Page 73 of Pretty Monsters

"My princess is needy," he teases.

"Yes, Sin, please, please," I beg. I've been hanging on the edge of orgasm for too long, and I feel like I'll die if I don't come.

"When I touch you, all I see is you, you're every breath, every heartbeat. I need you to know that even when I fuck you, I am reaching for more than your body. I don't know how to make love, and even if I did, the way I feel for you is too intense."

Sin kisses me again, this time it's fevered, as if I'm the oxygen he needs to survive. It doesn't matter what we call this. I don't even care that we haven't said I love you. The words are inadequate anyway.

"Any time you touch me, any way you touch me is perfect as long as you never stop touching me," I say when we pull away from each other's mouths to breathe.

He drops his head into the crook of my neck and inhales deeply. Against my chest I feel his heart beating frantically. Sin takes me harder and faster than I'd have ever believed possible. When I wake in the morning I'll be wearing marks from his fingers, and I know I'll treasure each one of them. I feel him everywhere, but mostly in my heart. I'm breaking apart into atoms of pure energy and knitting back together altered.

His breathing becomes more ragged, and I feel him swell even bigger inside of me. He's close, but he's waiting for me to fall off the edge first. Reaching between us, he applies pressure to my clit, and I explode screaming his name.

If my hands were free I'd be clawing at him now. He feels so good it almost hurts, and the combination of pleasure and pain hurdles me to an even bigger climax.

He roars when he comes, throwing his head back, his muscles straining from the exertion. Sin is devastatingly handsome normally, but watching him come is exquisite.

Reaching up he releases my hands. I shake them to get the blood flowing again and wrap my arms around him. He tenses, but only for a second, and drops his weight on me. We stay like that, tangled together, until our breathing returns to normal.

Eventually he slips out of me, and I feel the loss of him instantly. Pulling me against his chest, I press my lips against his scar. His fingers run through my hair, and I find it hard to keep my eyes open.

24

Decisions

Sin

Light poursin the room through the cheap Walmart blinds on the window. Raven's hair is tangled from my hands, there are faint marks on her wrists from her pulling against the belt I used to bind them, and there are small but dark marks on her neck and shoulders. She looks thoroughly fucked, and though I should feel guilty seeing her perfect skin marred by my touch, I don't.

Carefully, so I don't wake her, I pull back the blanket. Just as I thought, there are finger shaped bruises on her hips and thighs from where I grabbed her. Still, no feelings of shame surface.

The beast inside of me wants to claim her again, but loud snoring from the living room alerts me to the fact Lucien is home. The fact I didn't wake when he returned, as I usually would, makes me uncomfortable. I make a mental note to see if Shane can make some kind of alarm to let me know when someone comes in.

Reluctantly, I slip out of Raven's arms before I give in to temptation and wake her up. Putting on a pair of sweats, I head to the kitchen to make coffee. Last night was the best night's sleep I ever had, but I still need caffeine to be human.

Lucien grumbles and wakes up as the scent of coffee fills the apartment. It's still strained between us, after all I know he at least suspects I'm no longer only sleeping in bed with his sister. He and Raven seem to have made up though, so that's progress. It'll take me a bit longer to deal with seeing her unconscious and bleeding after her head hit the dresser.

He stumbles into the kitchen. "I uploaded the spyware you coded last night. We should be able to monitor all of their communications. When did you learn to code like that? That was some next level shit."

I shrug. "Several years ago."

"Why didn't I know about it?" He leans against the counter, his arms across his chest, watching me.

"There are a few things you don't know about me," I grumble. Really, is it too much to ask to have this conversation after coffee?

"Like that you're fucking my sister."

I grip the countertop and squeeze. "I thought we had this pissing contest already."

"She's not like the maids back at the manor."

"Don't you think I fucking know that?" I'm losing my temper, which never happened before Raven. Now that she's opened up my heart it seems all of my emotions are running wild.

"She's my sister, Sin."

"And she's my everything."

He blinks and relaxes his arms. I jump when he starts laughing. "Well shit. You love her."

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