Page 37 of A Sinner's Virtue
“If you think my hand feels good, then this is going to blow your mind.” Zoe grins as her mouth closes over the tip of my cock.
“Fuck yes.” Scooping her hair out of her face, I watch in awe as she takes me deeper. “So damn beautiful,” I groan.
When I hit the back of her throat, it takes all of my control not to come right here and now. Zoe moans as she peers up at me, sending vibrations through my balls, and then she fucking swallows.
“Fuck!” I growl out. I take hold of her face. My hands shake and my thighs tense, the urge to take over and fuck her mouth so fucking strong.
Almost like she knows just what she’s doing to me, Zoe smiles around my cock, flattening her tongue before she slides back up to the tip.
I cup her cheeks. “Let me know if you need me to stop. Just tap my leg,” I tell her before I take over this show and guide my cock back down her throat. I continue pumping in and out of her, holding her face still, at just the right angle. I’m not going to last long. Her mouth feels too fucking good. “I’m gonna come. Are you going to swallow everything I give you, Zoe?”
Her little nod gives me the permission I was seeking before I let go and release right down her throat. Zoe swallows every single drop I give her. Then, she shocks me by sticking out her tongue and licking the remaining cum from my cock. I pick her up and walk over to the bed, throwing her down in the middle of the mattress before climbing on top and covering her body with mine.
“That was fucking amazing,” I tell her. My lips descend onto hers. I push my tongue into her mouth and taste myself on her.
Zoe’s legs wrap around my back, locking me against her. Not that she needs to do that. I don’t plan on leaving this spot anytime soon. I had a rule. Always make sure she comes first. That rule just got broken and now I need to rectify this situation. I’m not leaving this bed until I pull at least five orgasms from her body.
Shifting my weight, I force her legs to fall open before moving my mouth down across her cheek until I reach her ear. My hand cups her pussy. “This. It’s mine,” I whisper. “I like to take care of things that are mine, Zoe.”
“Okay,” she moans. “Take care of it then.”
“Say it first.” I move my fingers through the lips of her pussy, on top of the lace that still covers her.
“Say what?” she asks, her hands clinging around my neck.
“That it’s mine. That I own this. That you belong to me.” I nibble on her ear, only to realise I’ve said the wrong thing a second after I say it.
Zoe’s whole body stills beneath me, her nails dig into the skin on my shoulders, and she shoves at my chest.
I jump off the bed and stare down at her. She has tears running down her face as she scrambles up the bed before pressing her back against the headboard. “I don’t belong to anyone. I’m my own person. I’m not…” She’s looking right at me but I don’t think she’s seeing me at all.
Chapter Sixteen
Ibelong to myself. Not to him. Not to anyone. Nobody will ever own me again. I won’t let them. I can’t go back to that. He doesn’t own me.
Please, God, tell me he isn’t like those other men…
Looking up at Marcel, I can see the questions in his eyes. They’ve been there for a while but he’s never asked, and I’ve been thankful for that. I wasn’t ready to tell him about my past. Honestly, I’m not sure I’m ready to tell him now either. Except some part of me feels like I either have to tell him or ask him to leave and never come back.
It’s not fair for me to put him in this position. He’s standing at the end of the bed, staring back at me. I know he’s waiting… for something. I just don’t know what it is.
I close my eyes and let out a sigh. When I open them again, he’s still looking at me. “I’m sorry.”
“What did I do? What did I say that triggered you?” he asks.
I shake my head. I can’t tell him. He’s not going to want anything to do with me if I do. If I tell him the truth. After I told Flynn, everything changed. He couldn’t handle it. Who could?
Marcel slowly moves onto the bed, crawling over the mattress until he’s right in front of me. My knees are drawn up, my arms wrapped around them. Taking my hands in his, he squeezes once, forcing me to meet his eyes.
“Whatever it is, I need to know so I don’t do it again,” he says. “I never want to do something that you don’t want.”
“I’m sorry,” I repeat.
“I’m gonna hedge a guess it was the ownership thing?” He lifts a questioning brow.
I nod and stare at our joined palms again. Marcel pulls his hand free and uses it to tilt my chin upwards until my eyes meet his. “They were just words, Zoe. I don’t physically own you. You can’t own a human.”
“You can actually,” I admit.
