Page 59 of Billionaire's Sins
"I… I won’t?"
He shakes his head.
"Do it, Eve." His gaze narrows. "Now."
I turn, head for the wall, then stop and stare at him over my shoulder. "My phone?" I manage to force out the words. "What about my phone?"
"This?" He takes it from me, stares at it. "You won’t be needing this for a while." He tosses it over his shoulder.
I squeak, then exhale a sigh of relief when it lands on the couch.
He prowls toward me, circles the air with his finger.
I scowl.
He glares at me and I shiver.
He arches an eyebrow and I bite down the inside of my cheek. Shit, this…whatever mood he is in, is hot. Only… Something is different. I haven’t known Edward long enough, but one thing I’ve always believed in, that I could trust him. This…this man standing in my living room… There’s a sense of desperation, a ruthlessness that…feels right. Yeah, it feels right, and yet, it’s also disconcerting. It’s as if he’s peeled back a layer, the mask that he wears to the world, to reveal the wolf beneath…the wolf in sheep’s clothing. Yeah, he was always alpha, even—perhaps especially—dressed in his priest’s garb. But this version of Ed? This snarling, growling, jeans and shit-kickers garbed Ed… It’s a whole new level. A person I have no hope of trying to control. Not that I want to… But also, I don’t want to give in and do as he says. I mean… I’m not one to just be commanded… Though I like it, I want it, yearn for it. But I also want to be conquered. Know what I mean?
I turn to face the wall, raise my hands, then realize I’m still holding the goddamn wooden spoon in my hand. "Oh." I stare at it, and he reaches over my shoulder, plucks the weapon—I mean, utensil—from my grasp. Shit, now I feel truly naked. I mean, I still have some clothes on, but now I have nothing to defend myself with. Not that I want to defend myself against this guy…but… Yeah, shit, now I really am at his mercy.
"Ed?" I whisper and he shushes me.
"No talking, Eve."
"But—"
Whack.The back of the wooden spoon connects with my butt.
"What the—?" I screech. "Did you just spank me with that—?"
Whack, whack, whack.He hits my arse in quick succession with that freakin’ wooden spoon and pinpricks of pain radiate from my backside. My core spasms. Moisture pools between my legs and I press my forehead into the wall. Damn it, this should not arouse me. Should not. Really shouldn’t. But I am turned on. No denying. What’s wrong with me?
I turn my head, scowl at him over my shoulder.
He slaps the wooden spoon against his palm, and the soft thud sends a shiver racing down my spine again. He tilts his head, holds my gaze, then nods as if satisfied.
"I assume you still want me to fuck you?"
I frown.
"Say no, and I’ll leave," he adds.
I blink. Why is he doing this? Is he giving me another way out? Why did he barge in, in the middle of the night? Is he on his way somewhere? He is, that’s for sure. So why has he stopped here first? Did he miss me? Maybe. Does he want me? Yes. Does he need me? Definitely. It’s why he came by. Whether he knows it or not, he seeks comfort— No, he needs to give in to whatever is tearing him apart inside. Something he is not ready to share, something that’s shaken him enough to turn his back on his vows, his life-long pursuit of discipline, of the framework within which he’s lived his life, and come to me. And I can’t turn him away, I can’t. More to the point, I need him as much as he needs me. If this is the only way I am going to have him, then so be it.
I nod my head.
The breath rushes out of him. "Say it aloud."
"Yes."
His eyes gleam. Something like satisfaction laces his features. "I’m going to take your mouth, and tear into your pussy, then I’m going to fuck you in the arse. You’ll let me do that, won’t you sweet Eve?"
Ava
His filthy words send a surge of heat through my veins. My pulse rate skyrockets. My knees wobble, and if I hadn’t had my palms pressed into the wall, I swear I’d have collapsed by now. Who’d have thought the straight-talking Father Edward Chase has a dirty mouth on him? I stare up into his face, and his nostrils flare.
"Say yes, Eve," he growls. "Say you want me to take you in every hole. Tell me you want me to fuck you wherever I choose. Do it," he snaps, his tone half belligerent, half pleading. "Do it, Eve, you have my permission to speak."
