Page 35 of Dirty Big Sins

“Yes, please.” I didn’t have to think twice. I was dying for him.

He groaned, a noise as needy and desperate as any of mine. My stomach fluttered furiously as he reminded me that it wasn’t just me caught up in this spell. We were both in this together.

He withdrew his finger and pulled me from the bathroom counter.

“Turn and face the mirror so you can watch. And brace your arms on the counter. This is going to get rough.”

I did as I was told and added a little arch in my back until my backside perched at the perfect level. He wasted no time yanking down my panties and removing them.

I held my breath, waiting for what came next, but the sly smile on his face reflected in the mirror warned me to expect the unexpected and it was not wrong. He slapped my bare ass hard, making me yelp at the loud crack of his palm against my bare flesh. The stunning pain both pleasurable and a little cruel.

“You should have come to me, Zia. This is my responsibility. I need you to not just hear the words, but to learn the lesson this time.”

I jolted at his words, but I didn’t feel the urge to disagree. His possessive behavior was getting the exact opposite reaction from me than I expected. I liked it. It made me feel special. And fucking sue me, I wanted more.

He rained down six more hard slaps that left me gasping for air and near tears. The view in the mirror blurred and I realized I was way past that. As the wetness tracked down my cheeks, I realized they’d broken free.

A feeble protest lingered on my lips, but the hand rubbing against my tender flesh eased the sting and turned it into something far more powerful.

“You need me to stop?”

“No!” I couldn’t hide the alarm in my voice. But if he stopped now, I knew I wouldn’t make it through the day.

I heard his harsh curse a moment before his hand came down sharp on my ass again. And again. And again. Between the jolts of pain and the bursts of pleasure, I was ready to crawl out of my skin. I didn’t know what to say because my head was already spinning in an abyss of ecstasy.

With him I felt everything. Sensual. Cherished. Exposed.

I peripherally knew he was moving behind me, but I wasn’t sure exactly what was happening until I felt the steely length of his cock rubbing along my wet flesh. I pushed against him, but didn’t get very far before I realized he’d used one hand against my back to pin me to the counter.

That was the moment he chose to push inside me in one deep thrust. “Fuck,” he cried out. “You are so goddamned perfect.”

I loved hearing that, but I didn’t get much time to think about it. He withdrew and slammed inside me again. This time so hard it did steal my breath. It was hard. A little painful. And so fucking good. He didn’t stop or relent and I reveled in the depths he took it as he practically fucked me into the counter. The rougher he got, the wetter I got. Something I might have been ashamed of if I wasn’t drowning in pleasure.

“Please, Vincent.” My plea for more was met with sharper digs of his cock and an iron-tight grip of his hands on my hips as the pace between us grew frantic.

“If you beg, I’m gonna fucking blow. But, baby, Ineedyou to beg.”

Oh God. Knowing he was as lost in this as me was the sweetest fucking thing. If this was how he reacted to my pleas, I’d beg until my voice gave out. He was in control, but in a way, so was I.

“Please don’t stop. Give me more. Harder, Vincent. Pleaaaasssseeee!”

His curses were guttural and not completely formed as he pounded into me. My own thought process obliterated as each thrust sent me spinning out of control. I was completely and utterly lost to the soul splitting pleasure rocketing through me.

“Yes. Yes. Now. More. Yes!”

“Fuuucccck!” With one last jolting thrust, he buried himself impossibly deep while his hips convulsed against me, finally losing himself to the same ecstasy flooding through me. We both rode through the aftershocks for long moments until they finally slowed and then stopped.

I turned my head and pressed my cheek into the countertop, where I’d completely collapsed. With my body limp and wasted, I couldn’t possibly move until I took some time to recover. I wasn’t sure how long we stayed like that, but eventually Vincent stirred and my eyes fluttered open.

He picked me up and carried me into the bedroom and I was about as useful in that process as a wet noodle. I couldn’t speak. Or focus. And barely see.

“How’s that toy of yours looking now?” he whispered at my ear as he climbed into the bed with me and curled around me.

My brain tried to think of a response, but it did nothing more than fire and misfire. A low chuckle tickled the shell of my ear. “Close your eyes and rest, my sexy girl. You’ll need it for round two.”

Chapter Sixteen

ZIA

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