Page 121 of I Am Sin

“Look how hard my nipples are for you, Dragon.”

He growls.

“I’m wet. So wet. Rip these sweats off me. I’ll prove it.”

He grabs the waistband of my sweats, and for a moment I think he’s going to rip them off me like he did my tank top, but he doesn’t. He pulls them off my ass, off my legs, throwing them on the floor.

Only my drenched thong lies between me and my heart’s desire.

He closes his eyes and inhales. “God, you smell good. Like roses and sex.”

I instinctively spread my legs, letting the aroma of my cunt waft up to him.

He opens his eyes. “That lacy thong is not long for this world.”

I smile.

This time he rips the thong right off me.

Then he spreads my legs, brings his face down toward me, inhales again, his eyes closed.

“Sweet cunt. Sweet Diana cunt.”

God. I grasp two fistfuls of my comforter, arch my back.

Will he really tie me up? He can. I don’t care. But right now, I just need his cock in me. I need to come.

I’msoready to come.

“Your clothes, Dragon.” I can sense he wants me to behave submissively, so I soften my voice and speak with a slight upward inflection. “Take them off. Please.”

“When I’m goddamned ready.”

I switch tactics. Maybe a switch back to the fiery Diana who told him to fuck off will do the trick.

“You want me to rip them off you the way you ripped mine?”

He doesn’t answer, so I sit up, grab the opening of his collar, and use all my strength to rip the shirt in two and send the buttons flying.

“Fuck,” he snarls.

“I warned you.”

He lets out a guttural laugh. “You’re so fucking hot, Diana. Do you have any idea how much I want to sink my cock into you? Fuck you until sunrise? Touch every part of your body with every part of mine? Turn you over, spank that lily-white ass and then slide my cock between those ass cheeks?”

The thought of anal sex has never turned me on…until now.

“I don’t see anybody stopping you,” I say.

He burns his gaze into mine. “Be careful what you ask for, Diana. Because you just might fucking get it.”

“I let you do everything you wanted last time, and I’m ready for it again. I told you my hard limit. It’s being gagged. I’m up for anything else.”

“Hard limit?”

Interesting. The way he talked I was assuming he knew a lot about BDSM. The only reason I know about it is because Ashley dabbled in it a little before she met Dale.

“Hard limit. In BDSM, it’s something you won’t do.”

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