Page 29 of Born Sinner
“Have you come here to play, little mouse?” I murmur as the sweet scent from her apartment is amplified a thousand times.
It’s all around me.
Consuming me.
Eliciting the filthiest thoughts.
I think of my cum smearing her mirror and basin.
I think of my cum dripping from her lips.
She moans her response into my hand. She tries to fight me off, bucking her hips and twisting.Not that I’d expect anything less...
I press her body even harder into the wall, crushing my own knuckles in the process and drawing blood. Her flighty breaths are music to my ears. I need to return to New York, but first I’ll leave my Mexicandulzurawith a dirty narrative to replay in my absence.
Keeping one hand on her mouth, I trail my fingers up the damp heat of her inner thighs. She shudders and stops fighting the minute I reach her panties.
Wet.
Soaking.
I couldn’t stay away from her if I tried.
“Is this for me, Lola?” I say huskily, resisting the urge to slide her panties to the side and sink my middle finger inside her. “Such a gift from my angel in black,and silver. Because that’s what you are…the fucking death of me.”
She moans again, squirming helplessly against my touch.
“I hate you, too,” I say with a low chuckle. “You know, I’d fuck you right here in this alley if I thought it would loosen these chains between us.” I lean in closer. Citrus…My heaven and my hell. “Turns out, they’re unbreakable, but I think you know that already.”
Glancing down, I bite out a groan when I see how flawlessly we fit together.
Her ass.
My dick.
Her pussy.
My fingers.
I won’t be satisfied until every part of her is submitting to me.Demanding me.
Maybe it’s time to leave a different kind of memory on her body—a reminder of just how brutal and beautiful our connection is.
Dropping my hand from her pussy, I reach for the gun tucked into the back waistband of my Levis and commence a new path up the inside of her thighs, swapping warm skin for cold steel.
Moans turn to muffled screams.
“You keep me in a prison cell for you, Lola,” I accuse, kicking her legs apart. “With rusty bars on the windows and a broken lock. As punishment, I’m going to blur the lines between fear and lust. The first time you come for me will be from the sweetest act of violence.”
Muffled screams turn to whimpers, as I drag the muzzle across her clit.
I do it again, and again, rubbing out a rhythm that has her whimpering, and me throbbing against the zipper of my jeans, leaking pre-cum.
My lips twitch as she slams her palms against the wall and widens her legs even more for me. It’s a full-blown smile when she starts grinding up and down the barrel of my gun, seeking relief from something that’s just as filthy as I am.
I press harder.
I rub faster.
