Page 11 of Sinful Sacrifice

He moans when I thrust my hips forward.

Forget smothering him with my cum. I’m riding his face so hard that I’m bound to crush his face with my thighs.

As a dancer, I’ve always felt in complete control of my body. But with Damien, it feels like he’s hijacked all that control and taken over.

It’s as if he wants to erase the innocence inside me and turn me into the devil he is so we become a better match.

He inches my legs farther apart. His mouth is wild between my legs, sucking on my clit, and his tongue laces through my slit while his fingers torture me.

I swear he doesn’t take a single breath until I’m falling apart.

A tight string of ecstasy pulses through me—growing tighter and tighter and tighter—until it finally snaps. As I drop forward and cry out, he massages my pussy with his tongue, lapping up my release.

He clasps the back of my thighs as I catch my breath and collect myself. My panting continues as he lowers me to straddle him. I shudder, ready for more, when he skims his wet lips along my jawline.

“I wanted to loosen you up before your performance, baby,” he comments with a slight humor in his tone, and he raises his lips to mine. “You were tight everywhere.”

We’ve had a change of events.

A change of needs now.

No longer do I just want to dance off my father’s loan.

I want more.

More of his mouth, his tongue, all of him.

And my orgasmed-out brain tells him this.

“Damien, please fuck me.”

I’ve gone from fearing this man to wanting to fuck him.

He stares down at me, studying my face, and bares his teeth. “Ask me to fuck you again, Pippa.”

I gulp in a breath. “Fuck me, Damien.”

His hands claim my waist again, and he thrusts his tongue inside my mouth. My back arches when he sucks on the tip.

He doesn’t stop me when I drag my hips back, providing enough room to unbuckle his belt. As I unzip his pants, he lowers his mouth to my throat, sucking on my sensitive skin. As soon as they’re loose enough, I tug them down.

We freeze when his phone vibrates in his pocket.

“Ignore it.” I drag his pants down farther.

“Unfortunately, I can’t.” He snatches my wrist to stop me and shifts to collect his phone with the other. He shuts his eyes and blows out a breath while checking the caller ID before silencing the call. “I have to go.”

I peer away from him as he assists me off his lap and stands. “You’re leaving?” I fall back a step as embarrassment creeps through me.

“Consider the debt paid in full.” He zips his pants and buckles his belt. “Keep the cash, and don’t you dare give it back to your father.”

My soul crushes when he presses a kiss to my forehead and walks out the door.

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I’ve murdered plenty of people.

And right now, if my brother’s call isn’t important, he’s joining that list of men. My sweet dancer was ready to give me anything I wanted from her.

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