Page 36 of Dirty Little Sins

I stopped fighting and grabbed onto the sofa cushions, forcing the rest of my body to relax. In the span of seconds it took me to settle back into place, Vincent returned his mouth to me and suckled at the bundle of nerves already primed and ready for him.

It wasn't as hard to concentrate on him as I'd thought. Not with his dark gaze still drilling into me, silently ordering me to give him exactly what he wanted. It also didn't hurt that he played me expertly with both fingers and tongue as if he'd been waiting for this moment his whole life.

The roughness returned and despite the panic that someone would walk in any moment, I rode him as ruthlessly as he thrust into me.

"Yes. Yes," I cried as the pressure built recklessly high.

"Come," he growled just as the doorbell rang on the other side of the house. At that point I was too far gone to care. I was literally coming apart at the seams.

The suddenness of my orgasm shooting through me made all the air leave my body as the room darkened to little pinpricks of light and complete silence. Every muscle in my body clenched as I tried to knife forward only to be held in place by Vincent's fierce and bruising grip.

I had to have made some kind of sound, but I heard nothing, saw nothing beyond the immense fathomless depth of pleasure that felt more like a free fall into space.

If not for the hard kisses to my chest and neck, I might have passed out. But when his lips finally met mine, and his tongue slipped past my mouth, my body responded the only way it could and I kissed him back in between gasping breaths. His fingers still worked me as I rode out the tremors and the aftershocks that left me shaking.

It wasn't clear how much time had passed, but before I could fathom what was happening, Vincent had my panties and skirt back into place while he continued to press tender kisses along my jawline.

"You taste particularly sweet when you're angry. I'm going to remember that."

I couldn't have come up with a retort at that point if I tried. Although I did clearly remember my tears and what had caused them. This crazy, insane beautiful man may have given me one of the best orgasms of my life, but that didn't mean I'd forgotten the humiliation he'd forced out of me first.

"Vincent," I started, my tone as sharp as I could get it all things considered.

He pulled back and stared down at me. "We don't have time to do this now. Our guest will be making an appearance in about thirty seconds."

My head whipped around to search the house. Oh my God. I'd forgotten. The voice on the intercom. The security gate. The doorbell.

Flight or fight endorphins rushed through me. "I've got to—"

"Calm down. There is a guest suite right through those doors at the end of the hall. Take all the time you need to pull yourself together and then join us."

I frantically turned my head from the hallway to Vincent, my mind unable to focus on a decision. "But who?"

"Take a breath. There's no need to panic." As if he was trying to focus me or something, Vincent pinched my thigh hard enough to make me squeal.

"Oww. What the fuck?!"

His dark chuckle returned and I wanted to slap or pinch him right back.

"Go. Pull yourself together. My guest won't be here long and you'll want to talk to him before he leaves."

The need to argue and demand answers pushed at me hard, but the approach of footsteps and low voices propelled me into action instead. I could imagine what a mess I was.

Unwilling to face whatever or whomever in this state, I fled through the doorway Vincent had pointed out and down the hallway without another word. True to his word there was another door at the end and when I slipped inside I found a ginormous bedroom. The cavernous space could have filled half my New York apartment. Well, former apartment. But still... if this was the guest suite, I so wasn't ready for the master bedroom.

There were two doors on the opposite wall and I figured one of them had to lead to a bathroom. I tried one and smiled that I'd found it on the first try.

Of course what I saw in the mirror only confirmed what I'd thought. With my hair a tangled mess and the red flush of my face it was more than obvious what we'd been up to.

Although as I peered closer, I had to admit I kind of liked the look. Apparently, mind blowing orgasms were good for my skin. I grabbed a hand towel and ran it under some warm water before I pressed it to my flushed face and neck. A slight smile tipped at the corner of my lips that I couldn't contain.

Then reality set in. I was currently at Vincent's home. The home of a very rich person from what I'd seen thus far. I hadn't really thought about it, but champion boxers must make a ton of money. There was a lot of public talk about how much ball players made, but I didn't hear much about boxers. And here I was on the verge of bankruptcy and homelessness. If this restaurant didn't work out, I'd have nothing left to fall back on.

And now he knew.

A fresh flush of red crawled up my skin, but this time it wasn't a flattering shade of euphoria. Humiliation never looked good on anyone. Especially not me.

I tossed the towel on the counter and fished my fingers through my hair until I got my hair enough under control to be presentable. I swiped at my clothing and smoothed some of the wrinkles as best I could. This process would have been a lot easier if I'd thought to grab my purse...

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