Page 45 of The Fall of Sin (The Sins of Saint 2)

He moved, spread his legs, and positioned his knees on both sides of my hips, his eyes level with mine. “I’m not torturing you. I’m preparing you. Making sure your body is primed and ready for what’s to come.”

“Oh, it’s ready, in case you didn’t notice when you were down there.”

He snickered, his lips glistening as he leaned down and kissed me, allowing me to taste my arousal on his tongue. It was the sweetness of desperation that titillated my taste buds one long, hard kiss at a time.

“What is it you want, Mila?” He flexed his lips, the tip of his cock touching the flesh of my pubic bone, the wetness of his pre-cum sticking to my skin. I closed my eyes and moaned, lifting my waist as far as my restraints allowed in a desperate attempt to find what I needed.

Saint grinned, with a glint of mischief in his eyes. “So greedy.”

“So cruel,” I challenged.

He stretched out over me, his hands brushing up my arms as he slowly scooted higher…higher, skin against skin, until his length reached my lips, and he sat up straight. “Suck my dick. But if you make me come, I won’t give you the same courtesy.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Suck my dick, but if you make me lose control, I won’t give you what you want.”

Before I could say a word, he thrust his cock into my mouth, forcing it all the way back to my throat, causing me to gag, my lungs complaining from the lack of air. It was impossible for me to swallow, and my spit now only had one purpose—to lubricate his length that filled every inch of my mouth.

“Don’t move that pretty little head of yours,” he ordered as he loomed over me, grabbing hold of the headboard.

I didn’t move, the taste of him exploding in my mouth. Low, guttural groans sliced through the silence as he flexed, slipping his length farther into my mouth and then out again. It was impossible not to lap my tongue against the hard ridges, to twirl it against the tip of his cock.

“Fuck,” he cursed and gripped the posts harder. “Don’t do that, Mila. You’re going to make me come.”

His words were fuel. It was gasoline, fueling my need for pleasure—whether it was his or mine. I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t stop myself from moving my head, sucking and lapping his shaft even though I knew I’d pay dearly if I made him come.

“Mila,” he warned yet didn’t attempt to stop me, “make me come, and you won’t.”

Jesus Christ. How was I supposed to not be greedy for his taste? How was I supposed to stop?

His hips moved faster, more vigorously as if he was chasing his own pleasure now. Dear God, I wanted him to come. I wanted him to taste his pleasure on my tongue…even if it meant denying myself the same.

My cheeks hollowed as I sucked, twirling my tongue around the ridges of his cock.

“Mila.”

I glanced up, sweat beading on his chest, his body hard and taut, muscles roped with strength and power, yet I was the one who currently held the power in my hands. Not even the restraints could stop me from taking control over him, over his body. Finally, I understood his need for control. I understood its appeal, how the sense of power could be addictive and so goddamn sweet.

“Fuck!” He pulled out and grabbed my cheek, squeezing hard as he glared down. “You just can’t fucking obey me, can you?”

I couldn’t answer. My lips were puckered as his fingers bit into my flesh, pain radiating down my jaw. But I glowered at him from under my lashes, made sure he saw I didn’t regret it defying him. In fact, I challenged him with a single stare. A single meet of glaring irises. Sapphire blue and emerald green. A combat of depraved darkness.

“I should let you continue sucking my dick and shoot my cum down your throat, then leave you here, bound and unsatisfied.” He shifted down, the soft feel of his thighs against my sides sending shivers up and down my spine.

“I should leave you here unfucked.” He let go of my cheek with a jerk, red-hot heat spreading to the now sensitive flesh. Then he straightened, and I gasped when I felt his cock nudge at my entrance. He rolled his hips and slipped inside me, but just an inch. “But maybe the worst punishment I could give you right now is to continue teasing you.”

“Please, don’t.” Tears welled at the corners of my eyes, the agony becoming too exhausting to endure. “Please, don’t keep doing this to me.” A tear slipped down the side of my face, pain stemming from every corner from my body.

He wiped at the tear with the pad of his thumb and brought it up to his mouth. “Nothing is as sweet as a woman’s agony.”

I closed my eyes, my body spent without even finding the climax it had craved for hours. “Stop. Please.”

“Look at me, Mila.”

There wasn’t enough strength in my veins for me to open my eyes.

A gentle hand cupped my cheek. “Look at me.”

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