Page 39 of Reckless Sinner

Fuck, she was gorgeous like this. She was gorgeous in general, every day, all the time, but in this moment…with her blonde hair like silk around her head, her face flushed, her eyes hazed over with lust, and her lips parted as she gasped for breath . . .

There was no way I was going to last too long like this. I was greedy,greedy, I wanted to chase my orgasm and stain her and mark her up and—fuck.

I came hard inside of her, harder than I’d ever come before. I felt like I was flying, freeing something inside of myself, cutting myselfloose. I felt like I went deaf for a second, everything silent, just feeling the pleasure—and then it was white noise, a thousand hornets buzzing in my ears, and I pulled out, gasping.

Delaney whimpered and I rubbed at her clit with my thumb. “Did you come, darling?” It was a little hard to tell if I’d managed to get her to orgasm while I’d also been coming.

She nodded. Her thighs, her stomach, her sweet pussy were all stained with me. Fucking hell. I wanted to get hard and fuck her all over again and make her even more of a mess. Maybe mark up her face and throat and breasts.

Mmm. Next time. As much as she wanted to be pushed, taken, I wasn’t going to make her go too far. That was my job, after all—I was in charge. That didn’t just mean getting to do whatever I wanted. It meant that I was responsible for taking care of her.

But I was sure she hadonemore orgasm in her.

I released her wrists, and Delaney was so out of it she just left her hands sitting there limply above her head on the pillows. I wrapped my hand around her throat and squeezed lightly as I rubbed steadily at her clit with the thumb of my other hand.

Delaney let out a noise that I couldn’t even describe. If I was ten years younger, I’d be hard all over again just from hearing that whine-scream that she let out. She sounded completely helpless, and I felt like I was breathing fire.

“You’re gonna come for me,” I growled. “One more time.”

“I—I can’t, I can’t, I can’t—” Delaney’s words were slurred, her big brown eyes glazed over.

“Yes, you can,” I ordered. “Because I said so.”

Delaney writhed under my thumb and I squeezed her throat tightly—and that was what did it. She came all over my fingers and I smirked with delight. Yeah, she loved the choking. She loved me rough. It was thrilling, and satisfying, like nothing else I’d ever experienced.

“What a good girl,” I cooed. I felt like I could take on the entire world right now, like this. “You needed a nice hard fucking, didn’t you?”

It was a pity that I would worry too much about actually hurting her, otherwise I might want to hold hard enough onto her neck to bruise her with marks from my fingers. It would look beautiful, fantastic. But that strayed away from the safe and sane and into ‘crazy bad sex stories you hear through gossip’ territory so… no.

But maybe a collar…

But that was getting ahead of myself. I stroked Delaney’s sides, making soothing noises. She whimpered, but had such a look of satisfaction on her face, I almost wanted to take a picture.

“C’mere.” I scooped her up into my arms. She was dead weight, curling into me, her head on my shoulder. “Such a good girl. Gonna be even rougher with you next time. I’ve got so many ideas for you…”

Delaney hummed happily and nuzzled into my neck. God she was so adorable like this. It was delightful beyond words.

My heart thundered in my chest.I have to keep her.

She was just—she was perfectly imperfect. I couldn’t let her go. I had to keep her. No matter what it took.

Instead of just turning on the shower, I actually turned on the water in the huge cast-iron tub that was by the window, offering a beautiful view of the city. I usually just used the big glass-walled stall shower for cleaning. Honestly? I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d used this tub. Had I ever?

Tubs, baths, were for soaking at the end of the day, relaxing, enjoying yourself and your time. I rarely had that. I had cases and files and court appearances and all the rest.

Delaney deserved some relaxing, though. And… frankly, so did I. I was possibly about to officially sell my soul to my father, and who knew what the hell was going on with Alan Weston. I needed some down time, in the warm water with my girl.

Once the water was high enough, I helped Delaney in, then joined her. Delaney sank right into me, her head back on my shoulder.

“That was… so good,” she murmured. Her voice was less slurred now. “Thank you.”

“I enjoyed it too,” I pointed out. “Not sure if you noticed.”

She giggled softly.

I grabbed the shampoo. “C’mere. Time to let me be soft with you.”

“I can’t argue with that.”

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