Page 50 of Sinner

Not as Xander and certainly not as Sinner.

Jessica would need to get that through her pretty little head.

When I backed away, she attempted to close her legs. I ripped them wide open, smacking her pussy lips three times in rapid succession.

“You will not close yourself to me either.”

“Bastard.”

“Yes.” As soon as I yanked her bottom to the edge of the table, she rose up, swinging a punch that caught me off guard. Her aim was decent, catching me just under the nose. I was rocked back, but I’d been exposed to men who’d done everything to break free from my grasp. My reaction instant, I grabbed both her arms, pitching her back down to the table.

Where I held her even as she squirmed underneath me.

“I do love when you fight me, little lamb. I can only imagine what you’d do when in my bed.”

“That will never happen,” she spit out with utter hatred, but her eyes told a completely different story. In the luminous glow of the streaming moonlight, I could only see hunger, the kind that removed all doubt and every other emotion she’d had before. Even her labored breathing was a dead giveaway.

The way she was lifting her pelvis, grinding her wet pussy against me was marvelous. I could hold her down for hours, waiting to see what she would do.

But the ache in my cock was far too extreme.

“Oh, I think you and I both know otherwise. Now, are you going to be a good little lamb for me, or do I need to tie you to the table?”

She laughed as if I was joking. When I shifted both her arms together, ripping the rope I’d slid into the pocket of my sweatpants, her lovely mouth moved to form a perfectly rounded O. The longing to kiss her again was real and difficult to ignore.

But I would.

For now.

“See? I am a man of my word.”

“You’re nothing but a cold-blooded killer.”

“Would you like me to tell you what kind of man Marvin Jeffries was?”

Jessica seemed shocked I’d mentioned his name.

“You didn’t really believe I did anything on a random basis. Did you?” I was the one who laughed, allowing the slits to expose the heated breath that was close to collapsing my lungs. “I know you’re dying to ask, so I’ll answer the first question you want to shout out at me. I do enjoy the kill. Much like you do. The sport of it. The hunt. The calculated moves. And the scent of fresh blood in the air. However, I never touch an innocent person. Not my style. I prefer ridding this earth of the scum that forms on the bottom of shoes.”

“You’re sick.”

I shook my head, tossing the rope beside her head as a reminder of what I was willing to do. “Is that all you have for me, Desdemona? I’m somewhat surprised. You’re an educated woman with a heart of a warrior and the mind of a killer. You must have more complicated thoughts than that. I’ll give you a little time. Marvin enjoyed abusing his wife, using her like a punching bag. She was so broken she had no clue how tohelp herself. No money. No friends. No hope. When he wasn’t beating her or ripping out her hair, he was out hunting for more luscious prey like yourself. Yes, if allowed, he would have spent several glorious hours with you doing extremely vile acts and his methods of removing any evidence were… let’s just say horror flick classic. Would you like me to expand?”

“God. I… No. Just stop. Please stop.”

“The story or the way I’m touching you? The way I make you feel when I run my fingers down the side of your breast?” I demonstrated the action, brushing just the tips down from her arm, taking my time to circle her sweet nipple a couple of times before lowering my hand to her hip. “Or the way I was able to find your G-spot without any issue.” I drove my gloved fingers into her pussy, shifting the angle and curling them until I found the right spot.

“Oh. My…” Her eyelashes fluttered across her cheeks and she arched her back, no longer struggling.

“Yes, my beautiful lamb. I think you’re beginning to understand. I might be a monster, but I’m your monster. And you’re my muse, my perfect prey. I intend on allowing you to run free. But know this. I will always find you. You will never manage to escape the yearning you have in your mind. I’m here to fulfill your greatest fantasies.”

I came close to bringing her to another orgasm yet needed her to understand the control I had over every inch of her body. I pulled my hand free, holding it into the stream of light. Even on the black material of my glove, my fingers glistened.

“Taste how sweet you are, how wet you’ve become for me and only me. Open your mouth for me, little lamb.”

She did exactly as I asked, yet the moment I shoved my fingers into her hot mouth, she bit down. Just as expected. I pressed the tip of my thumb under her chin. I knew the exact spot that would create uncomfortable sensations. It didn’t seem to bother her in the least.

“My lamb has teeth. I love it.”

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