Page 29 of The Secrets of a Sin

“You and I aren’t even in the same fucking category.” He presses firmly into me, squishing my aching breasts against his sternum. My lower lip trembles just like every bone in my body as I’m catapulted deeper into his hypnotic spell. “The things I’ve seen, the things I’ve done would cause this precious school of yours to rupture into flames.” He provokes with eyes that display just how dark and sinister he truly is.

“You apparently don’t know the kinds of things us weak girls did to be sent here then.” I taunt with the tilt of my chin, trying to remain cool and collected, even if my tone sounds frail and shaky. “We would have all burned up from our sins.”

“Yah? And what kinds of things are we talking about, Charlotte?” He digs harder into me, causing my mouth to drop slightly. He immediately takes notice of my open mouth and lifts the corners of his pale lips into an alarming grin that has my blood running cold. “Bad things?” He questions with the raise of his brow.

His gaze never strays from mine, even when I feel the light touch of his balmy fingers graze the skin of my outer thigh. My body instantly slackens as a rush of tremors assault my weak center, and my hands quickly grip the shelves behind me. I want to moan into the cool air of the library, but I briskly swallow any evidence of my lust. “I wasn’t sent here for being good.” I growl, but my little quip must set him off just as his digit on my thigh moves over the tops of my leg and stops right at the edge of my panties. Flicking at the fabric, he reaches under the lingerie with a single finger, in and out, he repeats the sensual movement.

Shit.

“Tell me everything.” He grunts as he leans in close, dragging his nose through the strands of my hair laying over my right shoulder. My eyes shut the second I hear him inhale deeply, causing my insides to stir and the panties he’s toying with to dampen. “I want to know every fucking detail of what you did.” He growls beside my ear as his finger dips further up the fabric, brushing against the lips of my pussy.

“Not h..happening.” I manage to muster up the words, but I’m tossed further into his corruption as his digit surges deep inside me. “Arsen!” I cry out, reaching my palm out to rest against his shoulder for support.

He entered me smoothly as if it hadn’t been over six months since anything or anyone had been inside me. The feeling of fullness ignites something deep within me that I thought had been dead or, at least, in slumber for the past few months. It was like a switch was activated, and everything I learned had now departed. My pussy immediately clenches around his foreign finger, sucking him further inside until he’s drowning in my moisture.

“You don’t think I’ll get you to confess?” He drags his middle finger fully out before savagely thrusting back inside. Shaking my head back and forth profusely, he laughs obscurely at my defiance. “My fingers may be able to keep your mouth closed, but my cock will have you screaming.”

My eyes quickly widen, and I swear my impending orgasm nearly strikes me blind until I feel his finger roughly curl inside me, pushing against the spot that has my knees buckling.

“If your cock is anything like your fingers, all you’ll hear from me is silence.” I seethe through gritted teeth as his finger continues to create chaos within me. My core throbs viciously with every effortless jab inside me, turning my previous statement into the biggest lie that's ever escaped my lips.

“Shall we test that theory?” He growls, pressing his body further into mine until my back is painfully pinned against the bookshelves. His hips rotate harshly against my center, and that's when I feel the hardness of his cock dig into my upper thigh. The rough fabric of his jeans gnaws at my skin back and forth. He rubs himself over me until a desperate moan flees my mouth.

“Try all you want, but I’m not telling you a damn thing.” I groan, soaking in everything he’s doing to me before he decides to pull away and causes panic within me.

There was no way I would turn him down now. I was too far down the rabbit hole to deny him any further. The right-thinking Charlotte that I had worked so hard to become is being overthrown.

The blissful sensations I once felt before came flooding back, if not more intense this time.

“Your darkest secrets are no longer yours to hold hostage anymore.” He pulls his head slightly away from my neck until our mouths are inches apart. His crazed eyes meet mine, attempting to scrutinize every detail of me as if he is searching for answers to all his questions. As his gaze consumes mine, I take it upon myself to explore his right back. It was easy to get lost in his sickeningly handsome features, from his unruly dark hair to his pale skin tone that made him appear more ominous. Others may become disoriented by his beauty, but not me, I was enchanted by his darkness.

