Page 92 of Wicked Sin

“You are. There’s nothing wrong with figuring out what feels good for your body and your brain.”

“What else doyoulike?” I ask him. I need to know. I need to not be the only one to say something truly out there.

He shifts beneath me. He’s turned on. A big, hard erection. I squirm against it.

“That. I like that. Turning you on.” His fingers skate up my back and settle on the nape of my neck. Warm, firm pressure. “Look at me, Taylor.”

I lift my face.

His face is soft. And then, ever so slowly, ever so carefully, his grip is not. He squeezes the back of my neck, and then twists his hand up, tangling his fingers in my hair.

I gasp at the first tug, and moan at the second.

His face stays soft, his eyes gentle. “I like being roughifit turns you on. It’s not the only way I like to have sex. But if you like it, I’ll love it. Get that? I’ll be all in.”

All in. An excited tremor jolts through me. I lick my lips, and his gaze drops to my mouth. “How all in?”

He blinks, and his gaze is locked onto mine. “You want it real?”

I gasp again. Hot, wet, angsty need pulses between my legs. “Yes,” I whisper.

He twists his hand, pulling my hair tight.

Whimpering, I arch my back, trying to follow his movements. The heat in my pussy spreads, blooming hard and fast in my belly, making my breasts ache with heaviness.

With his free hand, he traces my jaw, then rubs his fingertips against my lower lip. I want him to shove them into my mouth and make me gag.

What is wrong with me?

Nothing.

It’s a simple and yet terrifying thought. I’ve spent so long knowing that I’m horrid and rotten to the core.

Luke taps my mouth to get my attention. His lips twitch as I refocus on him. “With me?”

“Oh, yeah,” I breathe.Just fantasizing.

“We need a way to make sure it’s not going to far.”

“A safe word?” I know some things. I just never thought they would apply to me. All kink I’ve been exposed to in the past has been extremely non-consensual, which is hard to think about.

“More of a safe question. A double-check that you’re in. And yes, a safe word too. So either of us can hit a big, red stop button any time we need to.”

“Okay.”

“There’s a basic set of words, common to all in the kink community for the most part. Red, yellow, green. If you’re good to go, then you’re green. If I need to be cautious, then it’s yellow. And if you—or I—want to stop, then it’s red, no questions asked.”

I nod. “Okay.”

“But if you want it to feel real, then we need to be a bit more clever. And work up to it, starting with some practice rounds. So I want us both to memorize a question. I’m going to ask you if you want me to stop. And you need to say the magic words that will tell me that we’re all good, you want me to continue—even though you’re saying the exact opposite.”

A wicked thrill slices through me. “That sounds really hot. Like if you say,I don’t think you want me to stop.I would know that’s a question.”

“Let’s practice that. I don’t think you want me to stop, do you?” He says it hard, with a nasty edge, and it’s so freaking hot I can’t even handle it.

My breath puffs out hard and fast, little desperate pants. “You don’t know what I want.”

He grins hard and feral. “Oh, yes I do, you brat.”

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