Page 35 of Dirty Little Sins

I clamped my teeth over my bottom lip and stopped talking. I was afraid. Either that he'd stop because I couldn't shut up or that he'd ignore my protests and do what he wanted anyway.

Yes, I was going crazy. I knew that too.

I wanted to clutch at his shoulders and steady my shaking legs or maybe push him away, but the need to obey remained strong. Not to mention the tell-tale sounds of how aroused I'd become as his fingers pumped easily through the slick heat between my legs would make me a liar if I dared to deny anything.

"Jesus. I love how wet you get when we're together. Look at yourself." I followed his gaze to the juncture between us and watched wordlessly as he added another finger to my opening and shoved all of them into me. "How can you threaten to deprive either of us from this? When we so obviously fit so well together."

"Oh God," I cried, feeling overwhelmed and desperate for more at the same time. If he thought I could process any logic right now, then he was crazier than me.

He'd asked a question, but the only sound I could make were the unsolicited moans he was forcing out of me. Besides, how exactly was I supposed to argue with his brand of arrogance? When this man focused, he had a spectacular, mind bending singular track that he refused to deter from.

If that meant that right now he wanted to practice all of his dirty little sins on me,fuck that felt good, then I'd be an idiot to disagree.

I opened my mouth to say something, hell anything that made sense, when he leaned forward and sucked my clit into his mouth right through my panties.

Oh hell, the friction. My eyelids slid shut and my eyes began a slow roll of ecstasy. I was halfway to a frenzy, and a powerful orgasm when he suddenly stopped.

I cried out in protest and a dark chuckle vibrated against my skin. "Hands, Zia."

Oh shit.

My eyes jerked open to find both of my hands now clenched in his hair, trying to hold him into place.

"I appreciate your fervor, but this is my show and you are not in control." As if to emphasize his words, his free hand wrapped around the back of my ass and squeezed roughly.

I'd forgotten how hard it was to maintain my position as he dragged me to the depths of pleasure. But why? I wanted to know what difference did it make whether I held onto the couch or to him. There were so many questions I never got answered.

Honestly, though. Did it matter right this second? How important was it when I could feel the clench of my empty core silently begging him to fill me again and make me come. In my own way I was just as greedy as him and all that mattered in this moment was that he finish what he started.

If I had to give him my obedience to get it, it was an easy and willing price I'd pay. I slowly put my hands back on the couch, slipping a little as my muscles shook.

As his fingers and mouth resumed, I caught a satisfied gleam in his eye that was so filled with something dark I gasped. I was mesmerized by that look as his strokes inside me got rougher, the friction from his tongue relentless.

All of it made me crazy. All of it. But the way he looked at me—staring at me as if he could see straight into the heart of all my darkest desires as if they belonged to him—was the single most erotic thing I'd ever seen.

As the pressure built in my core, I bucked against his face so desperate I could no longer see straight. I was so close.

"Excuse me, Mr. Cabrini. Your next guest has arrived at the gates."

I stiffened at the unexpected intrusion, my hands flailing as I tried to scramble away. "What the—?"

Vincent's grip on my ass however, only tightened and it was impossible for me to move. Fear and panic rose as his fingers continued to stroke in and out of me as I fought against him.

"Be still, I'm not done. It's just the intercom."

"Vincent," I whined.

"Fight it and I'll only tie you down." He turned his head slightly to the side. "Thanks, Will. Go ahead and let them in and direct them here to the living room."

"But—but—" I gasped, still unable to string any decent words together.

"But nothing. You'll either come for me now or you'll come in front of an audience. Either way I'm not stopping until it happens."

"I—I can't."

"You can and you will. Now relax and trust me."

Those were dangerous words, but I felt them down to my gut. I may not know everything about this man, but I did know he would see this through. I also knew that whoever had arrived at his home in the middle of the night was not someone I wanted to witness this.

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