Page 63 of The Secrets of a Sin

My stare shifts over to the door directly beside Charlotte, and all I can think is that I need to get her in that room and somehow make her realize that she’s fully bewitched me. Hook, line, and sinker, I was doomed from the very beginning, and now, there was no possible way I could let her go. “You’re right.” I confess, watching as her face completely falls. “You were never meant to be anything more than just a warm hole for my cock. Even in the very beginning, when you were helping me, I knew I needed to find a way in between your legs, even if for just a taste of the woman that had been continually defying me at every turn.”

“Stop.” She twists her head away from me as if hearing my confession pains her, but she needs to hear the truth. Every harmful admission I knew would gut her, but it had to be done.

Approaching her at lightning speed, I pin her trembling body to my pounding chest. I brace for a shove, but when it never comes, I manage to curve my hand around the back of her head and capture her nape in a firm grip. “Never.” I force her head up with a short tug and fall headfirst into the dark haze of her eyes. Evident lust lingers in their depths, but I can sense that she is fighting her unwanted emotions.

“Why me?” She pleads in a whisper as her eyes search through our heated stare for answers.

The answer was as obvious as it was unknown. I didn’t need to describe the exact reasons as to why I needed her. I just did. Every dark part of me had slowly been filled with the need to possess her. To own and consume her until our souls became one. So why Charlotte? Because we were the same.

With my free hand, I reach down for hers and pull it up until her palm is resting directly over my heart. “You feel that?” I ask as the weight of her hand causes my heart to jump. I study her closely as her eyes drop to where she’s touching me, and she slowly nods. “My heart only beats that way with you.”

A sharp exhale rushes out, and her head lifts to capture my gaze in a cataclysmic clash. “You’re mine, Charlotte, whether you want to accept it or not. Every inch of your perfect flesh will only ever feel me.” I squeeze her nape gently. “Your eyes will only ever see mine, and your heart will only beat for me.”

“You don’t understand, Arsen. I can’t do this with you.” She clasps her hand tightly around my shirt as her voice shakes. “I can’t… I can’t be with you the way you want.”

Regardless of whatever internal battles she was fighting, I knew for a fucking fact that nothing was going to stop me from taking what I wanted from her. She could make excuses all night for why she couldn't be with me, but we both knew, in the end, I was going to claim her.

“Explain to me why it’s okay for you to get off on my fingers, but you can’t be mine?” I challenge her in a snarl. “Tell me what you’re hiding.” I demand, feeling my veins ignite with fire.

“I can’t tell you.” She cries out in anger, which only causes mine to intensify. With my right hand still securely wrapped behind her head, I take my other and clutch at the curve right above her hip.

“Look at me.” I order harshly, pulling her in as close as we can get, so we’re now nose-to-nose. “No more running. No more fucking defying me and dismissing what we have because I can feel the frantic beat of your heart. It's the only part of you telling the truth right now.”

She wets her lip in one slow motion, and my teeth grit with the need to bite her tongue and taste her coppery blood.

“And no more secrets.” I grind out, about ready to assault her mouth with mine, but she jerks her head back in response.

“Your whole life is a secret, Arsen. I don’t know one thing about you, and yet, you want to berate me about the skeletons in my closet?” She argues, trying to pull her face away from mine, but I keep her imprisoned against me.

“My secrets aren't stopping me from taking what I want, but if you want to know everything about me? Fine. I’ll fucking tell you. I’ll share every grim detail of my life.” I snarl with force as my grip on her neck tightens.

“Just let me go.” She demands with a braveness in her tone that only causes my fury to spike. Could she not realize that I wasn’t ever going to fucking let her go? Call me crazy, a goddamn psychopath if you may, but she was my new obsession. My preferred opiate that I couldn’t flush out of my system and was hooked on. I needed to claim her.

