Page 47 of Dirty Big Sins

The gasp and jerk of her body told me I’d caught her off guard. A dark smirk crossed my face. Good. I had no intention of making this easy for her. But it was the flare of her nose and the widening of her eyes that reminded me how much she liked it when we played like this. In fact, I suspected she needed this as much as I did.

“I told you. I was angry. I don’t always like being told what to do.” She didn’t sound angry at all now. Her breathless words told a completely different story.

“Bullshit. Having my man escort you from a bar to my room excited you. Only when you found I wasn’t there waiting for you did you get frustrated.” I knew I was right. Although it had been unfortunate how long I’d been detained. It had taken a ridiculous amount of effort on my part to concentrate on a game I had no interest in. Especially when I knew I had something far more enjoyable waiting in my room.

She stared back at me without saying a word. No denial, no confirmation. Only the soft movements of her hand as she continued to work the offending dick around her pussy. I half wanted to break my control and yank it from her. She didn’t need that fake shit when mine was right here, aching with all the unleashed power and need that had been building up for what felt like weeks instead of mere hours.

This woman had the power to fucking destroy me.

We weren’t back at square one, but we weren’t anywhere near easy street either.

“Slow down and tell me how you really feel right now and don’t give me anymore bullshit. I want to hear the truth. The longer it takes you to confess, the longer you’ll wait for that orgasm that is getting too close for comfort.” I narrowed my eyes in warning and her hand stilled with the toy pressed firmly against her hard clit. “That’s right, baby. We aren’t rushing this right now. We’ve got time. Now tell me how you feel.”

She took a deep breath and licked her lips in a clear effort to get her body back under control. My warning had not been subtle and she was being smart to heed it.

“I’m feeling a little bit desperate and a little ashamed.” She took another breath before she continued.

“Why are you ashamed?”

“Because Ishouldbe angry. Your kind of interference in my life is dangerous.”

“Fuck should. Life isn’t about should, especially not with me. That’s the beauty of when we’re together. You don’t have to worry about anything unless I tell you to. If you can trust me that I’ll handle what needs to be worried about, then our relationship becomes what we both need. Can you do that for me?”

She was listening, but I could tell she wasn’t completely focused on my words. She’d begun pumping that little cock more aggressively as both the internal and external tension increased. She was almost ready.

“Yes.” Somehow she managed to answer me despite the approaching overload.

“Don’t you dare come yet.”

“Vincent,” she whined, clearly so far on the edge.

“You please me more than you know, mi Bella. In this room, or whenever you need me, your surrender is perfection. It’s everything I want too, you know. It’s nothing either of us needs to be afraid of.”

With one hand increasing its grip on her thigh, I used the other to pull the toy free from her body. As beautiful as she looked, I needed it to be my hand, or my cock or my mouth when her next release broke.

“What’s wrong?” Some of that beautiful lust filled glaze cleared from her eyes.

“What did I just say about worrying?”

“But you wanted me to— ” She faltered with the rest of her words.

Jesus, hell.

“There is nothing wrong. Watching you play with yourself has gotten me so hard it fucking hurts. I’m half a heartbeat away from saying fuck it and losing my shit. I could hurt you if we aren’t careful.”

A small smile returned to her lips and I wanted to wipe it away. If she really knew what was in my head that would not make her happy. If I let go and… She wasn’t ready for that and probably never would be. I really could end up hurting her and that would be unacceptable in any circumstance.

“Maybe that’s what I want.” Her whispered words did not fall on deaf ears. More like an insidious, wanton brush against a part of my mind that wanted to unleash everything I’d ever held back to survive in this world. I needed to stop this now. It had already gone too far.

I shoved a hand in my hair and mercilessly shook my head. This was supposed to be about her and her pleasure. That’s what I needed more than anything. She needed to trust that I would take care of her on every level.

“Then let me touch you.”

Unwittingly my hands gripped her thighs impossibly tighter. To her credit, she didn’t cry out, but the grimace suddenly marring her face said more than her words ever would. I released her and took several steps back.

“No.” I kept my answer simple because anything else would be too much.

Ignoring me, she closed her legs and leaned forward, bringing us close together once again. “Please, Vincent. I need this as much as you do. More. Please.”

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