Page 37 of Sink With Me

“Kiss my–” her words slip into a muffled moan concealed by her lips pulling between her teeth as I dip into the waistline of her shorts enough to run my fingers along the outside of her soaked panties. She could easily get out of this if she chose, but she doesn’t budge. Instead, she releases a shaky breath, letting her head slump forward between her shoulders. Looks like we’re both fucked now. She rocks her hips back, trying to gain some friction. I move my other hand to her side, forcing her to still.

“If I’m a sick fuck, then what does that say about you? You’re dripping all over my fingers, basically begging me to touch you, love.” I mutter, my voice thick with tension. I guess I’m just as desperate as her, judging by the way I grind against her ass. This isn’t about me right now, but fuck, I can’t just stand here with my dick screaming at me from how warm she feels and not do anything.

Her lip's part trying to say something, but before she can get a syllable out, I push my hand into her underwear, trailing my fingers through her folds. She’s so fucking wet that I have to drop my head between her shoulder blades just to will myself not to bust right in my pants. She’s the living embodiment of a siren, taking on a form that she knows will lure me in. My finger traces her entrance, teasing the area, deliberately pushing my palm against her clit and she lets out one of those beautiful whimpers.

She could kill me now and I think I might just let her.

“What do you want?” She whispers, making my head shoot up from the sound of her asking so beautifully.

“A lot of things… I want to know how that cheeky mouth would feel wrapped around my cock,” I dig my fingers into her hips. “I want to hear you beg for forgiveness while I fuck you into oblivion,” I drag my nose down the length of her neck the same time I thrust a finger into her making her lips part and her lashes flutter. “I want you.” I bite out as I curl into that spot that has her shifting to the tips of her toes and her nails digging into the metal table. “However, right now I need to know more about Dutton.” I grind out, causing her shoulders to bunch, her brows pull together, and her eyes close visible in the reflection of the table. I hope to God she doesn't have one of those moments where she starts overthinking. I’ve felt her skin, I’ve felt her body against mine. I’m in too deep with no intention of swimming to the surface for air. Before she can think any longer, I add a finger into her waiting heat, her walls clasp around the single digit.

Letting go of her hip and clasping my hand around her jaw, I force her head to turn towards me. Those gorgeous blue irises, hooded with nothing but pure lust swirling in them, could bring any man to his knees. God, I should know because my body is fighting to stay up straight. That damn smirk comes into view showing the whites of her teeth as she starts to grind her weeping pussy against my hand and then back against my cock. She’s going to be the death of me.

“We didn’t sink your fucking ship’s siren. Your leader raged war against the innocent.” I punctuate each word with a brutal thrust, curling my fingers until her legs are shaking, relying on my grip to hold her upright.

“You’re lying–”

Withdrawing my hand, it successfully cuts off any words she can form from her corrupted little head. I drop my hand in front of her, my fingers shimmering from how thoroughly soaked they are with her juices. She whimpers, shaking her head rapidly like she is trying to force herself to think straight. If I’ve learned anything, it’s that she doesn't think properly as it is. I can only imagine what it’s like in her brain now. She glances back at me with a fire igniting in her gaze, burning my world to her feet. I hold her captive physically, but she always holds me mentally.

Her mouth opens, but I place my fingers against her tongue. She’s beautiful, everything I need and more, but it’s going to take some serious willpower to convince her to believe anything I say.

“Ah, ah love. I wasn’t done with my questions.” I groan at her eyes fluttering shut, those lush pouty lips closing around my finger. She sucks at it so greedily that I’m imagining it’s my cock instead, while she’s on her knees with my hand wrapped in her hair like a good girl. One day I’ll make my mark on her and all she’ll be able to eat, breathe, and think is me. She’ll be just as ruined as I am. The heat of her tongue trails under my digit, only to wrap back around it with a bob of her head making me groan from the image she’s creating.

Pulling my hand away, I rush back to her throbbing cunt, letting it suck me back in. Her moans are a beautiful symphony mixing with my heavy breaths. Each stroke of my fingers is matched with a grind into her ass. The fabric of my boxer's bunch below my cargo making the dry friction almost unbearable but as I go to pull away, she pushes back, looking at me with pleading eyes like she can’t stand the loss of contact. She pulsates and writhes against my hand, making me still again, stealing her very close orgasm. As much as I want to see her come apart around my hands, I can’t yet.

