Page 61 of SINS & Riley
A small but important distinction when you’re being fingered by a psycho.
Another sharp crack across my ass. God, the sweet, brutal pain has tears streaming down my face.
I drift out of my body, my hips rolling on instinct, rocking of their own accord.
“Let’s stop playing games, Pom.” His voice is a delicious growl that makes my hips grind faster. “Last round. All or nothing. And the question is mine.”
“All…or…nothing?” My brain can’t keep up, not with him slipping two fingers in and wrecking me from the inside out.
Seriously, where’s an eighteenth-century chess piece when you need one?
“Here’s the deal. You answer honestly—big ask for you—and I’ll strip. Suit, mask, every layer. Face to face. Then I’ll fuck this sweet little pussy.”
Face to face?
He’s offering me him. All of him. Bared. Naked.
Unmasked.
And with his cock grinding so hard against me, I’m shocked it hasn’t already called dibs.
My pace quickens. I’m so close—too close. “Agreed.”
“Not so fast. If you do anything but tell the truth—and knowing you, that’s a big if—you’ll strip off the rest of your clothes, drop to your knees, and let me fuck that sassy mouth of yours.”
Maybe it’s the subspace talking but this feels like a win-win. I’ve already sworn to myself—I will not lie.
And I won’t put Kennedy’s life in danger.
I agree with a loud, orgasmic, “Yes!”
I’m on the edge, and he lets me fall. I ride his hand like it’s a bull at a Texas bar. Wild, reckless, and desperate.
His thumb crushes my clit, his other hand cups my breast, pinches my nipple hard and?—
Holy fuck, I come.
And come.
And keep coming, wave after wave, until the world collapses into ash and breaths.
The ruler lifts from the backs of my hands. No chains, no bonds. Just his dominance and my obedience.
Kisses trail my neck, my shoulders, my cheek, my hair. I float, weightless, and he’s the only thing holding me upright.
Then he slides his fingers free and sucks them clean. The sound is loud and obscene, and so erotic if that freight train of an orgasm hadn’t just flattened me, the noise alone would.
I spin in his arms. Turn to face him.
So many emotions ripple across his face, too fast to catch, before settling in his eyes. Those dark, unreadable eyes.
Is this it? The moment he lets me see who he is?
Then, he asks the question burning a hole in his brain. “Why do you want to see the doctor, Riley?”
The floor drops out beneath me.
Fuck.
