Page 66 of The Secrets of a Sin

“I thought I made myself pretty fucking clear that you’re mine.” With his fingers still clasped onto my chin, he drags the tip of one across my severely dry lip. “You think your little confession would scare me? Run me off like it did with every other shitty person in your life?”

The truth of what he said was like a slap to the face, but I didn’t let it show. I let the smooth rubbing of his digit on my lip calm me until he dipped himself further into my mouth.

“It should have.” I confess, feeling his finger skim my tongue before pulling out completely.

“Well then, baby, you really don’t know what it’s like to be scared.” His voice drops an octave, sending a chill down the length of my body until I feel it in my toes. He then leans in close, sweeping his mouth over my ear in a gentle manner. “Or do you?”

“Of course, I know.” I pant, overstimulated by each body part of his that is currently touching me. I couldn’t figure out where he was going with this, but I knew it was headed somewhere dangerous, with no return.

“Then tell me what scares you the most.” He begs, trailing the tops of his teeth down the side of my ear until he stops at my lobe and bites down hard. “Tell me what makes this skin of yours sweat.” He releases my flesh, alleviating the sting with the coolness of his tongue in slow licks. Then, dipping down to the nape of my neck, I tense when I feel the softness of his lips kiss my neck. “Or what makes your pulse throb.”

I knew the answer before I could even process the question. It was obvious. And I was sure it was obvious to him too.

“You, Arsen.” I confess. “You scare me.”

He pulls away from the curve of my neck, meeting my stare with electricity in his eyes. “You want to know why I scare you?”

Gulping, I nod. Hot, sweating, and unbelievably achy, I remain mush under his form.

“Because for the first time in your life, you crave something far worse than just sex. You continually try to avoid the inevitable, but I can sense it in the way your body melts for me. How your arms and legs tremble from the mere fucking sight of me.”

Everything vibrates. Every part of me becomes numb from his words, but there’s still a pulse beating in the area I need attention the most.

“And I’ve finally realized what it is.” Arsen points out, moving his arm from beside my head and down the length of me until his palm rests on the spot where my dress ends. The pads of his finger skim along the fabric in a teasing motion, purposefully avoiding my skin as he kneads my dress. On instinct, my legs try to widen, and my back slowly arches, begging for any kind of touch he’s willing to give. But if I knew Arsen, he wasn’t going to give in so easily.

“Sex was never your addiction, angel. You were just waiting for me to come along and steal your every fucking breath and thought.” His words sink into the deepest parts of my soul, the darkest parts of my head, and my fragile heart that’s beginning to only beat for him. He wasn’t just some guy that entered my life with no purpose.

He was the purpose, the answer, and most of all, deadly.

“I’m your weakness. Your goddamn fixation and the only cure for you is more of me.” He hovers his mouth over mine, exhaling his hot breath into my lungs, fueling my urges. My bones no longer felt indestructible, and my veins felt as if they were made of plastic. I was weaker than I had been before coming to St. Catherine’s, but in ways, I was stronger too. And it was all because of him. “So, what’s it going to be, angel? Will you join me in hell and let me rid you of your past? Because if so, from now on, I’m your present, future, and fucking afterlife.”

My breath had officially been stolen. Fucking gone, vanished into thin air and replaced with only Arsen. With my whole body set ablaze and my head going haywire, I quickly reach from the back of his nape and pull his lips down onto mine. A wild growl erupts from the back of his throat as I take complete charge and his mouth viciously smothers mine. Everything about our kiss was sloppy and untamed, but there was no room for gentleness right now. Our emotions, tragedies, fucking everything we’ve been through was expressed in our chaotic movements. The way my nails claw at his biceps or how his fingers try to tear at my dress. It was our way of letting it go and breathing in new things. It was controlling, turbulent, messy, but that’s how it will always be with him because, oddly, he was right. I am addicted to him.

Head over heels hooked.

