Page 74 of Perfect Sin

“You didn’t think I would take you into one of the rooms did you? Truss you up where anyone could watch while I fuck you?”

“I don’t care about anyone watching, I just want you,” I say, my voice embarrassingly breathy.

He spins me around and presses my back up against the wall. Teasingly slowly, his fingers move down the skirt of my dress, inching it up my thigh. He kisses a trail up my neck. “This skirt is so short I could take you right here with little effort.”

“Sin,” I moan. My need for him is becoming mortifying, but I can’t hold back.

He steps back a little, making me shiver from the sudden loss of his body heat. I reach for him, but he grabs both of my wrists in one of his hands and holds my arms above my head.

“I should deny you the way you denied me when you left me for three fucking days.”

He’s done it before. When it comes to our relationship he’s always had more personal control than I have. He looks at me, and I go weak. He touches me, and I melt. But I still don’t think it was wrong for me to take a few days to collect myself.

We were hurting each other and something needed to change. I can see he is still too hurt though to see we needed that time to stop the cycle of jealousy and lashing out.

I look down, refusing to beg him to touch me, though my body would love to do nothing less. He drops my hands and cradles my face.

“I won’t though, because I need you.” He drops his head until his forehead rests against mine. “I missed you. I don’t know how I lived for so long without you, because one day without you felt like an eternity. Three days brought me to my knees. It was easier when we were forced apart, because I knew you wanted me. Every minute you were gone this time I felt you slipping away from me,” he admits quietly.

“I left to save us. I didn’t want to be away from you, but I was afraid we’d tear each other apart if I stayed.”

Sin takes my hand. “We’re going home. I’ll never share you again, not even the sight of you in the throws of passion.”

He’s right. The fog of lust retreats to a level where I can think clearly, and I realize I don’t want to share him either. Not a single part of him should belong to someone else, not even if it’s only their eyes that touch him.

“Let’s go. I’ll order a taxi and tell your brother to drive the car home. I want you alone.”

23

Leather and Lace

Sin

We’resilent the entire drive back to the house. I’m careful to sit far enough away from her that I’m not touching her, because the moment I do, I’m not going to stop. The flickering lights of the city illuminate the interior of the car as we cruise through the city, granting me brief glimpses of Raven. Each flash of light I see her biting her lip or squeezing her thighs together, and I know she’s struggling too.

Tension fills the space, anticipation building to the point I can feel the air crackle between us. I take some comfort in the fact she’s suffering as much as I am. Three days is too fucking long to be without her.

The car pulls in front of our house. I hand the driver a wad of cash, likely overpaying the fare by a lot. As soon as I’m out of the car, I rush around to the other side of the car to open Raven’s door.

“This is very chivalrous of you,” she says, and steps out of the car.

“Don’t get too used to it, at least not for the next few hours. I believe I’ve got a promise to keep.”

Raven smirks. “That’s how it’s going to be, huh?” She takes a step back and starts pulling at the tie at her waist. Slowly she plucks at one button then the next. She lets the coat fall off her shoulders to pool around her feet

“Oh, no. I can’t believe I dropped Amber’s coat on the ground. I better grab it.” The dangerously short lace skirt rides up her thighs as she bends over, showing the curve of her ass.

“I think you want me to tie you up,” I growl.

Raven straightens up and looks over her shoulder. “Why wouldn’t I want that?” She tosses the coat over her shoulder and strolls toward the house.

I stalk after her. She moves confidently through the house, unaware of how on edge she has me. If she really knew all the thoughts running through my head she’d run away for good. Good thing I’ll have her trussed up before she realizes what she’s in for tonight.

Raven stops in the middle of our room, and I see some of the defiance fade from her expression. I love how my strong willed wife submits to me when it’s just the two of us. She’s leather and lace, just like the evil dress I’m growing to love.

Walking past her, I grab a couple sets of restraints from the nightstand drawer and drop them on the bed. She sucks in a breath but doesn’t move. Slowly, I inch toward her, and she slyly looks up at me. There are no more words I need to say to her tonight.

I’m not a fool. I know there are still lingering questions and doubts she’s holding on to. My jealousy and insecurity drove a wedge between us, and I’ve got work to do to make it up to her. I will, but tonight we need to put it aside and reconnect.

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