Page 10 of Sinner

And the need to surrender.

To him. Only him.

I threw back the covers, lowering my feet to the floor. My heart continued to hammer as it had done the first night I’d met him, the night when he’d shown me his true colors.

And his intense desire.

I knew I’d been in love with him ever since that fateful meeting.

As I rose to my full height, I heard only the labored sounds of my breathing. But he was still watching.

Waiting.

Challenging me as he enjoyed doing.

I’d worn a nightgown for him just in case. Now I tugged one strap over my shoulder very slowly, rolling the tips of my fingers across my breastbone to the other. I allowed my fingers to trail behind the second strap, lifting my head only once in search of his eyes.

Eyes I’d only imagined, envisioning in my sleep.

The slight noise drew my attention as I allowed my gown to pool around my feet. I was finally able to see the neon glow of the X marks covering his eyes. They were even more illuminated than before, the evil grin that never changed in the dark material keeping me on edge.

I lowered my thong until I was able to step out and kick the thin lace away. I’d never been so bold before, always feigning sleep when he’d arrived. This time, I held my head high, daring him to step forward.

To claim me as I knew he craved doing.

He finally advanced from the darkness, his steps predatory. “Do you remember all the things you asked for, Desdemona?”

The monster remained just out of reach. But I could hear him, the rapid intake of his breath floating toward me as a beacon of his own needs. “What are you talking about?”

“The hunger that you couldn’t escape, the intense yearning to break free of the chains you placed yourself in the day you turned eighteen. You long to be set free. To be hunted. And captured. That’s exactly what I’ve done, little lamb.”

He moved closer and I was suddenly afraid. Not from the stranger who’d awakened my senses, but by the truth in his words. Those were the games I excelled at, thriving in dark worlds where virtuality and reality crashed together in a sea of vibrations. They were games so violent and sexual that few players lasted.

But I was the best at what I did.

I was an expert, a woman to be reckoned with.

He took another step, now so close I gathered a strong whiff of his scent, the aroma so masculine and overpowering that I could become lost in the tingling sensations.

Reaching out, he gripped my jaw, forcing his thumb into my mouth. “Perfect. Just like I knew you’d be.”

I sucked his thick digit without being asked, wishing desperately I could look into his eyes.

Every move he made was calculated and he used his other hand, pushing me down to a sitting position. Every thought, every wish I’d experienced late at night after he’d left had been a dozen versions of how our meeting would go. But nothing hadprepared me for the level of hunger or the excitement that had driven me to the edge of a steep cliff.

My imagination had stripped me of any sense of reality. There was only this man and my raging needs. Nothing else mattered.

He released his hold, taking a deep breath as he wiggled his wet thumb. As he trailed his fingertips down my face, I was reminded of the first night and how he’d smeared blood from one side of my jaw to the other.

This wasn’t romance. This also wasn’t forever, but I didn’t care.

Without saying anything else, he unfastened his dark jeans, releasing his cock. The long shaft was as thick as I’d envisioned and nothing else mattered but bringing him pleasure.

I shouldn’t want this. I couldn’t need this, but as the moonlight streaming in from the blinds highlighted the size of him, my mind was filled with filthy thoughts.

“Is this what you want, Desdemona? To be fucked like a little whore?”

A brief moment of apprehension trickled into my system. He’d know if I was lying. He knew everything about me.

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