Page 24 of The Wages of Sin

Oh, damn. Just a few seconds into a single kiss and I was already wet.

The sensitive skin along the inside of my thighs tingled as searing anticipation built up between the crux of my legs. I’d never wanted anything as badly as I wanted him. I’d never been so hungry.

“Please.”

One word—that’s all that came out of me. It was all I could manage…but it was all I needed.

He must have heard the need crackling in my voice. Or maybe he felt it in my trembling lips. The only thing that mattered was he understood what I was begging for.

Without hesitation, his big, capable hands slid down my sides, gathering the fabric of my shirt between his fingers before pulling it above my head.

He made quick work of my bra, too. One second, it was strapped around me; the next, it was undone and flying across the room.

My eyes closed, and my head fell back as he brushed the rough sides of his fingers over my bare breasts on the way down to my pants. I felt the button pop and the zipper release before his palms urgently pressed against the swell of my hips, taking both my pants and my panties down to the floor.

I kicked off my shoes before letting the last of my clothes fall away.

When I looked back up, I found his gaze sweeping me up and down before his eyes finally locked on mine.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice lower and growlier than ever before. “So fucking beautiful.”

Before I could respond, before humility could kick in and joke that he probably said that to all the girls, he wrapped his arms around me and picked me up. I gasped in surprise as my feet left the ground. Instinct made me wrap my legs tight around his waist as he walked me back to the bed. Sitting down, he guided me down into his lap.

My breath hitched, and my eyes widened as I felt him pressing against me, long and thick and hard.

His fingers tangled in my hair as his other arm supported my waist. I licked my lower lip, desperate to kiss him again, but he held me fast.

“Tell me your name,” he demanded.

“Please stop asking me that,” I managed to say—my breath, my voice, all of me shaky. “Just kiss me again. Please, I just want to feel something good. It’s been long since I felt anything good.”

It was a desperate confession, and his eyes darkened hearing it…but he didn’t give in.

“Tell me.” His voice rumbled through me. “I won’t let anyone hurt you. Not Hollis. Not anyone. I swear it. I just want to know who I’m making love to.”

It was so tempting to believe him. To believe for just a few precious minutes that I was safe. That everything was okay again. That my life wasn’t wrecked beyond saving.

Even though it was nothing more than a desperate fantasy, I couldn’t help grabbing onto it with both hands, like a life raft in a stormy sea.

“Kiera,” I told him—the first time I’d said my real name aloud in a year and a half.

The faintest satisfied smile tilted the corners of his mouth and eyes up.

“I’m Dorian,” he replied as he lifted me up—just enough so I could feel the head of his cock pressing against the opening of my pussy.

He held me there, not saying another word, simply staring into my eyes for a long second. Long enough for me to tremble in anticipation.

Oh God, we were really about to do this. It didn’t matter that it was wrong. It didn’t matter that it might be the worst decision I could possibly make. For the first time in my life, I couldn’t help myself. The need was just too strong.

A primal sound—half moan, half cry—spilled from my lips as he lowered me down. Slowly, my body stretched around him, adjusting to his size, until I had taken him completely inside.

Straddling his legs, my thighs pressed against his, I closed my eyes again, ready to lose myself to sensation.

But Dorian wasn’t about to let that happen.

His grip on the back of my head tightened.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded. “Look at me, Kiera. I won’t let you hide from me. You’re going to know who’s making you moan. Who’s making you come.”

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