Page 122 of Sinner

He laughed subtly and rubbed the tip of his cock up and down the crack of my ass. When he finally pushed a couple of inches of his cock into my aching pussy, I slammed one hand against the mirror in my continued impatience.

His eyes twinkled from my condition, his nostrils flaring as he continued taunting me. When he finally thrust the entire length inside, I was driven all the way into a moment of euphoria. I would never be able to explain the jolt of emotions any more than I could the searing and ragged edges of the electricity we shared.

Maybe there was no sense in trying.

Taking a deep breath, he held it inside his lungs and pulled out, driving into me again. Only seconds later, he developed a brutal rhythm, pushing the limits of decency, but I was wild with desire, panting like a crazed animal. My breath was ripped away completely as he jerked the belt, the lights in brilliant colors floating around my head magical in appearance.

Every savage plunge of his cock pushed me closer to nirvana, just like he’d done before. Just like I knew he’d do again. He’d certainly always let me know he wasn’t the kind of man to take no for an answer. He also knew I’d give myself to him fully, losing my ability to think clearly. We were alike in so many ways, perhaps too much so.

He knew how to push every blissful button, keeping me on the edge until I was a blubbery mess. But of course I loved it. The brutality of his actions and the clandestine nature of our strange relationship made the sex like nothing else in the world.

“Good girl,” he whispered in my ear as he continued to fuck me. “Now, I need you to come for me.”

“I…” I couldn’t speak or think clearly and he expected me to orgasm on command. I whimpered when he cracked his hand on my bottom, the pain exhilarating. My entire body felt as if it was floating on a cloud. Barely seconds later, my body reacted to his deep voice, my toes tingling as the first sign I was close to going over the precipice.

When I did, I cinched my eyes shut, listening to the slight whimpers coming from my closed-off throat and the hard scratching my nails were doing on the glass. I rose onto my tiptoes, panting like a wild dog as the orgasm swept through my overheated core.

People would believe me to be sick, but the round of ecstasy was perfection, one climax shooting into a second. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, cracking his palm against my bottom every other beat of my heart. I couldn’t separate the pain from pleasure even if I wanted to.

The moment was surreal, my mind spinning for an entirely different reason. I found myself caring about the man. How was that even possible?

I’d already known I wanted more when I accosted Dorn. But the article had made me giddy. Now I was being fucked in appreciation of my hard work.

“Oh. Oh. Oh,” I managed, but only after he backed off his tight hold of the belt. The light filtered back into my periphery of vision the moment he pulled out completely. My whine was met with an evil grin.

“Don’t worry, little lamb. You know I’m not finished.” Every time he chuckled, I shivered deep inside. This time was no different. When he pressed his cockhead against my asshole, I shuddered visibly.

There was no stopping the man even if I wanted to. He was in such control his entire face was beaming with joy. The realization caught me off guard. It was such a pleasure watching him, basking in how he was tormenting me. I was on fire, my skin tingling as much as my heart was racing.

His breathing remained labored as he pushed in another inch. Then another. My muscles stretched, trying to accept, but he was so large, filling me completely. I held my breath as he eased one arm around mine, intertwining our fingers together.

“I love calling you mine,” he gritted out and drove his cock all the way inside.

My scream was slight but powerful before I laughed as my ass muscles clenched and released. The sensations were incredible, so overwhelming I couldn’t see anything any longer because of an intense fog.

Xander powered into me, taking his time with a practiced rhythm. I met every thrust, my body aching from the erotic moment of pleasure. The air in the smaller bathroom was thick, the scent of sex and desire mixing with my perfume and his aftershave. The entire situation was intoxicating.

The man towered over me and I was completely vulnerable, but I’d never felt so safe as by being in his arms. A sigh slipped past my lips, one of satisfaction and continued longing. How could any one man have this kind of effect on me?

I always had a sense of when he was about to come, his muscles tensing, but his eyes remained dark and determined to remain in me. I felt the warm gush as he erupted deep inside, filling me with his seed, and for the first time in my life, I was completely content.

No longer would I ask if there was something wrong with me. If there was, then bring it on.

This was my life and I intended on living it fully.

And in exactly the way I wanted.

Xander

Relationships.

They’d never been a part of my need. I’d never felt the desire buried somewhere deep in my psyche, but being around Jessica was entirely different than I’d thought it would be. I enjoyed her company as much as her tempting ways. She’d surprised me with her actions, the sweet girl more of a vixen than I’d believed.

As we sat on her couch, having a drink together, I thought about how fascinating it was that neither one of us needed to talk to enjoy spending time with the other.

Maybe that’s how it was between all hunters and their captives, once they were taken in a way that they began to understand their life was no longer their own. But as funny as it sounded to me as I was thinking it, somehow the lovely woman had managed to capture a portion of me I hadn’t known existed.

A part of my heart.

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