Page 34 of Dirty Little Sins

"You're a dick," she hissed. "Besides, what's the point? You’re smart enough to put two and two together."

"Tell me!" I knew the harsh tone of my voice had put fear in her heart, but I couldn't see past the red haze of anger. I could only deal with one emotion at a time right now and I needed to hear her say it.

"Oh my fucking God. I paid it. I pressed the buy now button and ended the stupid fucking auction. Are you happy now?"

"How much?"

"It doesn't matter. What choice did I have?" There were tears forming at the corners of her eyes and yet I couldn't let it go. The anger over this whole thing had nowhere else to go.

"How much?" I didn't care if the words were growled instead of spoken. I expected an answer and neither of us were going anywhere until I got it.

A lone silent tear spilled onto her cheek as our stare down continued. My resolve didn't waver, but I did feel a moment of something. The spark of need to take care of my woman had ignited and was now threatening to engulf me if I so much as let it in beyond an inch.

Finally, she spoke. "1.1 million dollars. Every cent and asset I had to my name after years of blood, sweat and tears." The words were accompanied by more tears and I wanted to tell her how beautiful they were. I'd forced them from her, but they were mine.

Only I still had the rage roiling inside me and it was dangerous. Too dangerous to comfort her, that's for sure. Which only left one thing.

"Take off your clothes."

She blinked a moment before her eyes widened, the latest track of tears still freshly painted on her cheeks. "Excuse me?" Her voice broke, not nearly as outraged as expected.

"You can take them off or I'll rip them off of you. Your choice."

She stood taller for a moment and even tapped her foot. "How dare you. What the hell is wrong with you anyways? You drag me out here under the guise of us working together, then you demand my secrets in the most painful way possible, only to expect me to then have sex with you? Are you completely out of your mind?"

I was and there was no point in denying it, but I also doubted that she even realized what she'd done of her own free will. Her voice and outrage had risen while at the same time she'd done exactly what I'd asked. Her pants and shirt were lying in a heap on my living room floor and she stood in front of me totally naked except for a small scrap of white lace panties.

She'd forgone a bra and her perky little tits were rising and falling with each angry word out of her mouth. All I wanted was to put my mouth on them and torture her mercilessly until she begged me to let her come.

That single minded thought had me moving forward to cup one in my hand. "If I'm out of my mind, then what does that make you? You just blindly obeyed a madman."

The reward of her sharp intake of breath was a gift from the heavens. Not quite as good as her screams, but delicious none the less. And when she didn't immediately protest I continued.

"Wet too I'll bet. Now put your hands on the back of the couch and spread your legs for me."

She didn't immediately move so I tapped my foot against her ankle and pushed my knee between my legs.

I also swiped my fingers across her cheek through the path of tears still silently falling. "It's okay to cry. I want your tears. Tonight they're mine."

"We have no business doing this."

"Maybe not. But it's happening." I shoved my hand between her legs and rubbed against the thin silk barrier between me and her cunt. "Unless you tell me to stop..."

Chapter Fourteen

ZIA

I sucked in air because my lungs were screaming at me to breathe. What the hell was I doing? I didn't know what I exactly expected to happen by coming here tonight, but this wasn't it.

With tears still streaming down my face and intermittent sobs making it difficult to catch my breath, Vincent was biting at my pussy through my panties. My heart hammered as the blood roared in my ears.

Despite everything, I'd drenched my panties and he'd made sure I couldn't hide it. And yet I still stood here allowing this to happen. No, not just allowing. I wanted it. Felt like I'd die right now if he stopped. And he knew it.

From the moment we'd met he'd managed to get to the heart of what I really wanted despite my denial. And I wanted this—him—taking what he needed, knowing I needed more in return. Tears and all.

But the pain of consequences still lingered and I didn't yet know how to reconcile all of this. "Vincent, we—"

"We're done talking," he growled. He yanked my panties to the side and pushed his fingers between my seam.

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