His mouth suddenly pulls away from mine, and I feel like I lose the ability to breathe. A whimper tears past my lips in irritation, watching as he climbs off my body with raw lips and lethal eyes. I open my mouth to say something, but his warm hands clasp the bottom of my dress and yank it up until my thong and stomach are visible to his eyes.

“Red.” He purrs, dragging his palm down past my belly button and to the top of the flowery lace of my panties. “My favorite color.” He grins wickedly before dropping his head down to where my thighs quake. Now he’s just floating above my pussy, toying with the top of the underwear until he lowers and sinks his teeth into the fabric. I catch the whiteness of his canines before he savagely rips at the thong, ripping the unbelievably thin and weak fabric until it lays in shreds over me. “But I prefer your cunt like this.” His teeth let go, and his hands remove what's left of my thong, leaving me completely naked. “Bare and fucking open for me.”

I groan, needing the tightness of the dress to come all the way off. So, lifting on my elbows, I remove the garment and toss it off the bed, leaving me only in a black bra. With Arsen still leaning over me by my legs, he watches me closely, trailing his eyes over every dip and curve of my body till I’m positive he’s memorized me. I feel sexy and beautiful under his microscope, but I also feel powerful. And for the first time, I wasn’t worried about anything other than this moment. He was what I wanted. What I needed, and even if this turned out to be a huge fucking mistake, at least I’d get the night of my life with a man that rules my head and heart.

“I need you.” I beg, glancing down at his pants that are still on and surely suffocating the large bulge in his pants. With his arms spread out on each side of me, I wiggle further up the bed, making room for him to chase me, and he does. Like a predator, he crawls on all fours until he’s completely covering me and staring down into my eyes.

“Then tell me you’re mine.” He demands. “For once, give me the fucking truth.”

Slowly moving my hands down between us, I reach for his belt buckle and feel his body tense. “I’m yours, Arsen.” I exhale, unhooking the belt loop and pulling down his zipper. “My soul.” I grab the tops of his pants and yank down. “My body.” Next, I fidget with his boxers. “My heart. They’re all yours.” And lastly, I grip his cock in my palm, embracing every beautiful detail and hardness. His teeth immediately clench as I work him up and down in steady tugs. I can’t tear my eyes off his face, watching how his eyes appear to be in pain, and with every rough squeeze to his base, a hiss tears out of his mouth.

“Climb up on me.” I order softy, needing him in my mouth. His dark eyebrows dip, but he quickly catches on before pulling his pants off the rest of the way and mounting my face. His thick cock swings side to side until it stops right at the edge of my lips. His gaze blazes with a fiery inferno as he grips his long length in his hand and points the tip at my mouth.

“You want my cock, angel?” He teases, rubbing the soft tip of his dick along the seam of my lips like a balm. Pre-cum is leaking out the top, wetting my lips with each pass, and I can’t help but swipe my tongue along the juices. Saltiness invaded my taste buds, and I needed another taste. “Answer me.” He snarls, jerking at the word ‘cock’, making my insides swell with jealousy that it’s not me making him feel good.

“Yes.” I pant, licking my lips provocatively, which has his nostrils flaring.

“Then open your mouth wide.” He leans forward as I widen my mouth to accommodate his length and girth. Once his tip passes my lips, he slowly pushes inside until he is fully seated in my mouth. My eyes water from how deep he is, but the second I suction my lips and tongue over his cock, he drops his head back and grunts into the air.

“Fuck.” He swears, pulling out of my mouth completely before driving back inside. Like a vacuum, I suck and take everything he’s giving me. I twirl my tongue around his length, flick gently at his tip, and choke with every violent thrust. “You’re taking my cock so good, angel.” He grinds out, steadying his pace to a more balanced tempo. “Like your mouth was made for fucking my cock.”

My mouth is dripping saliva mixed with his cum,. It pools down my chin and lands on my chest. His filthy words and chaotic thrusting are throwing me further into an unavoidable pit of ecstasy. I need to be touched before I go up in goddamn flames. He was losing himself in my mouth, but as if he read my mind, he rips himself out of my mouth and crawls back down my body until his now-soaking wet cock is lined up perfectly at my entrance.

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