Page 72 of Pretty Monsters

On his side there's a longer, more jagged scar. Again, he runs his fingers along it. "Knife wound."

A strangled sound escapes my throat, and I want to run my hands over every hurt he's been inflicted. His eyes soften, and he moves closer. Crawling up my body, his large hands cradle my face. "Shh," he soothes. "Why are you crying?" He looks mystified and a little afraid of my tears.

"I want to kill everyone who's ever hurt you." God, I want to touch him. Clearly he knew I would, which is probably why he bound my hands. I'm not sure, but I sense he's uncomfortable being touched during sex. Given some of the details he's shared, I fear he hasn't always had the power to refuse consent. It's another deeper scar.

He lowers his head until our foreheads are touching, and for a moment we just exist together. "I already have," he whispers after a moment.

"Good," I say, almost breathlessly.

Sin rubs his nose against mine, then gently kisses my lips. "You're a bloodthirsty little thing."

"Mmm," I hum. With him so close but not close enough the tension is building again. I need him more than food, air, or water. He's becoming essential to me, and it scares the shit out of me.

"Touch me, please," I beg.

"Like this?" he whispers, and brushes his lips across my neck.

"More," I groan.

His lips find mine, and he kisses me lazily. It's an exploration without urgency, and somehow also the most erotic kiss I've ever had.

"Please," I whimper against his mouth.

Finally, I feel the head of his cock teasing my entrance. With a firm grip on my knee, he raises my leg to fit under his arm, then repeats the action with the other side. My legs are trapped between hard ridges of muscle and my hands are bound. I'm completely at his mercy, but still his movements are languid.

"Stop holding back," I demand, and rock my hips, moving him deeper inside of me.

His dark eyes flash, and he slams into me. "Is this what you need, princess?"

"God, yes," I moan.

Giving me a moment to adjust, we stare into each other's eyes. There's a current running between us. I'm tethered to him, and whether he feels the same or not, I know after this moment I'll never want anyone else.

He rocks into me, and my fingers dig into the leather binding my wrists.

"You're mine," he grunts. It's the same thing he told me at the cabin, only now I really believe him.

"I want to touch you," I beg.

"I can't yet. It's too much. I feel too much."

My tongue flicks against the crease in his bottom lip. "Show me."

He growls, and his thrusts become demanding, causing the headboard to slam against the wall. With my hands tied and my legs pinned I'm powerless to do anything except take what he gives me.

"You can have everything, all of me, for as long as you want me," he promises.

My faces scrunches in confusion. He just answered the thoughts racing through my mind. The connection between us is overwhelming in the best way.

"It is, but I'm not reading your mind, you just happen to be saying your thoughts out loud."

I groan in embarrassment and pleasure.

"I love the sounds you make." He nips and sucks at my neck before trailing kisses over my breast and sucking on the aching peak before moving to the other one.

He looks back up at me, with dark eyes that seem to burn. "You should have run from me when we first met, princess. You don't belong in the dark with a monster, but now that you're here I'm too selfish to let you go."

"Don't ever let me go." My voice is breathy, betraying how close I'm getting to climaxing.

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