Page 14 of Tempted By Sin

“I know you want me to touch you here.” He proves his point by dragging his free hand down my chest to rest on my hip. I shiver involuntarily under his touch, but I refuse to look at him.

He hums as he slides his hand up my waist to fiddle with the top button on my shirt. “And here.”

My eyes snap open when he uses his free hand to tear my shirt open, the buttons popping free and scattering across the floor. I stare wide-eyed at him, my heart hammering as the fabric falls open, revealing my black lace bra.

He grins at the sight and lowers his hand to the curve of my breast. “Did you wear this just for me, little bird?”

“N-no,” I manage to utter through the blood rushing in my ears and the thundering of my heart slamming against my rib cage.

“I think you did. You knew I was watching you.” His fingers skim over my sensitive flesh before tugging the cup down, freeing my right breast. I gasp at the cold air hitting my taut nipple. He lifts his eyes to meet mine, a storm brewing within them. “Tell me, did you think about me when you finger-fucked yourself a few days ago, hm? I heard every little sound that came from that sweet mouth.”

My back straightens against the wall, my vision blurring. Shit. He heard me? I thought I had been quiet enough that he wouldn’t hear me from wherever he was. But it seems he was listening the entire time.

My face burns at the realization.

His large hand cups my breast as his grip around my throat tightens. I fight back a moan at his warm skin against mine, the calluses on his hand brushing against my sensitive nipple.

“It took everything in me to not come in and give you the real deal, but I enjoyed listening to your soft cries and not-so-subtle moans.” He rolls his hips forward, brushing his erection over my inflamed core, knocking the air from my lungs. “In fact, I sat on the other side of that door and got myself off to the sound of you because I couldn’t help myself.”

I gasp, meeting his gaze. “You didn’t…”

He smirks as he palms my soft skin, and I force back the moan bubbling up in my throat. “I’m not the type of man who lies to get a reaction out of someone. Every word that comes from my mouth is the truth. So, yes, I did fuck my fist while you fingered your pussy, wishing it was your mouth wrapped around my cock instead.”

I swallow hard, unable to form a coherent thought. What’s happening right now with his hand around my throat and the other squeezing my breast, and his body pressed against mine while he says such filthy words is jamming every rational thought from reaching the forefront of my mind.

I’m helpless as I stand here, back pressed against the wall and his crotch rubbing mine. I open my mouth to speak, but no sound escapes, just a puff of defeat. My body screams at me to fight back and get this man away from me, but my body doesn’t want to cooperate. If anything, it’s fighting against my brain to give into his touch, desperate to fuel the fire licking at my sides and growing in my core.

This tug-of-war battle for dominance is slowly tearing me apart, but it’s a useless fight when my body arches into his touch, not giving a fuck about what my brain wants. The man grins down at me, palming my skin harder than before.

I know this is wrong, to want a man who kidnapped me, but it’s pointless to fight against my instinct to give into my desires.

He lowers his face to meet my gaze, his head tilted to the side. “What’s it going to be, little bird?”

My body vibrates with anticipation as I arch my back, pressing my chest to his. I’m unable to speak, so I’m letting my body speak for me. It seems he gets the hint because he releases my throat and breast to grab both of my hands in one of his, slamming them against the wall above my head.

“I fucking knew you were lying.” His other hand comes up to caress my cheek before dragging his thumb over my bottom lip. “You want me to fuck you, I can see it in those pretty eyes of yours.”

Before I can utter a word, his free hand drops to the button of my jeans, popping it open with ease. His eyes stay on mine as his hand slips between my lace panties and inflamed skin. When his fingers find my soaked core, arousal ruining my underwear, he grins as his fingers drag between the folds.

All he fucking does is grin.

I throw my head back against the wall when he plunges two fingers inside, foregoing the foreplay. My hips roll forward, meeting his thrusts. Each time his thick fingers drag against my walls, bringing with it a wave of pleasure, I’m unable to stop the moans falling from my mouth.

I hate that I’m enjoying this because I know I shouldn’t, but the boat of rational thinking has long since left the dock, leaving me stranded and helpless.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, little bird,” he murmurs as he continues to pound his fingers into me, the rhythm almost punishing. “Your cunt is begging for more, and luckily for you, I’m in a giving mood right now.”

He removes his hand from me at lightning speed and releases his hold of my wrists. My heart hammers in my throat as he steps back, but only to give him space to shove my jeans down my legs. He gestures for me to step out of them.

When I’m essentially naked in front of him, save for my ruined shirt, tugged down bra, and underwear, he points to the bed. “Get on your knees for me. I want to see that ass.”

Jesus. His words are filthier than anything Liam has ever said to me, and somehow, it makes me wetter than I already am.

I exhale a soft sigh and do as instructed. My legs shake beneath me as I kneel on the bed. His presence behind me looms like an impending storm cloud ready to cause havoc. Anticipation gnaws at my side, sending jolts of electricity to my fingertips.

“I said, show me that ass, little bird.”

His hand on the back of neck forcing me forward until I’m on my hands startles a surprised gasp from my lips. With my ass in the air, he hums in admiration.

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