Page 45 of Dirty Big Sins

“Spread your legs, beautiful.”

Despite him being right in front of me and us staring at each other for a long time, the new command seemed to come out of nowhere. Not to mention darker and even more intent than he’d been from across the room. It was certainly stern, but there was another layer of heat that clogged my throat and made me almost gasp for air. The effect on my body was immediate as I slowly spread my trembling legs.

I could do nothing but obey because that’s what I wanted and making that conscious decision empowered me. It was also as natural as breathing.

Fire from his gaze licked at my bare legs as he watched my every move. That heat couldn’t have been more potent if he actually touched me. He may have taken control from the moment he stepped into the room, but it was the need on his face that incinerated what little resistance I still harbored.

While the cool air of the room brushed against my exposed sex, the heat inside me grew more intense.

“Vincent.” I breathed heavily as my pulse ratcheted higher.

“It’s okay,” he said, trailing his thumb along my jaw and neckline. “There’s nothing wrong with what you are feeling. Whether it’s fear or arousal, or both, it’s all natural. If you weren’t scared, I’d be concerned.”

At his words, goosebumps prickled at my skin and a shiver worked down my spine.

“Do you remember your safe word?” His tone was still dark and rough, but surprisingly even. It was that level of control he maintained over himself that both excited and frightened me. He seemed to apply it to all aspects of his life and it worked perfectly.

“I don’t think I’ll need one.” My words were choppy, but sincere. The deep cut of arousal had intensified and we both knew this moment would alter the course of our lives in complex ways. He wanted, no expected, complete surrender and I was going to give it to him.

“Don’t ever say that. It’s far too dangerous for a man like me. You give me an inch like that and I will take a mile. That’s a promise. You need to always be careful what you wish for from me.”

“I tried careful and cautious and it didn’t work. I still have a career I’m desperate to succeed at, but it’s not enough. Not anymore.” He had no idea how hard it was to admit those words. For so long, my sole focus had been about my need to create something special. Not only to make my grandmother proud, but also because deep down in that dark little corner that I tried to avoid, a little girl still wanted to please her parents too. But I’d had a lot of time to think lately and I’d come to this realization without even knowing until this very moment.

“It’s already spectacular, Zia. Don’t you see that?” His finger dipped below the silky fabric of my shirt and down between my breasts, circling the hard peaked nipple until I squirmed and arched for more.

Instead he clamped down on one until I was ready to scream. When I nearly let loose with it, he released me at the same time leaning in close to my lips.

“Say it, Zia. If you don’t, I promise you will regret it.”

He was wrong. The realization that I trusted him more than anyone else I knew was shocking, yes. But I’d been fantasizing about this moment since our one night in Italy. That had been the epitome of special and while I hadn’t realized it at the time because of the devastating aftereffects, it had meant everything because this man—this man had spoken to my soul.

“We’re special,” I blurted, unable to remember what he’d wanted me to say in light of the moment of realization I’d just had. “I was so so wrong about you, Vincent. I’m sorry.”

He growled low before his lips swooped down on mine and captured me into a hard kiss. He trailed his hand down my side and gripped my hip. An almost bruising touch that made me moan into his mouth.

We broke free and I gasped to draw air into my lungs. The more he touched me, the harder it became to breathe.

“Pull your shirt up for me.”

Another deep dark command I couldn’t resist. Although as I complied and my naked bottom rested on the cold wood of the chair, I couldn’t hide the sudden shiver up my spine.

Whether it was from excitement or nervousness, I couldn’t be sure. Not that it mattered. The tingles between my legs were erupting faster and faster in time with my racing pulse and I could barely constrain myself from urging him to do as he pleased.

Not that he would take orders from me. Hell, if I tried to push, I could almost guarantee he would move slower. And then I would die.

Besides, half the appeal came from the look currently engulfing his face. The darkened eyes, the tight lines of strain around his mouth. That was all mine and it made me greedy as hell. No man had ever looked at me quite like that before and I fucking loved it.

“Fuck.” He breathed, looking down at where I was exposed. “You were waiting for me.”

It wasn’t a question, but I nodded my head anyway. I’d gotten exactly the reaction I’d expected. “I knew what I’d done in your bed would lead you here.”

“Trying to top from the bottom?” He didn’t sound mad, but it wasn’t a happy question either.

I shook my head. “Hardly. I was pissed. You had your man practically snatch me from something important and then forced me to wait. I had to do something or I was going to go insane.”

Another sexy growl rumbled in his throat. I swear if he kept that up, I’d be coming from that noise alone.

“I want you to do it again, only this time I’ll be watching.” He released my hip and straightened, giving me a glimpse of his hard cock currently restrained by the slacks he wore before turning and heading to the side of the bed, where he retrieved the vibrator I’d left in his bed.

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