“Just tell me anything I don’t already know, not some bullshit you think I know, and I’ll let you come.” I breathe out, willing myself to hold on to the small amount of dominance I have over her at the moment. I feel the protest close to falling off her tongue, encouraging me to drive into her at the same time I cover her mouth with my own. With each breath she tries to inhale, I rob. When I feel her clench her thighs around my hand again, I stop, pulling my head back just enough to catch her face, screwed in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

I tighten my grip around her jaw, making her swollen lips part. I’d be lying if I said those tear-filled eyes weren’t the absolute highlight of my life. Those tears are for me.

I need to break her and put her back together until all her twisted pieces compliment my sick ones. I need her to cooperate so I can end this all and I can finish this war.

“I don’t know anything...”

“I wish you wouldn’t lie to me.” I add a finger, groaning at the feeling of her stretching to accommodate me, letting go of her face, I shove my hand between her shoulder blades and a strangled cry crawls from her throat. She falls forward against the table, pushing her arms under her head, crumpling the file, sweat beads at the back of her neck. It’s a sight I'd love to get used to, having her a mess below me. Completely at my mercy. She rocks back again, trying to gain the friction to push her over, making me pull my palm from her heated bundle of nerves, easing the thrusts until they're shallow.

“It was my parents’ ship.” She quietly cries the words into her arms, making me still from the sound. What the fuck is that supposed to mean? It was Jim and Cassie's boat, they didn't have any… of course, I wouldn’t have known. I guess they protected her well, didn’t they? A pained muffled whimper escapes her, making me realize how long I’ve been holding still.

“Tide...” she whines.

Refocusing on the goddess in my palms, I run my mouth along her neck to memorize the feeling of her flesh. Even if I wanted to be mad, I couldn’t. She’s just like me, looking for revenge for her parents. “Then why aren’t you leading this war?” I whisper slowly, easing my palm against her clit, pushing further than knuckle deep. I don’t care what she says, I have a logical head. I just like knowing the facts. This woman could burn my father's base to the ground and admit to it and I wouldn’t be mad because it’d be the truth.

If she can just give me a reason.

“Dutton.”

One name, two symbols, and a broken sob from overstimulation tell me almost everything I need to know. Once I find the fucker who’s causing this chaos, he’ll pay. Not only for my father but for her. She's trembling with soft cries wracking her body. I'm half tempted to stop and pull her back into me for whatever torment is going through her head, but she rocks, bracing her hands against the table.

“Please.” She whispers, and I groan in response. She sounds so fucking gorgeous when she begs. I resume fucking my fingers into her until I find the spot that has her cunt clenching and her back arching. My tip leaks, creating a wet spot on my cargos against her ass. I’d bury myself to the hilt right now if she wasn’t so damn close to her orgasm, but she’s been so well behaved I can’t rob her again. Her body tenses, successfully locking my hand between her thighs as she stiffens with a strangled cry of my callsign. I shudder at the sound.

Next time I'll make sure she says my real name.

Letting her ride out her very well-deserved high, I take the time to categorize my thoughts while my hand trails down to take a handful of her hip, running my thumb in small circles against a scar. This is bigger than some simple game of who can punish who until families and lives are avenged. That begs the question though–why is Dutton in the position she’s supposed to be in?

I turn her to face me, forcing her to watch as I drag my palm against my tongue until my lips wrap around my fingers, unabashedly moaning at the taste of her. God, it’s fucking divine. Obsession is an understatement at this point. I don't just want her, I need her. Everything that she is, twisted head and all.

She wants to make some witty remark, her stare narrows and lips part but her body trembles, making her lean into my chest. I need to get my head straight and figure out what this means. If I thought I was on a mission to end Bay before, it doesn’t even compare to now holding her. Knowing that the team she’s discarded her soul for, has tossed her to the side like she didn’t mean a thing.

Grasping her thighs, her arms willingly wrap around the back of my neck–no doubt plotting to strangle me–her face buried in my shoulder as I leave the disheveled interrogation room. There’s no hiding what she means to me at this point. If someone sees, then I'll just have to accept that. It feels wrong walking into her cell, setting her on the bed. She should be with me somewhere comfortable. A small smirk curls at the corner of my mouth at the thought. I can make that arrangement.

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