Page 20 of Reckless Sinner

“Fuckme,” Delaney whispered.

“How?” I slid my hand up to her breast, squeezing it lightly through her dress. Fuck, it fit perfectly into the palm of my hand. “Slow and gentle…”

“Hard. R-rough.” Delaney put more of her weight on me. I wasn’t even sure she realized she was doing it.

I nosed behind her ear. “You ever been fucked like that?”

“N-no. But I thought about it. About you. I’d touch myself—thinking about you fucking me as hard as you wanted, until the bed shook—about your hand around my throat…”

Oh, that was kinkier than I’d expected from this sweet little creature. Delaney really did have some hidden depths to her.

I moved my hand up around her throat, just lightly trailing my fingertips up and down against the skin there. “Fantasy and reality can be two very different things,” I murmured. “Are you sure about this?”

Delaney nodded. “Yes.”

I wanted to just let go. I wanted to give in, for the first time, to my own needs. Because the idea of pinning her down and fucking her roughly, my hand around that lovely throat—that had me so hard I felt momentarily blinded with how much I wanted it. But I had spent my entire life ignoring that part of myself.

It was hard to give in now.

With a groan, I tilted Delaney’s head back and up towards mine and sealed my mouth over hers. Delaney melted against me, my arm around her waist the only thing keeping her upright. She was plaint but eager, definitely participatory.

Experimentally, I tightened my hand the barest bit around her throat. Delaney shivered and made a small, desperate noise of arousal, pressing further into me.

“Yes,” she whispered.

Fuck.Fuck. How was I supposed to hold back after that?

I kept my hand resting lightly on her throat, like a reminder, and moved my other hand down from her waist to between her legs, beneath the hem of her dress. Delaney whimpered as I rubbed against her panties. She was so fuckingwet.

“You really need this,” I murmured, overwhelmed. “Don’t you darling?”

Delaney shivered again. I felt a sharp, sweet hunger inside of me, a hunger to rise up andtake.

“Yes,” Delaney whispered. “God, Dante, you have no idea…”

I had some idea. I needed this too.

I pushed down her panties, exposing her sweet, wet folds to my fingers as I dragged the pads through her pussy, exploring her. Delaney whimpered and I felt her throat bob against the palm of my hand. It was a feeling that shot straight to my cock.

“D-don’t tease,” Delaney demanded, her words somewhat softened by the tremble in her voice. “Please, Dante, please…”

I tightened my grip on her throat and slid two fingers into her, my thumb rubbing against her clit—and to my shock, Delaney cried out and came all over my fingers.

Jesus fuck. I wanted my cock inside hernow.

“You really like this.” I couldn’t keep the awe out of my voice.

Delaney squirmed as I lightly thrust my fingers in and out of her, her orgasm still ebbing. “Yes,yes, I want—so bad—more—”

The last of my restraint snapped.

I pulled away. “Strip,” I growled.

I’d never ordered a woman around like that before, even if sometimes the urge had come over me while in bed with a partner. I had been the epitome of conscientious.

Delaney hurried to obey me, her fingers shaking as she undid her zipper and pushed the dress off. I didn’t let myself watch, as much as I wanted to—instead I stalked past her to my bedroom and finished stripping my own clothes off.

As I expected, Delaney followed me.

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