Page 71 of Pretty Monsters

"Be careful what you promise," he warns.

"Anything, anytime. I'm yours," I promise him.

He growls, and it's the sexiest thing I've ever heard. "Fuck the movie." Picking me up, he strolls with a purpose to the bedroom.

"Here's your last chance to back out. I don't know how to be gentle, and I'll try to learn, but right now I want you too badly."

I lift my chin. "Give me everything."

He pulls my clothes off, and stalks me until my knees hit the bed and I fall onto my back. I'm not afraid of him, but his intensity has me taking steps back out of instinct.

Reaching behind his head he pulls his shirt off and throws it away. His belt comes off next, and he holds it in his hands. He uses it to bind my wrists, and somehow ties a knot in the headboard so I can't move.

I'm at his mercy, and the thought ramps up my arousal exponentially. Pulling my knees apart he studies me. When he licks his lips I know what he's planning, and I try and close my knees. He holds them open and continues to stare hungrily at my pussy.

Lowering to his knees, he nips at my thighs, his stubble lightly scratches at my skin, and I stop fighting to close my legs. His hot breath hits my center before his tongue. When he flicks his tongue against my throbbing clit, my eyes nearly roll back into my head.

My fingers twitch with the need to bury themselves in his hair. The fact I can't move forces me to feel every ounce of pleasure he slowly chooses to give me.

I've had sex, but never experienced this level of vulnerability. Sin's in complete control of my body, and while I'm not a particularly submissive woman, I'm turned on letting him call the shots.

His fingers enter me while he continues to drive me wild with his tongue. My body starts to climb, and I start to shake. He senses the moment I'm about to come and stops suddenly.

"Don't stop. I'm so close," I beg.

"You've already come on my fingers at the cabin. This time you'll come on my cock."

I whimper. His words are dirty like I somehow knew they would be, but I didn't expect to like it. I'm burning up from the inside out, but he doesn't move to take off his pants, and I start to thrash against the binding of my wrist.

He moves off me, standing on the side of the bed. I think he's going to undress, but he just stands still looking disappointed.

"What's wrong?" I'm a panting mess of need. If he doesn't touch me soon I'm going to lose my mind. Can you go insane from sexual frustration?

He exhales in frustration, and I feel a pang of rejection.

"I don't have any condoms."

My stomach sinks, and the ideas flitting through my mind are reckless, and yet so right. Once it takes root, it's the only way. There should never be anything between us, physically, or metaphorically. "Have you ever not used one before?"

He sighs. "Never."

"I'm on birth control," I tell him. "I've never not used protection either, but I want to with you."

I think I'm going to have to convince him until his hands start shaking while he starts to remove his jeans.

"Are you sure?" he asks.

"Never been more sure in my life," I swear.

Sin's eyes hold mine as he slowly pulls down his zipper. The denim falls down his legs, and he kicks it away. Up until now I haven't even seen him without a shirt. His wide shoulders and chest taper to a trim waist. Dense muscles ripple and flex with every step he takes toward me.

He stands and watches me warily while I take him in. My eyes feast hungrily, bouncing from one feature to another, unsure if something will keep him from me after tonight. I don't get to keep good things, and I intend to savor every second I spend with him as if it could be the last.

Moving down from his sinfully plump lips to his chest, I notice there's a light dusting of dark hair. It looks like it's enough to tickle, but not so much as to obscure the deep grooves that define his muscular torso.

My eyes land on his shoulder, where there's a circular scar just under his clavicle. He sees where my eyes land, and rubs the smooth pink mark. "Bullet wound," he whispers in a rough voice.

I nod, fighting the tears stinging my eyes. He won't want my pity, not that I feel that way. I'm angry at the way he's been treated as if he were disposable. To me he's everything.

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