Page 177 of Dare To Break

I rub myself eagerly against him, half out of my mind with want, and it takes a minute or two for awareness to creep in. He’s gone still in my arms.

“Take me.” Wiggling downward, the tip of his cock slips inside me.

We both moan.

“No.” His hands grab my hips roughly, pinning them down.

“Sin?”

“I can’t do this.” His words come out choked and pained.

“W–what?”

“I can’t fuck you like this.”

“But I want you.” My brain is having a hard time processing what he’s saying. “Please, it hurts so bad. I need you inside me.”

“Shit.” He moves to untangle himself from my legs and arms.

I clutch at him, but he pushes me down. “Where are you going?”

I can hear his harsh breathing moving away from me. I’m tempted to take off my blindfold, but I don’t. This will end if I do.

Raising my hips, I stroke my fingers between my legs instead. “Please, please, fuck me. I’m so wet for you.”

A tortured groan comes from somewhere in front of me. “Kitten.”

“I’ve been your good girl. I’ve done everything you asked of me.” I can’t keep the desperation from my voice while I play with myself. “Please don’t leave me like this. I’m yours. All yours. I don’t want anyone else, just you.”

Silence.

My heart clenches. “Sin?”

Nothing.

“Sin?” My voice is thick with tears and fear.

Pulling the blindfold from my eyes, I let them adjust to the soft glow of the flashlight. Shadows flicker over the walls of the tomb. An abandoned bowl of strawberries is beside me on the blanket.

There’s no sign of Sin.

The crushing rejection steals my breath.

What happened? Why didn’t he take me? I’m willing and ready. Why did he stop? Is this part of his game? To twist me up inside with so much need that it’s physical agony that I want him so much.

My mind swims in a sea of confusion as I stare at the stone of the coffin.

“Sin, please.” My lips tremble, wetness drips off my chin. I curl into a ball on the blanket and sob. My chest has been ripped open all over again, and he’s left me here to bleed out in desolation and confusion.

Is this what he wanted? I don’t understand.

I cry and cry until my throat aches, and I don’t have anything more to give. Until numbness settles over me.

I can’t stay here.

Sin is gone.

I’m not sure if he’ll come back after this, and even if he tries, the thought of meeting him again fills me with bitterness.

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