Page 22 of Dirty Little Sins

"Why are your legs already shaking, my little chef? I thought you didn't want this?"

His mocking tone set my core on fire. Oh, God.

"I lied."

Another deep rumble vibrated from his chest through my back, making my nipples harden to impossible points. I looked down to see what he'd done and found my hands palms flat on the countertop in front of me just as he'd ordered.

What the hell?

I didn't remember moving at all.

Another gasp slipped from between my clenched lips as his fingertip glided over the thin swath of silk covering my pussy lips.

"Fuck, you're dying for this. I can feel your heat trying to burn my fingers right through your panties."

My stomach quivered as I tried not to squirm against him. He wasn’t lying. He had me figured out and I couldn't deny it.

"Deep down you are a dirty little wild thing aching for everything I have to give. A trait I love, by the way." He rubbed a little harder between my legs. "With me you can be that and more. Freedom to be the woman you want is here. All you have to do is ask."

"This is beyond crazy."

"Maybe," he said as my panties were yanked down and he plunged one finger inside me. "But it's what you want."

My keening moan filled the room as the synapses in my brain fired and misfired to keep up with the sensations rocketing through me. I could already feel that I was going to quickly lose my mind. Or at the very least my control.

I did want this. All of it.

"Louder. Don't try to hold it in. You're mine now and I always take care of what's mine."

The slow, leisurely strokes were maddening as he finger fucked me to the edge. I knew he wanted me to beg and I didn’t know if I could resist it for long. I was already there, dying, needing so much more.

My fingers tightened around the opposite edge of the counter as I pulled myself taught across the cool, hard granite. I even stood on my tippy toes so that I could give him a better angle to hit just the right spot...

Thwack! The sharp crack against my backside mades me yelp, but I was immediately rewarded with a second finger pushed inside me.

Between the heated burn of my ass and the pleasurable stretch of accommodating two fingers, I was seriously losing my mind. But I knew from experience this was nothing compared to his cock and I can't be satisfied with anything less.

Screw resistance. I needed him. Now.

"Vincent, please," I begged, just as he wanted. "I need your cock. Please. Please. Please—"

His fingers twitched at the back of my skull, sliding into my thick mass of hair where he grabbed a handful and pulled. "Is that really the proper way to beg for what you want? I think you know better than that."

"I want it all." I was so ready for it I was about to scream.

A few moments later I hear the crinkle of foil I assume is a condom. Yes! No more waiting.

But my head was pulled back harder and that painful tingle along my scalp returned. "Don't be shy. I know what you want, but you are still going to say it or that ache inside you for me to fill with my cock is going to remain."

His voice was low with a dark timbre that bordered on mean. The man that put me on my knees in Italy and made me admit my darkest desires and then fulfilled them had returned. This man I couldn't resist no matter how hard I tried.

If I was soaked before, I was probably dripping wet now. Fuck. I groaned. This man.

As if he sensed both my need and my hesitance, I was nudged by his thick, solid length at my entrance.

"Say it, Zia. Either you get what you want, baby or I'm going to jerk myself and come on these sweet lips without ever touching you."

My muscles clenched, my body's objection evident. Surely I would die if he didn't touch me.

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