

His house killed women.

But then he was peering at me as if the entire universe revolved around me and ... I was lost.

I was so completely and hopelessly at peace.

“Last chance, Little Blue.” His head lowered to the tattered front of my slip where my left breast poked out. “Give me your pretty soul and I will give you fucking everything.”

Despite the raw edge my body was already on the verge of, I chuckled thickly at his words. My fingers were in his dark strands, twisting and fisting. Holding him to me as he took the offering into his mouth. My eyes closed at the pooling sensation of desire that flooded me. The tender fire of need that pulsed between my legs. I was already so close and he’d barely done anything.

“Thoran...”

He sank his teeth into my nipple and tugged until I gasped with the shock of electricity that coursed through me.

“Admitting defeat, my love?”

The sound of ripping fabric filled the room as his hard hands tore my slip further down my body, unveiling me to the pursuit of his mouth.

“Never,” I breathed and caught the corner of my mouth with my teeth as his wandering exploration brought him to my aching mound.

He hummed softly deep in his throat, his face inches from the junction of my thighs. “Maybe I need to bring out the big guns.” He reached over and parted my lips, baring my swollen clit to the chill in the room. “Maybe I’ll bring you so close to release and stop and make you wait until after the wedding.”

“No...” My thoughts scattered when he smoothed his finger over my slippery clit. My hips rose to follow his taunt.

“No?” His finger danced around my opening. Tracing the tight ring before pressing forward. “You want to cum, baby?”

The pressure of him stretching me open sent my mind reeling. I no longer even knew what game we were playing. All that mattered was how badly I needed him inside me.

At any cost.

“Thoran, please...” I begged, clutching the pillow under my head to keep from dragging him over me by the hair and demanding he do what he kept promising.

The irony wasn’t lost on me.

I’d spent my entire life dreading the day Jarrett would hold me down and violate me. But staring down the length of my flushed body to the twin pools of gold peering back at me and all I wanted was to be violated and ravaged. I wanted his weight molding me into the mattress. I wanted his hands holding me in place as he forced my body to comply to his demands.

The man holding my sanity in his hands rose. His balled fist dug a crater into the foam at my hip as he stretched his beautiful body across mine to the end table. The drawer rattled as he pulled it open and fished inside. I watched, barely breathing as he pulled a long row of shiny, silver packets.

I knew what condoms and birth control were. I knew they existed in many varieties, but I was raised with the understanding that my job was to give Jarrett a son no matter the cost. Even though I was fairly certain he already had a few he barely acknowledged. But Thoran seemed to be perfectly fine, not getting me pregnant.

“Why?” I asked, watching him tear the foil with his teeth.

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