Page 46 of Savage Sin

A shocked moan escapes my lips, causing a dark smile to curl the edges of his lips. A forewarning of his next move. An erotic shiver races over my body. It starts near the center of my body and forces me to accept that this man turns me on in ways no man has ever done.

I grip the edge of the bathroom sink. Broken and desperate moans escape my lips, but my eyes never leave his as he pushes a thick finger inside my drenched channel.

“Rage, this is so…” Trembling with anticipation forces me to bite back my words. Fire blooms inside my core as he curls his finger deep inside me.

“This is what?”

I need to calm down, but nothing about me is calm right now. My lips fall open and when he rocks his hips into my ass and strokes his finger over my nub, I’m gone. Sensory overload has me forgetting I should hate this man with all my being.

He chuckles warmly and holds me tighter when my mouth moves, but only groans come out. He has me pressed so close I feel the thump of his beating heart against my back.

“Come for me, my little captive.” He takes the hand not making me drip all over him to collar my throat. One by one, his fingers encase the soft flesh in a controlling hold.

The hand between my thighs tortures my pussy until I’m breathless. He slips in a second finger, stretching me to the point I want to scream. I grow wetter and he finger fucks me until I’m on the tips of my toes, riding his hand, seeking my release.

When it hits, my world narrows down to him, me and the sight of his inked hand holding my throat in a possessive grip as he takes my first orgasm.

He pulls free of my body and I look away when he goes to suck my release from his fingers. We’re both adults, yet I can’t shake how wrong this feels.

“No. Watch me.” He tips my face forward and locks eyes with me as he sucks his fingers dry. He makes a deep sound of approval. “The sweetest of nectars,” he purrs like I’m his unicorn and not his captive to do with as he pleases. “You can’t hide from the truth. Your body won’t let you.”

I think I’m falling for this man and I don’t have a safety net. No safe word. Hell, I don’t even have an escape plan.

Get real, Persi. He’s being nice. You’re working him so you can get free because you didn’t escape the first time you had a chance.

Stupid me.

“Come with me now, Persi.” When I stay planted in front of the sink figuring out what the hell just happened, he wraps his arms around my middle and cups my breasts from underneath, pressing them high.

My nipples instantly harden into tighter, tortured, greedy peaks.

I can lie to myself and refuse to acknowledge the buzzing I feel deep in my core has anything to do with his touch. Or give in and accept that what I’m feeling makes me human.

Rage’s nostrils flare and his gaze meets mine in the mirror with the force of a blazing inferno.

“You can’t run. Might as well enjoy a hot shower.”

Demanding fingers find the edges of my shirt and it’s in a puddle at my feet in less than three seconds. My shoes and shorts are next. Every inch of my body is suddenly beyond exhausted. Over my shoulder, Rage drinks in my fully nude body and he slowly wraps an arm around me, just below my ample breasts. His light hair hangs over a section of his forehead and gives him a softer look. His usual blank expression is nowhere to be seen and in its place is one filled with lust. He wants me and he’s not hiding the fact.

“Do I have a choice about this?” A storm made of anger, unwanted heat, and curiosity swirl through my body.

The bastard looks like he is actively thinking about my question. “No,hermosa.”

I watch him finger the button on his jeans through the reflection. I’m not brave enough to turn around and actually watch. Not yet. Like this, it feels like my glass wall can protect me from getting hurt.

Boots, jeans, and everything else join my small piles of clothing and I finally have the full view of Rage.

His eyes are still locked on me, and his lips peel back with a low, animalistic growl. He strokes his beautiful cock; the head swollen and angry-looking.

Shivers of excitement wrack through me and in that second, the amount of heat pooling between my thighs is embarrassing. My thighs squeeze tight against the throbbing need pulsing there.

Rage. I don’t even know his full name. That can’t be on his birth certificate. He comes up behind me and this time there’s no barrier between the heat of his erection and my body.

“You’re thinking too much.” He draws a hand through my loose hair and traces the tips of his fingers over the shell of my ear, leaving behind a wash of goosebumps.

“Let me help you with that. No thinking, just feel.”

He spins me around and moves me inside the shower. Hot water hammers me from all sides and yeah, okay. I only took a five-minute quickie earlier. This version is much nicer.

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