Page 82 of Sinner

As soon as he wrapped his fingers around the weighted bar, he jutted his hips and thrust the entire length of his cock deep inside. He would never be labeled a romantic and this wasn’t about anything but the darkest of passions.

He proved the point by wrapping the long fingers of his other hand around my neck. When he squeezed, I was tempted to smash my hands against his chest.

But I didn’t.

His eyes took on a different effect, a slight iridescent glow. I knew it was from the effects of the harsh lighting overhead, but that didn’t stop my fractured mind from producing images of the mask from before. Maybe I’d felt safer when he’d been wearing it, concealing his identity.

As he fucked me this time, I had a full view of the way his mind worked, the way his eyes captured everything and his smirk indicating he was willing to do what it took to achieve some goal. He wanted my mind frazzled from fear and anticipation, but I refused to bend to the rules of his game.

With my feet on the floor, I was able to lift my hips from the bench, holding the stance as he peered down at me. I was rewarded with a glimmer in his eyes, a smile curling across hisfull lips. He pulled almost all the way out, daring me to keep my resolve.

I did, dragging my tongue across my lower lip. I could tell I’d amused him. He slammed into me again, the force driving me almost against the bars. I used every ounce of my strength to push us back by even an inch. It was all I could do, but my act impressed him.

This time, my reward was a tighter squeeze on my neck until stars floated in front of my eyes. Xander finally made a sound, a deep growl that sent a wave of tingles all throughout my body. It was exactly the primal one I’d heard in the forest, a wolf in dark clothing.

He started fucking me in earnest, every thrust beautifully brutal and utterly breathtaking. I was lightheaded but could still breathe, the excitement of having a man take so much control over my body and my life a strange and toxic yet powerful aphrodisiac.

There was another swell of emotions as my pussy muscles clamped around the thick invasion. The man was very large, filling me completely. His actions became even rougher. As sweat dripped down from his forehead, trickling down both my sides, my bottom ached from the spanking and slick vinyl on the bench.

The combination was electric.

Panting, I tried to catch my breath as a series of vibrant stars overwhelmed my periphery of vision. Just when I thought for certain I’d pass out, a raging orgasm ripped through me. My core was on fire, the incredible sensations cutting through to thebone. He didn’t slow his actions, only loosening his hold so I was able to grab a huge breath of air.

“Fuck!” I belted out.

He laughed softly as he continued driving into me, hitting my G-spot every time.

The climax continued, deep vibrations pounding in my ears from the lack of oxygen and the sheer pleasure.

As I started to come down, to be able to breathe normally, he removed his hand and I lolled my head to the side.

“You’re beautiful when you come,” he said in a quiet voice, the tone one of reverence.

Using a single finger, he eased my head forward, forcing me to look in his eyes. He continued fucking me, every thrust taking at least five seconds before he issued another.

I sensed it was his way of keeping his personal control. His stamina was incredible and I had no way of knowing how long he continued, but I did know the moment he was ready to erupt deep inside.

Once he did, his entire body began to shake.

As incredible as the moment had been, a true sense of real life crowded over the tingling rapture.

Dread settled into the pit of my stomach like a heavy weight.

Real life didn’t allow for dark and demented fantasies.

CHAPTER 24

Xander

In the cataclysm of my life, the one comfort I’d gotten had been when spending time in the forest. Almost everywhere I’d lived, woods had either backed up to the property or had been within walking distance. What I hadn’t liked were parks, usually avoiding them. Being deep in the woods was my escape from mental and physical torment, allowing me the fleeting feeling of freedom.

Parks and their inhabitants were sick reminders that my life was anything but normal, the random acts of abuse finally shutting down almost every emotion but rage.

Very few niceties had brought anything like peace of mind.

Not the expensive cars I’d purchased, nor the clothing hand tailored for my frame. Even the house I’d painstakingly selected and decorated only allowed for comfort from time to time.

The Blackwell Group? Well, the business did provide purpose and in the early days of the Obsidian Society, a hint of the nowancient feeling of satisfaction. Even that had disappeared, which was the very reason I’d started looking for the right candidate to fulfill my toxic fantasies.

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