“Then whose are they because they sure as hell aren’t yours.” I whisper, inhaling every ragged breath he takes as if I need it to survive. His finger comes to a sudden halt within me before pulling out completely. I cry out in displeasure, but it's quickly forgotten as his opposite hand seizes the curve of my neck in a tightening grip and his finger that was just in me is now inches away from my mouth. His nails dig into my flesh, hard enough it will leave a mark, but the pain intertwines with red hot pleasure, and I can’t help but sag my mouth in a groan.

“That fucking mouth of yours gets you in trouble, doesn’t it?” He squeezes in one long motion that has me gasping for breath. “Or is it just me you like to defy?” My hand hastily reaches up to claw at his grip, but I’m useless against his strength. His eyes gloss over, shifting into something carnal and even more lust-filled than before.

He was getting off on this. On my pain. On the fact that I can’t fucking breathe, and he looks seconds away from fucking me silly.

Noticing my struggle, he loosens his hold slightly, enough for me to suck in the air I was being deprived. A dark smile manifests across his mouth. “Open your mouth.” He demands sharply as hot tears threaten to fall.

I wasn’t scared of what Arsen was going to do to me. I was more terrified that I was going to like it. So instead of obeying, I tightly kept my mouth closed and avoided his eyes.

“Open, Charlotte.” He presses his damp finger against my bottom lip, smearing my wetness over my mouth like it’s chapstick. His sensual movements are soft, considering the grip he has on my neck that I almost find myself opening my mouth. My tongue rests harshly against the roof of my mouth, desperate to taste his skin and struggling to remain sane. Twisting my head away from his rubbing digit, he swiftly snatches my chin with the fingers that are on my neck and roughly tugs my head forward until I’m staring into the eyes of the devil himself. “Show me your fucking tongue, or I’ll pry your mouth open myself.” He snarls with his fingers still resting on my chin.

Scowling, I refuse to give in. He wants me to surrender, perhaps even embrace that he was in charge and that whatever he wanted from me, he would get. He needs my compliance to get off, but he also needs my suffering. “You can order me around and hurt me all you want, but you’ll never see me bow down to you.” I snap, hating every mixed feeling I had towards him. After everything that happened between us, I refused for him to see my attraction. I was slowly beginning to figure out Arsen Hale, and no matter how infuriating he was, I wanted more.

I could feel his palm heat to a scorching temperature as my words struck him deep. I knew more about him without even trying while he battled to get answers from me. And if I knew any better, he was beginning to realize that I was winning.

I was the one in charge.

Swiftly removing his hand from my neck with an animalistic growl, he grasps my hip and spins me around till my front is flush against the bookshelf. On instinct my palms smack the wood and curl around the ledge to steady myself. “I don’t need you to bow down to me when I’ve already experienced you fucking my thigh and sank my fingers deep inside your cunt.” He breaths into my neck as his hand brushes through my wavy strands and grabs a large handful. “You’ll give me what I want eventually, and I’ll get you and your fucking wicked mouth out of my head eventually too.” He says as if he’s trying to convince himself that's what will happen. His fingers tangle through my hair, and once he grips a large chunk, he yanks me back hard. My neck arches painfully, and I feel his mouth graze my beating pulse. “Let me fuck you.” He runs his hot, wet tongue along my nape, stopping at the bottom of my ear lobe.

“Why? So you can finally get me out of your system?” I practically moan with a ‘hell yes’ on the tip of my tongue, but I knew fucking once would never be enough.

For either of us.

“Yes.” He nibbles on my throat, licking the wounds he created as he continues to try and distract me with his mouth. “And to disprove my theory that you have the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt.”

My eyes instantly roll back.

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