Page 91 of Sinner's Fury

He seethed. “You lied to me.”

Confused, I asked, “How did I lie?”

“You are not helpless. You never were. I heard your conversation with Romano. The cool inflection of your tone. You were toying with him. You weren’t scared of him at all, were you?”

“No, I wasn’t.”

“And that shit with Aurelio? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I honestly thought you knew.”

“Fuck!” he roared, raking his hands through his hair. “Don’t you get it, Charlotte? I thought you needed me. I thought you were some innocent caught in the middle of this war. But you don’t need me. You never did.”

“Is that all you see when you look at me? Some fragile damsel that needs you to protect her?”

“That’s not what I meant, and you fucking know it.”

“Then tell me, Christian, because you are making no sense.”

Sighing, he groaned, looking at the ceiling of the elevator, and said, “I lost Davina because she wouldn’t let me help her. She was so fucking damn independent. The only time she let her guard down was when she was with me. Even then, it was hit or miss. All I wanted was to give her the life she deserved, but she wouldn’t let me. In the end, her stubbornness got her killed. I can’t go through that again.”

“I’m not Davina, Christian. I never will be.”

“I know that!” he shouted. “When I met you, I stupidly thought you needed me.”

“I do need you.”

“Bullshit,” he sneered. “Don’t lie.”

“I’m not lying. I told you I wasn’t like other women. I’ve been nothing but transparent with you. I was raised to be one thing, but that’s not who I am. I make a conscious choice every day to be who I want to be. Not what everyone expects. You don’t have the right to get mad at me when I’m faced with a dangerous situation and I revert to my training. It’s what I know. I will do anything to survive this war and get back to Drew. I do need you, Christian, I desperately want you in my life, but I won’t let anyone, not even you, tell me how to handle myself when I’m faced with death. I’ve spent my whole life struggling, fighting who Mother trained me to be, and I’m fucking tired of it. I didn’t ask for Romano to sneak into your mother’s house. I didn’t ask him to threaten you or me. I was only trying to protect you.”

Stepping toward me, he grabbed my shoulders tightly and snarled. “I don’t need you to protect me.”

“Then what do you need, Christian, because I’m trying here.”

“I need you to trust me.”

Looking up at him, I whispered, “I do trust you, Christian. I love you.”

His growl, sharp and menacing, preceded a dizzying spin that ended with my back slamming against the wall, the impactjarring my teeth. With a firm grip on my waist, he lifted me up, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around him, feeling the heat of his hard cock through my jeans while he kissed and nipped at my neck.

There was no slow burn, no gradual escalation, just a raw, primal need for connection that appeared out of nowhere.

Feeling a surge of unexpected urgency, I quickly slipped my hand into his pants and tightly gripped his penis. He let out a groan as he thrust his hips, guiding my hand along his shaft, while he tugged down my shirt and firmly grasped my breasts, squeezing them tightly before nibbling on one of my nipples.

Needing more, I slowly unfurled my legs, feeling the satisfying pressure of my feet on the solid floor. Lightly pushing him back, I kneeled before his hard cock. I swiftly removed his pants, pulling them down to reveal his thick cock, and without hesitation, I took the bulbous head into my mouth.

“FUCK!” he exclaimed loudly, leaning in and placing his hands on the wall behind me to steady himself while I pleasured him with my mouth, using a combination of sucking, licking, and slurping to take him deeper with every movement, eventually swallowing him completely. As soon as the head of his cock grazed the back of my throat, Christian let out a deep growl and firmly gripped my head, keeping me still. His low groan of pleasure brought a smile to my face as I began using my tongue to caress and wet his cock, prompting him to thrust more vigorously into my mouth as I savored the sensation of his rigid dick sliding between my lips. He paused for a split second, pulling back a little, but I reached around and grabbed his ass, sucking his cock back into my mouth, letting him know that I didn’t want him to stop.

Encouraged by my bold actions, he pushed forward once more, pausing only when my lips met his pelvis, and I let out a pleasurable moan while I deep throated him. Savoring thesensation of his taut rear in my grasp, I roughly dug my nails into his skin. I heard a low moan from him when he began to roll his hips, fucking my throat while he maintained a strong hold on my head.

“Do you want my cum, baby?” he growled, never missing a stroke.

I nodded the best I could and moaned around his cock, holding him tight, giving him no option but to give me what I wanted.

“Thank fuck,” he snarled as his hands tightened on my head, fucking my throat with ease until he roared out and unloaded his hot salty cum down my throat.

Swallowing every drop, he didn’t stop fucking my face, even though I was now gagging. He was relentless in his own pleasure, eventually slipping his still-hard cock from my mouth. Grabbing my shoulders he hauled me up, then unceremoniously removed my jeans before turning me toward the wall.

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