Page 22 of Reckless Sinner

I moaned, helpless as he rubbed his fingers against my clit. He felt sogood, everything felt so amazing, I couldn’t resist—couldn’t evenmove, pinned down and only able to sob with pleasure as he wrung a second orgasm out of me. I swore I saw stars. I felt like all of my bones had melted.

“Yes.Yes. Good girl.” Dante praised me and a new warmth that had nothing to do with my orgasm spread through me. Yes, I wasgood.

Dante sped up, rough and hard just like I had imagined, and all I could do was take it—take his cock and his fucking, the little lamb devoured inch by inch by the ravenous wolf. My body hummed with overstimulation, and I squirmed, whether to get closer or away I didn’t know.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Dante growled. Without warning he yanked me up by my throat, tilting my head back so he could lick into my mouth.

I moaned around his tongue. I was utterly helpless, trapped between his tight hands. It was so much,toomuch, I was on a razor’s edge, but I never wanted it to stop. I never wanted him to stop.

“Can you give me one more?” Dante panted.

His hands moved to my hips, practically shoving me up and down onto his cock, and I cried out as pleasure was punched into me,throughme, like I was riding a shooting star.

“I—I d-don’t know, Dante, I don’t know…” I moaned as he fucked me faster, overwhelming me. I felt like I might actually combust with pleasure and sensation.

“Yes, you can.” Nobody had ever said I could when I felt like I couldn’t. “You’re going to come one more time, just on my cock, just like this.”

I whimpered and writhed, but his hands were firm, holding me in place. His other hand came up again and squeezed around my throat, harder and tighter than any of the other times before. Heat shot through me and when he released me I sobbed with sensation. I couldn’t take it, it was too much, he was fucking me relentlessly like a machine, and I had the feeling he would keep fucking me just as hard and just as fast until I came. Until I gave him what he demanded.

That thought was what sent me over the edge.

My orgasm was ripped out of me and I sobbed, tears sliding free at the force of it. It was sogoodbut somuch. I’d never had an orgasm like this before, torn from me, so much pleasure it was razor sharp.

Dante shuddered and thrust into me a final time, going stiff as he came. I found myself wishing he hadn’t used a condom so that I could feel him marking me up, feel it slide down my legs, another way for me to be filthy and for him to claim me.

He was careful not to put too much weight on me, but he did keep pressing me down into the mattress. It was grounding, soothing. It helped me stop feeling like I was going to fly away from the intense sensations still buffering through my body.

After we caught our breath, Dante rolled to the side and tugged me to him, his hand tilting my chin up so he could look at my face. I could see the concern in his gaze, like he was checking to make sure I wasn’t regretful or freaking out.

As if I could possibly regret the hottest sex I’d ever had.

Then he kissed me—and this time, although it was soft and sweet, it wasn’t because of him holding back.

It was because he was satisfied.

CHAPTER11

Dante

Ididn’t know whether my elation or my fear would win out.

I grabbed a warm washcloth and used it to clean us up, throwing away the condom and turning on the lamp on my bedside table so I wouldn’t miss anything. There was a tightness in my chest, like I couldn’t let myself breathe properly or I’d fall apart—but there was a part of me thatwantedto fall apart, to revel in the way that I had let go and given into my need for control and domination.

Delaney watched me with hooded eyes as I took care of everything. She looked exhausted, but not in a bad way. She’d wanted this, and I could take comfort in that. But how satisfied I felt scared me. I had spent my whole life denying that there was anything in me except the white knight I presented to the world, and now I had given in to that darkness. It was a door I couldn’t close again. I didn’t know if I wanted to close it. And that scared me.

Delaney grabbed my wrist. “C’mere,” she murmured, her words a bit slurred.

I allowed her to tug me back in. I had just put her through the wringer, I wasn’t going to deny her anything now.

Delaney curled into me and I held her instinctively. She was such a tiny, fragile thing, and yet so painfully alive with her warm soft skin and her deep breaths. Her pulse fluttered in her throat—the throat that I’d had my hand around just a few minutes ago. I’dreveledin the power I’d felt in those moments. And in her trust. God, she’d trusted me so much. And she’d liked my power over her.

What the fuck was I supposed to do with this?

I stroked Delaney’s hair and she sighed against me like a contented cat. I almost demanded if she’d ever had other lovers who held her after sex, if they treated her well, or if this was the first time. She seemed to desperately need the skin-to-skin contact, and after what I’d just put her through with the rough sex I couldn’t possibly deny her whatever she wanted.

I stared up at the ceiling and wondered what I’d gotten myself into. What I’d unlocked inside of myself.

We were quiet together for a time. Delaney seemed to need the space to come back to herself. Eventually, Delaney spoke. “I can hear your thoughts racing.”

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