Page 42 of Sinful Secrets

I sit next to her on the bed and cup her face, kissing her. I rest my head on hers. “Bambi, you have no idea how hard I am seeing you like this and how much I want to bury myself in you. But I'm not going to,” I state.

She frowns. “Don’t you want me? Is it the marks? The lashings? They're hideous.” She goes to pull the sheet up over her and I stop her.

“No, I want you, you're the most beautiful sexy woman I have ever met, but you're not ready. Your body isn’t ready.” I place soft kisses down her neck. “When you're ready, and only when you are ready, I will claim every inch of your body.” I breathe, pulling away before I get carried away. Her cheeks are flushed, and her lips are parted. “Damn, don’t look at me like that, beautiful,” I groan.

“Oh, I am sorry. I thought this was what the men wanted; this is what as women we do? You were with all those women, and they pleased you, if I cannot please you then you will need to go to them?” she asks. Damn, woman is going to kill me.

“Listen to me, it will only ever be you. I am done with them; I don’t want or need them. I want you and you should never feel like you have to please me. On the other hand, if you want to, then who am I to stop you?” I wink. She blushes, biting her lip.

“I may not be ready, but I would like to please you, if you will allow me?” she asks, standing up from the bed to kneel down in front of me. I don’t say anything, I just watch her as her nervous shaky hands reach for my jeans. She bites her bottom lip as she undoes them, her face pinched in concentration. She pulls the jeans down, freeing my painfully hard dick.

Her eyes widen. “I have forgotten how big it is.” She gasps.

I smile. “Baby, you're killing me.” She reaches forward, taking me in her small hand and starts moving it up and down. I groan. I watch as she takes the tip in her mouth, and she lets out a small moan that nearly has me blowing my load there and then. “Suck it, baby, use your tongue,” I direct her. She sucks and takes me deep in her mouth.

“Fuck, yeah, like that,” I groan. She starts moving her head up and down, hitting the back of her throat. She doesn’t stop and apparently has no gag reflex. “Shit, I'm gonna come,” I moan. She doesn’t ease up and I can’t hold it back. My hips buck as I explode down her throat, and she licks and swallows every last drop. She sits back on her heels, looking at me.

“Was that okay?” she asks.

I shake my head. “Fucking phenomenal,” I say before I take her face in my hands and kiss her passionately, leaving us both breathless.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Talitha

That was incredible, I want more, I need it, but I will wait, scared that it will hurt and also for Khan to be well again. Rose and Khan keep saying for me to take my time and that there is no rush, but I do not understand. Yes, Asher took something from me, yes, he did the unthinkable, but I was completely out of it, I have no memory of it, all I had was the pain he had caused my body. I gave nothing to him; he will never have any part of me. I was never Asher’s. I am only Khan’s, and I always will be.

I haven’t said anything about what he said in the hospital, too scared that it was tiredness and the medication talking. I love him and that’s all that matters, I don’t need to hear it from him, I feel it.

“How long have you been awake?” Khan asks sleepily. I lift my head and smile at him.

“Good morning,” I answer.

He rolls me onto my back and kisses me. “Hmm, that’s a better good morning,” he says across my lips.

“Can I ask you something?” I ask, changing the subject.

“Anything,” he breathes, kissing along my neck. I clear my throat.

“Is your name Rusty or Khan?” I ask.

He freezes and his head snaps up. “Fucking doc.” He sighs. “Okay, my parents named me Rusty. My club name, my road name and now the only name I will go by is Khan,” he answers.

“Why Khan?” I ask. His expression changes, and I see the something close off behind them. “Khan?” I press further.

“Beautiful, listen to me when I say I ain’t no fucking angel, I've have done things that would make your skin crawl and I'm not about to tell you everything because its club business. Have you ever heard of the Mongolian leader Genghis Khan?” he asks. I shake my head, having no idea who he is on about. “Well, he was a powerful and brutal leader, they estimate he was responsible for around forty million deaths. There is a reason I was given the name Khan by the club, and as you can see, it’s not because I am Asian. I have killed many people. It’s not something I'm proud of but it isn’t something I regret either. Each and every person has deserved it, believe me,” he confesses.

I sit there stunned for a moment, not really sure what to do with the information. “You have killed many people?” I ask and he nods.

“Yes, darlin’, I have.”

“I… I don’t know what to say,” I stutter.

He cups my face in his hands. “I am being brutally honest with you. You need to know all of me, I would never do anything to hurt you, but I would fuckin’ kill those who have,” he states, his eyes honest and sincere. I kiss his palm.

“I have run from monsters, from evil, and I believe you are nothing like them, but I could never condone killing another human. My life may have been a lie, but one thing will always stay with me and that is forgiveness, to have mercy. I still feel that way,” I admit.

Khan smiles and places a soft kiss on my lips. “And that’s why you are a better person than me.”

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