Page 54 of You Were Never Not Mine

I try to close my legs, but I can’t. He’s got them wide open, his torso pressing against my embarrassingly wet pussy, and he thrusts his face into mine. “Don’t try and hide yourself, little whore. You were trying to catch someone’s attention? Well, you got it.”

He lets go of my leg and reaches in between us, his fingers curling around the top of my dress. Slowly he pulls it down, exposing my breasts, the cool air kissing my skin and making my nipples harden even more. His gaze drops and he rubs his lips together, his tongue peeking out. Reminding me of a hungry predator about to devour its prey.

I swallow hard when his gaze returns to mine, his pupils so blown out I see nothing but black. He looks crazed. Ifeelcrazed. I want him to do something horrible to me—what, I don’t know, and I close my eyes when shame washes over my skin at my confusing thoughts.

“Open your eyes.” His fingers curl around my chin, giving my head a little shake, and I do as he says, staring into his icy blue gaze, terror making my heart pump twice as hard. I’m afraid. Shaking. Quivering with need and fear. “You need to remember who’s doing this to you.”

“Wh-what a-are you going t-to d-do t-to me-ee?” My words are a harsh whisper. I’m barely able to speak, I’m so scaredand overwhelmed, and oh God, so stupidlyhornyfor this man.

“Fuck you in the ass so your virginity stays intact? Is that what you want?” He nips at my lips and I cry out at the sting of his teeth. “Force you to suck my dick? It’s what I promised the last time we were together.”

I’ve never seen his dick and I’m dying to. I’m dying to see him completely naked, if I’m being truthful. I reach for him without thought and he grabs hold of my wrist, stopping me. Gathering up both of my wrists and raising my arms above my head, pinning me there. I say nothing, unsure of what he wants. Wondering if he even knows because he seems as baffled as I feel.

“Take off that shitty dress.” He lets go of my wrists and moves away from me as if he’s disgusted by my mere presence. I scramble on the bed, sitting up. “Now.”

I whip the offensive dress off, tossing it onto the floor without hesitation, eager to get naked for him. I like the way I feel when his eyes roam all over me and he’s doing it now, examining every inch of my exposed skin, his lips curling in a barely-there smile. I reach for the sandals, ready to take them off, but his command stops me.

“Keep the shoes on.” He shakes his head, rubbing his chin with his fingers. “Fucking tacky. You look like a cheap hooker.”

“You’re an asshole,” I tell him, not holding back.

“I think you like it.” His expression hardens and I scramble backward on the bed until my butt hits the stack of pillows. “Spread your legs for me, Sin. Touch yourself. Show me how wet that pussy is.”

I automatically do as he says, spreading my thighs as far as they’ll go and bracing my feet on the mattress, dragging my fingers along my slit and holding them out to him. They shine with my juices and the pleased grunt that leaves him when he sees my glistening fingers has my pussy flooding even more.

“You love it when I treat you like shit.” He grabs hold of my hand and bends over, drawing my fingers into his mouth and sucking them dry. A whimper leaves me when his tongue swirls around them, lapping up every bit of my juices before he pulls them out of his mouth. He takes a few steps back as if he needs the distance, standing at the foot of the bed. “Take my pants off.”

I crawl across the mattress over to him and rise up on my knees, working the snap and then the zipper of his black pants, my fumbling fingers eager. He’s got on black boxer briefs underneath, his cock straining against the fabric and I sit back, staring at him. Staring at it.

I’ve never touched a dick before. I have no idea what I’m doing and I know, I just know, he’s going to make fun of me for it.

“Take it out,” he demands, and I tug his underwear down, his erect cock thrusting toward me. I stare at it, unsure of what to do next. “Don’t be so fucking shy, Sin. Act like the whore you came as and touch it.”

I tilt my head back, glaring at him. My mouth trembles at the corners and I’m so mad, I could almost cry. I despise him. He’s the worst. I should grab hold of his dick and squeeze until he’s screaming in pain. I’m about to do exactly that when he does the most unexpected thing ever.

His hand cups my cheek, his touch gentle as his fingers skim over my skin, leaving me confused. He guides my head and tilts it back, our gazes clashing once again and while his still appears somewhat angry, his voice softens.

“I dream of that mouth. That cunt,” he admits, his deep voice twisting my insides. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

The words are familiar and I’m about to ask him if he sent that one mysterious text to me, but his mouth finds mine before I can speak. His lips are soft. Persuasive. Coaxing mine to part, his tongue sliding in, circling mine. I kiss him back, drowningin the taste of him, the commanding way he possesses me with his mouth, the low sounds of pleasure coming from deep in his chest.

He's enjoying this as much as I am. We’re both completely fucked up.

And I never want it to stop.

Chapter Twenty-Six

AUGUST

This woman infuriates me. Fascinates me. Doesn’t back down from a fight, begs for me to let her out of my room and then tries to run away from me. No woman I know would do that. They’d be down for whatever I suggested. Wear a butt plug to prepare them for a thorough ass fucking? Of course! Drip hot wax all over their naked flesh? I can’t wait! Let me whip them with a leather strap until their skin welts? Please do!

I bet Sinclair would run from me if I tried to push a plug into her delectable ass. And she’d only let me smack her with a leather strap if she could do the same to me.

But I don’t want to do any of that to her. That all feels like extra. Gimmicks to excite and I don’t need any of that. Just looking at her excites me. I want to taste her. Everywhere. Run my lips all over her smooth skin. Fuck that pretty mouth of hers and come on her lips. I want to see them shiny with my cum and then I’d eat that little pussy of hers and fuck her ass with my finger until she squirted all over my face.

Fuck. I’m hard and aching just thinking about it.

I cup her face with both of my hands, climbing onto the bedand guiding her backward until she’s sprawled across my mattress. I keep our mouths fused, my tongue working against hers. Stroking and circling and licking at the inside of her luscious mouth. I drift one hand down her front, running the back of my fingers across her nipple and the bit of flesh hardens even more. Tempting me.

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