Page 23 of Dirty Little Sins

I was going to give in and we both knew it. Desperation had taken over the minute his skin hit mine. "Do it, Vincent. Fuck me hard. Fast. Rough. Please."

He groaned and pushed in a fraction. "Please?"

I turned and pressed my face into my arm, suppressing the smile that I couldn't hide. Submission was a tricky thing, with little nuances that seemed to make all the difference. "Please, Sir."

Without another word he pushed in more and I was reminded how big he really was. It's not just the muscles of his arms that are huge. He was extra-largeeverywhere.He may have been made to fight and excel in a ring, but he'd also been designed to fuck a woman to the brink of madness.

When he finally sank balls deep, my breathing had turned erratic and labored. "Vincent. God. I can't—"

His dark chuckle returned as the wave of my first orgasm slammed into me, unleashing the beast of a man behind me. The following strokes were alternately short and deep, rough and slow. With each one hitting all the spots that made me want to come forever.

My instinct to move and thrash against him was only tempered by the fact that he had me pinned down. Not only by the hand tangled tightly in my hair, but with the addition of his hand pressed hard against the small of my back. I was one hundred percent at his mercy and it suddenly felt like a glorious place to be.

I submitted and he took control. I was his to take. His to own. His to fuck however he pleased.

And I loved it.

Before the aftershocks of my first orgasm had completely subsided, I felt another building. My hold on reality was quickly fading. I knew soon I'd be nothing more than a writhing mass of chaotic pleasure. Thrust after thrust he pounded into me and my incoherent words have evolved into constant moans.

Please don't stop.

I was unable to speak the words, but I prayed he’d get the message anyways. He might have said something to me, but I could make out nothing over the sound of the blood rushing in my ears as the world shook around me. I shattered into a million pieces and could only hope that when this was all over he'd pick me up and put me back together again.

I was lost. So far gone. Until the sound of his roar of ecstasy thundered through my mind, igniting the last piece of me that still hovered on the edge. My hair was suddenly released and my head tipped forward as he grabbed my hips with both hands and shoved into me one last time. Hard. Unyielding. Deeper than before.

He draped his big body around mine and blocked everything else out. In this moment he'd obliterated all of my fears and doubts and instead filled me with—hope. Tears burned behind my eyes and I prayed I'd be able to keep them there. The emotions he'd unleashed were pulling me under.

I needed to be with this man.

It's an undeniable truth that may shatter us both...

Chapter Ten

ZIA

Four insane days had passed since Vincent had turned my world upside down—again.

All without a word or sighting from the bastard.

Not that I had spent every waking moment waiting to hear from him. At least that's what I tried to tell myself. Truth be told, I'd been thinking about him far more than I should have.

The restaurant prep had run me and my staff ragged the whole week, stretching my already frayed nerves and still thoughts of Vincent had managed to pop into my mind when I least expected them to. So much for his aggressive insistence on resuming our sexual relationship.

Guess I wasn't that important to him after all.

I was happy about that thought I assured myself. I didn't want to do this again with him in the first place. The emotions that had roared to the surface to threaten my sanity were not real. They were orgasm induced, plain and simple.

This was the same old argument I'd given myself day in and day out since the night of his party. As much as I hated the repeated thoughts, it really was for the best.

Yet, my mind continued to wander back to the memory of his lips on my skin or the sting of his palm against my ass. Or that final moment of combined ecstasy that had shattered everything. I bit my lip to throttle the sudden whimper forming in my throat.

I didn't want him back in my life.I didn't.

I not only had no extra time for anything more than what was already on my plate, I couldn't take the risk. Not that I didn't already worry almost constantly that the other shoe would drop at any moment. That those photos would appear online or worse, on the television with no warning.

They were just the kind of thing someone like TMZ would go nuts for.

A groan rumbled in my throat a moment before I blew out a hard breath.

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