Page 83 of Sinner's Fury

“The Art of Seduction has absolutely nothing to do with sex. In fact, it’s the complete opposite. It’s observing, learning what drives the opposite sex. When someone like me knowswhat drives a man, the advantage becomes all mine. Take you, for example. When I first met you, I saw a frustrated father. Oh, I know you love your girls, but under the father persona you portray to everyone is a desperate, sexually frustrated man. A man who longs for something more. You covet what others have. The partner, the companionship of the perfect woman. I’d bet since Davina, you’ve been searching for her replacement, but no woman has ever come close, and when Vicious and Linsey showed up with your daughters, you gave up your search and accepted that you would be single for the rest of your life. Oh, you continued to have your one-night stands, your brief relationships, but nothing significant because there was something missing in the women you dated. Would you like me to tell you what they were missing?”

I nodded.

“Substance,” she clearly said, her eyes locked on mine. “Anyone can have a one-night stand, Christian. Sex is just that. Sex. But for someone like you, someone who requires more, someone who needs that connection that can’t be found with just anyone, it must be frustrating for you. When you kissed me in the hotel room, you let your guard drop, and I saw the real you. The desperate, hungry man who needed to shed his worldly burdens for just one night and simply connect. Then Brianna interrupted and you reverted to what you knew—being a father. Something about me scared you that night. For whatever reason, I scared you because since then you’ve kept your distance. So, I watched you, trying to figure out what it was about me that stopped you. Then it hit me.”

“What did?”

“It wasn’t me you were scared of. You’re scared I would end up like Davina. No matter how hard you’ve tried to avoid it, I think you’ve secretly fallen in love with me and that scares the living shit out of you. Yet, your subconscious won’t allow youto ignore me. I noticed the subtle change in your demeanor in Chicago, when the Valentinetti’s showed up. The way you protectively held me, almost like you were daring them to take me away from you. Even in Nebraska, when I said we needed to return to New York. You were adamant, flat-out refused to put me in harm’s way again, yet you couldn’t tell me no. Then there was the way you challenged your brother Payne when he held my arm in your office. I saw your face, Christian. You were seconds away from killing him. Tell me I’m wrong.”

“You’re not, but you are wrong about one thing,” I said, placing my glass on the small table before getting to my feet.

“What’s that?” she replied, swallowing the rest of her drink before she slowly stood.

Walking over to her, I grabbed her face and whispered, “I’m not afraid anymore.”

“Thank God,” she muttered as my mouth claimed hers in a fiery display of lust.

Enveloped by her seductive charm, she skillfully captivated me in her intricate web, leaving me yearning only for the intoxicating taste of her. At first glance, her alluring eyes and mischievous smile completely captured my attention. A single look from her had the ability to make me feel like I could disappear. The time we spent together did not lessen the hold she had over me in any way. From the very first moment we met, she captivated me with her soft words, all-knowing eyes, and gentle touch, filling a void I never knew existed. I felt powerless when I indulged in my own desires, sinking further into the allure of her tempting cravings.

Any illusion of control I had was quickly shattered. Because the second she pressed me up against the wall, she deepened the kiss. My head spun and I gasped for air as she took what she wanted. The irresistible allure of her presence overwhelmed me,while the essence of her being seeped into the depths of my soul, filling me with the intoxicating aroma of her deepest desires.

She pressed herself against my chest, while my hands instinctively moved down her body until they reached and gently cupped her soft, yet firm, ass. In a swift movement, I lifted her up without a second thought, her legs encircling my waist as I turned around, trapping her against the wall.

Lost within the taste of her captivating seduction, I leisurely ground my jean covered cock against her pelvis, as my lips trailed away from hers, down to her neck.

My God, she smelled divine and tasted even better.

I let out a groan as her arms tightened around me, her nails leaving a burning trail of desire along my back. The sting I felt only intensified my burning craving for more of her. Desperate to feel all of her, I leaned up, grabbed my shirt and ripped it apart, exposing the fact that she was completely bare of any undergarments.

My eyes instantly darted to hers as she slyly smiled.

Growling, I grabbed her face tightly while I shoved my tongue into the deep recesses of her soul, claiming her for all time.

She was fucking mine.

All of her.

Forever.

Holding her tight, I walked her into the dining room. While I held her firm with one hand, my other reached out and swiftly yanked the tablecloth off the table, causing the centerpiece to crash loudly onto the floor. Setting her bare ass on the cold surface, I leaned over her, giving her no choice but to lay down. My tongue licked down between her breasts, causing her to whimper.

I ripped open my shirt, swiftly removing it and tossing it onto the floor. Taking hold of a chair, I spun it around before sittingat the head of the table. Watching intently, she tracked my every move. I gave her a smirk, then swiftly drew her towards me by seizing her hips, my head finding its place between her open thighs.

She gasped, her arms reaching for the sides of the table.

She wasn’t the only one who knew how to seduce. I may lack the same level of seduction as she, but there was one skill that I mastered through years of dedication and practice.

The ability to make women scream. And if she tasted half as good as her kisses did, then I was in for a treat, because I loved my women sweet, with a hint of sass. With a firm grip on her hips, I flattened my tongue and licked her moist pussy in its entirety.

Her soft moan and tranquil body told me all I needed to know. And when she released the table, propping herself up on her elbows to watch me, I looked up as she winked playfully. “Show me what you’ve got, and I’ll show you mine.”

Growling, I moved closer to her, holding her tightly as I accepted her challenge. If it was the last thing I ever did, she would be screaming my name, clawing at me, begging me to release her before the night ended.

If she wanted to see what I could do, then it was game on.

“Let’s play, baby,” I said, shoving my middle finger deep into her wet, slippery pussy, and watching as her head fell back and she moaned. Pumping my finger in and out, I reached up with my other hand to caress one of her breasts. Pinching her nipple between my fingers, I curled my finger deep inside her cunt, slowly twirling my finger inside her.

I smirked as she slowly laid back down. I leaned forward and lightly licked her clit.

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