Page 73 of Our Sins in Silver (Coven of Sin 3)

I sucked in my bottom lip, cheeks pink. “Yeah…”

“But you said your father forced his way into your mind when you were in his tomb. Meaning you were in his tomb whilst you were—”

“Fucking,” I finished for him.

His gaze turned lethal, freezing my breath in my chest. “Why there?”

“It was a game.”

“A force game.” Sterling’s forehead creased as his brows pulled together. But there was no judgment in his expression, only curiosity. “Don’t be shy. I’m aware of such games. There’s no need for shame or embarrassment. You’re allowed to fantasize about whatever you desire.”

“I know… It just seems insensitive talking about it around you.”

“As far as I understand, those games aren’t about wanting to be raped. No woman or man asks for that. It’s about surrendering to someone you trust. And I think it’s less about the fantasy of being dominated but more the idea of knowing Eros and Vincent crave you enough to do whatever it takes to have you.”

He let out a low chuckle, rough and guttural. “Even if it means risking my wrath for allowing you to come to me stinking of the grave, of mud and of cum that isn’t my own.”

He tightened his grip over my cunt, cupping me possessively in the curve of his large hand.

“Oh,” I whispered when he pressed a testing finger into my pussy, only to find it molten slick.

His lips spread into a smug-as-sin grin that had my heart beating a million times a minute. “I figured that would get you worked up.”

“Tease.” A dark idea sprung to mind, and I chased it before I could wuss out. “Don’t work me up with talk like that unless you plan on delivering.”

Provoking the lust-mad male worked how I’d hoped.

He growled and snapped an arm out to grab me by the neck. His fingers were loose around my throat, way looser than Vincent had ever held me. But it was just as thrilling, seeing the priest’s lips contort into a predatory snarl.

“You don’t think I’d do it? You don’t think I’ll take you when you least expect me to? How can I not, knowing how much you crave my monster, no matter how much you’ll scream and thrash? We’re all well aware of just how much your pussy drips when we dominate our mate.” While his tone was seething and full of fire, his thumb stroked the dip in my clavicle—tender as ever.

Keeping his grip firm on my throat, his other hand rubbed over my center, palm bearing down and pushing the finger that penetrated me deeper. I whimpered, which turned into a moan when he began making a purring hum, even as he shoved a second finger inside me.

The looming threat of company coming if we didn’t move fast made his movements hurried and less than gentle, but I soaked in every sensation he offered me as his skilled fingers stroked over my flesh.

Pulling his fingers from me, I whimpered from the loss of him as he left my pussy feeling cold and empty with his absence. The feeling dissolved in the next moment as I watched him pop his fingers into his mouth and lick me clean from his digits. My thighs clenched when he let loose a groan of pleasure like I was the most delicious thing he’d ever had on his tongue in one thousand years.

He took his fingers from his mouth, stroking his bottom lip as he said, “Just like your father, Ruby Renada, you bring out that monster in me.”

I stiffened. “Wha–what?”

“You’ve made me crave you like I’ve never craved anything before. I’m hopelessly addicted, Ruby. I’ve never been a man of vice, but you make me weak. You weaken my hold over my darkest desires and instincts. I’m not sure if I can hold him in forever. I don’t trust that part of me to not drag you out of Vincent’s bed one of these nights and impregnate you before he has a chance to do it himself.”

I wasn’t sure if this was just dirty talk meant to make me wet and ready for him or if Sterling was really warning me about his growing lack of control over his monster. Not knowing made me all the wetter.

“I love you,” my mate huffed on a broken breath.

Releasing my throat, he slid his grip under my knee and pulled me wider apart for him. His other hand fisted the base of his erect cock.

I opened my mouth to reply, but just then, he drove into me, and all that came out was a swollen scream. So I thought it.

I love you. I love you. I love you,I thought, perfectly in rhythm with his thrusts.

One pump. Two pumps. Three.

Then his spine arched down, draping his body over mine, and he bit into me.

Chapter thirty-two

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