With my hand still holding onto her hip, I grasp onto her tight as I push her backward until her back is roughly smashed against the wall. Her small gasp was music to my ears, fueling my dark intent with carnal cravings that shook my body. “Arsen…” She begs with tears that stream down her eyes. Being the bastard I am, I lean down and drag my tongue through the wetness. My tongue gently slides up the side of her cheek as an animalist groan erupts from my chest. Her skin tastes sweet as her flavor hits my tongue, but it was her tears that I wanted to savor. I want to be the one to make her cry, make her scream, and make that heart of hers beat like a V8 engine.

“Tell me you don’t want this, angel.” I slither my tongue towards the top of her ear, gnawing at the skin in gentle tugs. “Tell me you don’t think about me owning you in every possible way.”

As her breasts are smashed against my chest, I let the rhythmic beat of her heart pull me deeper into her allure. She is awfully silent for someone who is shaking like a leaf in my arms, so I coax her with a sharp jab of my hips. A beautiful moan finally slips out of her mouth and fills the air when I grind my erection into her center.

“Here’s what's going to happen, angel. First, you're going to stop being so damn stubborn and admit you want me.” I whisper into her ear as I feel her shudder against me and slowly pull away until my stare meets hers. “Then, I’m going to rip that sexy as fuck dress off you and worship every inch of your perfect body with my tongue.” Her eyes glaze over for a second, but with a hard squeeze to her neck, she refocuses. “Then finally, once you’ve realized that this is happening, that every part of me will mark you as mine. I’ll fuck my goddamn soul into you.” I hit her hard with the undeniable truth, and within seconds, I feel the palm of her hand strikes the side of my face. A thunderous clap resonates throughout the house as a fiery burn manifests underneath the sore flesh of my cheek. “I hate you.” She breathes out between heavy gasps and a stare that resembles pure hatred, but the ragged panting escaping from her mouth tells me everything I need to know. She wants this as much as I do, and all she needs is a fucking push.

I drop my head, brutally slamming my lips against her mouth in an explosive collision that has my hands reaching and grabbing for her flesh. And just as I hoped, her mouth assaults mine with the same fervor, perhaps even more, as her nails claw at my chest, on the verge of drawing blood. With a possessive grip still around her neck, I use my other hand to grab a handful of her ass and squeeze hard until she fills my mouth with a desperate groan.

Finally. Fucking finally. I had her where I wanted her. My mouth hungrily ate her lips, licking, swallowing. I devoured her with a barbarity that only manifested whenever she was near. If death were to strike me after this, I would die a fucking happy man. Her taste, her velvety voice, her flesh in my hands was enough for me to survive off of. I didn't need food or water. All I needed was her.

Our tongues clash with one another, swirling and dancing as our teeth engage in an all-out war. When I capture her lip in a bite, she retaliates even harder to the point a spurt of my blood is now part of our kiss.

“Arsen.” She manages to call out my name in gasp. “Stop.”

Stop?

Fuck no.

With a sharp bite to her lower lip, I give her my answer. Needing her closer, I slide the palm that was on her ass down to her thigh and roughly tug her leg up until it's pressed up against my hip. She feels so fucking warm and inviting as my hips swivel against her cunt that my cock begins to ache for entrance. The idea of sinking into her tightness sends a thrill down my spine, and as if she read my mind, her previous statement of telling me to stop is soon forgotten as she turns frantic. Her small fingers seek out the buttons of my shirt, desperate to rid us of the barrier, but out of frustration at how long it was taking her, she savagely rips the shirt open. With misted eyes that billow in hunger, she greedily scales her stare down the length of me, inhaling sharply the moment it lands on a cluster of lesions that mar my abdomen. I was prepared for a flinch or a disgusted scowl to replace her expression, but to my surprise, it never came. If anything, her desire only grew.

Charlotte's eyes soon lift to converge with mine, and I immediately notice the tenderness in her gaze. Without a doubt, questions circulate in her head as she drops her stare back onto my disfigurement. But, instead of giving her answers, I wait to see what her next move is.

“May I?” She asks softly as her fingers hover over my stomach. My gut instantly tightens as a sense of trepidation and fear licks up my spine. My wounds weren’t meant to be admired. Four deep slashes were forever carved into my skin, a daily reminder of who I was and where I came from. And, for the first time, someone other than myself was observing them.

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