Page 37 of Sinner's End

“No,” I cry, squirming beneath him. “Kaleb, don’t.”

“But I will. And you’ll take it like a good little whore and moan like you love it because you fucking will.”

The vibrator slips into my ass as a tear tracks down my face. The sensations are too much to handle. Not once does Kaleb slow his pace or offer me a reprieve. My walls clamp down on his length as my vision blurs, the first orgasm stealing the air from my lungs.

“Again,” he demands, moving my entire body up the bed.

“I can’t,” I mumble, hoping he will hear the defeat in my voice.

“Again, Adreana. And if you try to defy me, I will tie you to this bed and fuck you ‘til you bleed.”

His words tear at my insides, loosening something inside me I didn’t know was there. One moment I am begging him to let me be, and the next I push my hips back into him, begging him for more.

“Fuck, you’re perfect. No wonder Mana is as obsessed as I am.”

Those words push me over the edge, my orgasm ripping through me as the vibration in my ass intensifies. His cock isripped from within me and I almost cry at the loss.

“Christ, woman. You squirt like a fucking champion. It’s like a waterfall.” Kaleb curses and gloats at once. My legs and feet are wet, my face burning with embarrassment. “Mana is going to fucking love this.”

He enters me once more, hips pumping furiously before he stills. I feel his cock kick inside my channel as he paints my walls with his seed. And I swear to every god there is, old and new, I didn’t know I was capable of another orgasm but there it is, rippling through me and holding him in place.

Silence descends on us as we stay locked in position for what feels like an hour, both catching our breath, before Kaleb pulls both the vibrator and his cock from my body. Flipping me over, he smiles at me with dark eyes before pushing my knees to my chest. Using my hands, he positions me to hold myself in place before pushing my thighs apart. Neither of us speaks as he exposes me to his hungry gaze.

I am bare and vulnerable. I can feel the mixture of our cum slipping out of me and flowing between my ass cheeks.

“Stay.”

I watch as he removes his cell from his pocket and snaps several pictures. Before making a call. I can vaguely hear Mana on the other end.

“She can’t stay in Sinner’s End, Mana. You started this. She needs to be at Harken. Permanently.”

He listens to Mana’s response I can’t hear, nodding in agreement. “What the fuck is Sinner’s End?

“We’ll see you later.”

Pocketing his phone, Kaleb returns to me, helping me off the bed before wrapping me in his muscular arms. I don’t know what the fuck is going on right now but I know I need this. I love the rough, punishing sex. I crave the perceived violations and the dirty, filthy words. But I need this, too. His caress, hissoft kisses on my face and against my hair. It soothes something inside I didn’t know was there.

“Hello, sister.”

The voice I know snaps us out of our intimate moment right before a loud booming sound rips through my home and my soul. Intense pain sears me. My stomach burns and it feels like my spinal cord is being ripped from my body.

Kaleb looks panicked and I can see his mouth working but I can’t hear what he is saying. The world around me is blurry and I feel like I am floating on air. What the hell is happening?

Chapter Seventeen

Silver for the Boatman

Kaleb

I watch Addi order a coffee like she’s a perfectly normal person. Her hands don’t shake as she cradles her, “Tall, dark and handsome with three sugars, please,” coffee in its environmentally friendly, recyclable cup. Her soft smile should light something inside me, but it doesn’t.

Because after her deranged and damaged wraith of a sister turned up and blew her world to hell in two short words,nothingwill feel normal to me ever again.

Addi dropped like a sack of potatoes, screaming her fucking head off all while she smiled at me, confused and tired. I didn’t blame her in the least. The dichotomy of it all, broken and ruined, tortured and sweet, will never, ever leave my mind. “Fucking insanity” is the only term I can find to describe the way she smiled so serenely while bansheeing away like her soul was being ripped from within her.

That visual is burned into my soul, the last remnant of the woman I’ve come to love in such a short period, ruined by one of Mana’s castaway toys.

All because of greed.

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