Page 4 of Throne of Sin

He hands me a wad of cash. I flip through it. “This is all ones.”

“It’s all there. You don’t get a tip until the end,ifI end up enjoying it.” I lift a brow and force my teeth to bite my tongue.

I take my time to count each dollar bill. For two hundred bucks, you would think the stack would be thicker. I can’t believe I’m doing this for a measly two hundred. He lunges at me and his hands paw at my chest.

“Wrap that dirty mouth around my cock,” he demands, and I freeze.I can’t. Sleeping on the street can’t be that bad, can it?

The back door opens and the man flies backwards from the car, screaming like a little girl. The sound of fists hitting flesh carries through the shadows in a steady, never ending song of deliverance. It’s a sound I recognize well because of my father, but tonight it carries a different tenor. I step out of the car, ready to stop the assault. My mother is going to blame this mess on me, without a doubt.

“Stop!” I yell, gripping the assaulter’s thick forearm. Both of my hands cling to him as I desperately beg him to stop.

“What the fuck, Demi?” I freeze at the sound of Dante’s voice over the other man’s moaning from the ground. “Get the fuck away from her. If you ever come near her again, I will murder you.”

“She owes me two hundred bucks!” he spits.

“Like fuck she does. I’m giving you ten seconds to get out of my face before I drop you off on your wife’s doorstep.”

He considers pressing the issue for a moment, then scrambles to get up and limps away into the night.

Dante’s facial features are hard, his lips curled into a snarl as he pins me with a stare. My cheeks flush and shame washes over me before the reality of what just happened slams into my chest. I can’t have my mother hearing about this. We desperately need the money. The two hundred bucks is the partial interest we owe. More bills will come in next week and she’ll send me out again, a neverending cycle of trying to make ends meet.

“You can’t get involved with this, Dante! It’s none of your business!” I yell. “Without that money, my mother and I are going to be homeless.”

“Selling your body for sex isnotthe fucking answer!” Dante bellows in argument.

“I have no other option!” My hands fly up in the air as I defend my decision no matter how embarrassed I am. “That two-hundred dollars is keeping a roof over my head.” I look back into the car, gesturing to all the one dollar bills scattered around the back seat.

“Two hundred bucks, Dem?” His voice breaks and embarrassment flares hot in my chest once again. “If you’re going to take money to fuck someone, then fuck me.” He presses his hard body into mine. He towers over me and I have to crane my neck to keep looking at him. I try to stand tall without shrinking back into myself.

His lips catch me off guard when they crash into mine. The kiss is hard and possessive, even though it only lasts a quick second. I stumble backward from the sudden jolt of our bodies being pushed together. My hands grip his forearms to keep me upright and there’s a hunger to his demeanor as his hands slip down my sides and lift me by the back of my thighs. The cool metal hood he places me on has me gasping at the contrast of temperature; my body is overheating, feeling more alive than it ever has.

He descends on me like a vulture, his lips trailing a scorching trail down my neck as he nudges his hips between my legs and I pant for air. His masculine pine scent cloaks me, fills me, and the warmth I associate with his smell spreads through me.

He has always been the one person I can depend on in this world. This should feel wrong, but those thoughts never come. I don’t care the reason he’s kissing me, when he kisses me like he owns me. I want to live in this moment and not let the reality of our ugly world ruin it for me.

My legs lock behind his ass, bringing him in closer. His lips move down to my chest. My partially torn top allows him to easily move my breast from behind the fabric. He takes my nipple into his mouth, his warm tongue circling the super-heated flesh before he flicks at its peak. He cups my other breast, squeezing it lightly, as I moan at the sensation of him sucking my nipple. His touches are making me believe in Heaven.

His other hand slides down my body and draws small circles on my exposed inner thigh. His fingers press up then slide back down, teasing. “Did he rip the panties off you or did you come like this?” he asks as he switches breasts.

I don’t want to answer.

His fingers part my labia, running over my clit before they enter me. A low growl erupts when he finds me soaking wet. All for him. “Damn it, Dem! Tell me if this is for him or me.”

“It’s always been for you,” I angrily spit. “Fuck you for even asking.”

He pulls away, studying my face. I’m unable to look past his gaze, captivated by the raw emotions behind his eyes.

“What if someone sees us?” I ask, looking around the dark alleyway.

“Then, I’ll fucking kill them.” I gulp at the ferocity in his words.

His fingers work at the button of his pants but he never looks away. “Feel it. This is what you do to me.” I reach for his cock. My fingers wrap around it and I feel it grow under my touch. My hand strokes his length. It’s smooth and hard, thick veins warm in my grip.

He removes his hand and enters me with one quick thrust. I moan, welcoming the way he stretches me, and my vision blurs momentarily as my breath leaves me in a whoosh. He moves in and out at a slow, leisurely pace. I circle my hands around his neck to hold on, hiding my face in the space between his shoulder and face, never being more ashamed of myself. Tears prickle at my eyes, no matter how many times I try to blink them away. I’m being fucked out in the open on the hood of a car like a prostitute.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he moans.

I move his face to kiss my lips. My insides flutter for him when he kisses me back and I try to convince myself it’s not like that with him. He sees me as more than just a fuck. With each thrust, I soar higher, losing myself in the way he plays with my body. His one hand tweaks my nipple and I’m a goner. I moan out his name, unable to stay quiet.

---