Page 52 of Syndicate of Sin Bundle

Cristian dropped me onto a bed. I landed with a thump and squirmed around on the California king–size mattress, needing to get out of here as quickly as possible. But before I could get far, he restrained me on the bed, each ankle tied to a bedpost, and grabbed a vibrator from a drawer.

I dug my heels into the mattress to squirm toward the headboard, but didn’t make it anywhere. Cristian turned the toy on, crawled between my parted legs, and shoved it inside of me so forcefully that I screamed out.

“If you want me to treat you just like someone else I torture to get information out of, I will.”

Arching a brow, I said, “Torture? You think this is torturing me?”

He turned it up at a higher speed. “I don’t think it is. I know it is.”

Heat gathered between my legs, pressure building in my core. I stared down at him and clenched my jaw, my toes curling as pleasure ran through my body. He seized my nipple between his fingers and tugged on it harshly.

“Stop it!” I said, flaring my nostrils.

For a brief moment, he stopped to increase the vibrator’s speed. My body jerked into the air, pleasure and pain shooting through me. He captured my nipples between his fingers again and tugged even harsher this time.

“Why did you leave?” he asked, squeezing harder.

“I fucking hate you.”

He increased the intensity. An orgasm ripped through my body, my clit swelling under the vibration. I bit my lip to feel another orgasm starting to build up and up and up inside my core.

He grabbed my throat in his large hand, seething down at me. “Why did you leave?”

“Go to hell, where you belong, Cristian.”

Another higher speed.

“God, fuckin—” I bit my lip to hold back a whimper as another orgasm shot through my body. “Fu-fucking hell …”

How many speeds does this damn thing have? How is it moving so quickly and so intensely?

My sensitive clit ached as the vibrations continued, even after I hit my peak.

“Why did you leave?” Cristian asked again, strumming his fingers against my throat.

I pressed my quivering lips together. At this rate, I’d be hurting bad within the next few orgasms. But I wasn’t going to just admit what had happened at his place. No, I was on a fucking mission to kill that bitch, and nobody, not even Cristian, would get in my way.

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I paced in the hallway outside of the bedroom with my arms crossed over my chest, listening to Roxie moan and scream for me. All I wanted was to barge into the room, take that cheap fucking thing out of her, and push my cock into that throbbing hole of hers. But I had more important things to attend to, like finding out why Roxie had left.

She had been left alone before. She didn’t go anywhere. She came back with that sassy-as-fuck attitude the next day and cursed me out in my office, like she usually did. She had never ever left. So why now? And why was she keeping it from me? She hadn’t even told me it was because of me yet.

Last night, when I’d brought her home, everything had been fine. Roxie was pissed, like usual, but not pissed enough to leave. She could’ve snuck out during the night, but she stayed until the morning. I had been waiting all night for her to sneak out, but even after she used the bathroom, she had come back to me.

Snatching Roxie’s phone from my pocket, I turned it on to see no new messages. At least she hadn’t been off with another guy who was now looking for her. But, fuck, where had she gone? It was eating me a-fucking-live.

Unable to take it anymore, I walked into the room and shut the door behind me, staring at her trembling, tattooed body. “Why did you leave?” I asked her yet again for the umpteenth time today. “Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

More importantly, why did she come back?

She grasped at the rope. “Please, take it out of me. Please, stop it. My clit is swollen.”

I walked over to the bed, grasped the shiny white handle, and cranked it up to another speed. She whimpered, legs trembling and eyes filled with tears. I both loved and hated seeing her like this, but I needed answers, and she needed punishment.

“Where were you?”

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