Page 25 of Merciless Sinner

My heart beat faster, my breath came out as a pant. “It’s not that I don’t like them per se. It just so happens that I can’t wear this dress with a bra.” It was true, of course that was the whole reason I chose this dress in particular. I liked the way the halter style cupped and lifted.

“And the panties? Do those not work with this dress either?” he asked. “Not that I’m complaining.” He pinched my nipple with a light squeeze.

“No, that was all me. I didn’t want to risk going home alone again.”

I felt his tension in the way his body suddenly froze. With my back to his front I couldn’t see what was going on with them, but it was something. I should’ve said something, but what? I put myself out there enough already. How many more ways did I have to say I wanted him?

A low sound began to form in his chest. Barely audible, but the vibration of it clear against my back. He flipped me around so that I faced him and his hands wrapped around my neck. His thumbs angled my head until our gazes collided and what I saw there definitely took my breath away.

Alex’s eyes were darker than before. More intense. And that sound continued, making all of my nerve endings stand at attention. My nipples too. They were hardest pebbles and aching for his touch.

“You’re never going home alone again if I have anything to say about it.”

My heart stuttered, but before I could form any kind of response, he took my mouth. There were simply no other words to describe it. This was no kiss. With his hands still tangled around my neck and the pressure of his lips forcing me to open, he claimed me.

Desire burned through my body and straight to my soul. White hot and needy. I have no idea how this is happening so fast, but I can feel it one hundred percent. I am falling fast and I’m willing to do anything to get more.

Lucky for me, Alex had his own plans. When he breaks the kiss, he doesn’t stop there. His lips slide down to my chin, my neck, and in between my breasts. I can barely breathe but that’s okay because I don’t want him to stop. Ever.

His fingers pinched my nipples, easy at first and then gradually harder. The pain increased as did my heart rate and I swear heat literally flared between my legs.

“This is why my acquaintances come to parties like these. They want to break the chains society has on them, drive their women insane and then watch them come over and over and over. And sometimes while others watch. Then when they’re both at the breaking point, they’ll fuck. It won’t be easy, and it won’t be pretty. That’s not what these people want. They need it primal.”

His hands were on the front of my thighs now, his fingers edging beneath the short edge of my dress. The heat radiating from his big body made it even harder for me to focus. My brain is on severe overload.

“Don’t move, Harper.”

His dark toned order alone was enough to keep me pinned in place, but those roaming fingers of his are what ultimately had me holding my breath.

“You like this I know.”

I opened my mouth, but my protest died the moment his fingers collided with my clit.

He laughed, the sound filling my ear. “That’s what I thought. But what happens next is completely up to you. I’m going to make you come. That’s not up for debate. However, whether it becomes a show or remains between you and I is your choice. Can you come without screaming, kitten?”

I couldn’t even figure out how to get enough oxygen let alone determine whether I could stay quiet. But I did know that I didn’t want him to stop. So instead of answering him, I angled my hips just a bit to give him better access.”

That rumble of laughter sounded in my ear again. It was enough to make me nearly growl my own frustration. His arrogance astounded me, but it also drew me closer. Every dark promise that fell from his lips dragged me further under his spell.

“Dirty kitten,” he snarled as he pushed two fingers inside me.

“Yes,” I groaned before grabbing onto his shoulders to hold myself up.

My eyes fluttered closed as the devil of a man tortured me, but I forced them back open so I can watch him as his fingers fucked me. I didn’t want to miss a thing, but most of all I needed to know he’s as affected as I am.

Peripherally I think I hear the others in the room as the show goes on behind me. I don’t need to see to know that many of the women on the tables are as close to the brink as I am. But they don’t have Alex because he’s mine.

I know this because his talented fingers are definitely making me mad as every thrust hits me at the perfect angle for maximum friction. The tension coiled in my core warned me that I can’t take much more and any resolve I had to stay quiet seems lost as I whimper against his shoulder.

“Kiss me.”

I lifted my head, a moan at the tip of my tongue and pressed my lips to his. At the same time his thumb scraped across my clit and ignited the climax I could no longer hold back. With the blood rushing in my ears, Alex pulled me tight and swallowed my scream.

By the time my head cleared and I began to come down from the intensity that is an orgasm from Alex, my entire body was shaking and I could barely stand on my legs.

His withdrawal only made it worse as I whimpered in protest. He must have sensed my condition because instead of steadying me on my feet, he picked me up and carried me from the room.

“I don’t know about you, but I need a fucking drink.”

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