Page 45 of Make Me A Sinner
Still wary of him. Still taking small steps. But I know it's not just my body that wants him. This isn’t because of the edging he’s put me through. I'm doing this because of that constant look of worry he’s worn for days. Because he constantly tries to protect me. Because he waited when he could’ve taken everything. Because he had every right to put a gun to my head when I left. I broke my promise AND his heart. And still, he’s done nothing more than keep me safe ever since.
I must've drifted off for a few seconds, because I can hear him make a lowtsk-tsksound. He can sense I've been overthinking this, and he's probably afraid I’ll back down. I'm also afraid I’ll back down. But I push myself further. Physically, it's so easy. Mentally, I’m still running from the fact that I want him.
I could use another drink right now. Fuck, I could use the whole damn bottle.
I hear another warning this time. Set, calls out my name through gritted teeth, like he's hanging by a thread, his fingers gripping the couch so tightly that I think he's going to rip through it. I swallow hard, my eyes meeting his again, locking into them. God, he's so fucking handsome when he's on the edge.Not many people take him there and survive it. The thought alone makes heat pool in my panties.
I drag a finger to the center of his chest, letting it descend in a painfully slow rhythm, and at this point, I’d do anything to get those hands off the couch and work somewhere on my body. I want him to touch me, but they’re stuck there like he used damn super glue.
I wish he’d just help me out instead of making things so impossible for me. But there's no way in hell he’d let me off that easily.
If he wants to play, fine. I will make sure he suffers as much as I did.
twenty-three
-Set-
I don't even know how we got here. I've been preparing for this for days, but the longer I waited, the further the moment drifted.
Now only painful minutes separate me from her, and I'm really trying to pretend that invisible handcuffs tie me to this couch, while all I want is to tear it fucking apart. I want her so fucking badly, there’s not a single decent thought left in my head. To be honest, there's no chance I’m letting her back out this time, or walk away without finishing what she started. My cock is too pissed off to let her get away with something like that.
My jaw tightens as I catch a dark flicker in her eyes that wasn't there a second ago. She's planning something. A way to break me. Maybe even punish me for forcing her hand on this. Truth is, I want to see her push my boundaries. It’ll make things that much more fun when I start pushing hers.
Her head tilts next to mine, her lips beginning to brush the shell of my ear, then trail down my neck, following the same tense vein she massaged earlier, and I feel it's about to burst. The tension is back, but it's a different kind of tension. It'sconsuming, stirring my monsters just beneath the surface. But I won't let them near her this time. That part of me can stay in hell for a while, because there's no way I'm ever endangering Serena again.
Her lips move down my chest. If she were using daggers instead of her tongue, they’d be easier to bear. Because every kiss and every flicker of her tongue strains my self-control. Still, I don't want to rush her. The way she traces my tattoos with her lips is the most intense sensation I've felt in centuries. It's much more intimate than just fucking. It's claiming me—every inch of my skin, every nerve ending, every fucking pore.
And even though it's torture.
My cock’s pressed so tight against my pants that I feel like I'm wearing fucking tights, but I don't want her to stop. I might break the couch. I might break my damn fingers, or grind my teeth to dust, but I want this. I want to feel the sweet agony I’ve craved for so long.
Her tongue gently glides down the side of my torso, and my body jolts involuntarily. She's going to fucking pay for this, because my toes are already curling into the floor, trying to hold myself back.
She suddenly lifts her head, her blue eyes gazing at me like she knows exactly what she's doing to me. And still, there's that flicker of uncertainty in her moves—the trembling fingers brushing over my skin, tracing the contour of my muscles, the shaky breath drifting across my ribs—all signs of how vulnerable and scared she is. And how badly I’d like to throw her on her back and give her real reasons to be afraid.
I feel her slowly ascend, her fingernails grazing across the other side of my chest and my cock grinds against her on instinct; demanding its rightful place.
"Impatient?" she asks, teasing while her line of kisses goes back up on my chest.
"Don't test me. I'm not good with anger management," I say between gritted teeth, still trying to hold myself together, even though I know I've endured real torture easier than this. It's like my skin nervously tingles where she kisses me, like something raw and barely human is trapped beneath the surface, clawing to get out. However, she doesn't seem to take my threat seriously because her hand goes between her thighs again, grabbing my cock through my pants. "Or you'll do what?" she almost hisses like a snake, and it’s the most adorable thing I've ever heard. Poor girl, trying to play me into losing it and claiming her myself. Little does she know I've played more games than she can ever imagine. She’s got nothing against me.
Maybe it's time to give her a wake-up call. "I won’t do anything, Serena. You hold all the cards this time."
"You just want to humiliate me," she snaps, grabbing my cock tighter.
"Fuck, grab me like that again and I swear I’ll edge you day and night for a fucking year. You'll be crying for my cock by the time I’m done with you. I’ve told you before, I'm not doing this to humiliate you. But you've hurt me because of your damn ambitions. And I need to make sure that this time, this is something yourealizeyou want as well." I take a deep breath. My words catch in my throat as her hand’s still there, and if she moves it again, I might just fuck her palm. "I know you don't like being in control, and after this, we’ll play as many games as you like. I fucking love games. But I need to feel you give yourself to me first." My breath is so heavy that the words barely abandon my lips, but I’ll die before I give in to my needs. She comes first, and right now, she needs a grip on reality.
The little confidence she had evaporates, and for a second, I'm starting to think she’ll give up on me. But instead of backing down, her forehead rests against mine, like she’s barely holding it together, "What will happen to me after this?" she asks.
"You mean, besides an insane number of orgasms?" I tease, not making things easier for her.
"Set, please. What will become of me if I give everything up for you?" The question’s so serious it makes me doubt my plan for a second. I just want to hold her and assure her everything will be okay. But that would take us right back where we started, and send us spiraling down a path of no return.
"You’ll be mine entirely. But any choice you make belongs to you and you alone. I don't want to change you, Serena. I only want to make you stronger, and I’ll do that within the limits you will allow me to," I say more seriously than ever, and the second I finish, I feel her lips brushing against mine. I should stay calm and not kiss her. I've been avoiding kissing her ever since she came back. It's a punishment I know she noticed. But now that she's making the final steps toward me, I can't deny the movement of her lips against mine.
I respond, slower at first, but then, with that primal force, biting her lips like I won't be able to stay away from her ever again.
My hands stay planted on the couch, though it takes everything not to rip the clothes off her fragile body. She looks so fucking amazing naked. I grip harder, and the only thing I manage to break is a few fingernails. I’ll get the chance to rip a store's worth of clothes off her later.
