Page 24 of A Story of Sinners

“No,” I grated out. “Never.”

He thrust into me harder. I melted and clenched around him, despite the fury boiling through my veins. His breath crested my ear. “How am I supposed to believe a word you say?”

I jumped when his thumb brushed along the puckered hole of my backside, and my breathing stilled as pressure filled the space. The tip of his thumb pushed in, stretching a place I’d never been touched before, and I moaned at the feel of it. I shouldn’t enjoy this treatment. There was something wrong with me, something wrong with him.

His breathing grew heavier behind me, and he puffed in my ear. “Have you had anyone here?”

“No,” I keened in response, and he sunk the digit in deep, slowly pumping. I gasped at the feeling of fullness where there shouldn’t be.

“Now that, I believe,” he groaned. “You’ve been saving it for your mate. How thoughtful.”

I could feel my teeth sharpen, canines dropping from my gums despite the cuffs on my wrist. I wanted to tear into his throat. A growl sounded in my chest. “You’re demented.”

“And you love it,” he chuckled in my ear, thrusting into me with all his might. “Gods, do you love it.”

The motion had me fluttering around him. A part of me wanted to murder him, while the other, larger part of me thrived off his actions, desperate to vex him even further.

His thumb disappeared as his fingers moved to my sensitive bundle of nerves, and he pinched the skin repeatedly. I cried out at the ache, and he shushed me, easing the pain by rubbing his fingertips in a firm, circular motion.

My head grew dizzy as he stroked me, and it wasn’t long before I was exploding around him with a cry, my insides clenching and throbbing, pulling him deeper.

Ryken cursed at the feel of my walls pressing down, and he continued sliding in and out almost leisurely. “Gods, I missed you. You take it so well, so perfect. For me. Only me.”

Teeth prickled along the scar mark on my neck, and goosebumps chased down my spine as the skin there broke once again. My head was a haze of bliss as he entered me once, twice, then a third time, and I grabbed ahold of his arm, desperate for purchase.

Ryken growled and shook off my hold, removing his teeth from my neck and licking the wound. His hand moved to the center of my back, pushing me against the wall, and I was so drained of energy, I dug my fingertips into the stone, desperate to stay upright. He pulled out of me with a groan, and I sighed.

My body tensed when the hand on my back disappeared, probing my backside, notching the tip of his length against the puckered skin between my cheeks. “Are you—"

“Yes, I am,” he answered in a raspy voice, groaning as he slowly pushed through the tight ring. “You want it, don’t you?”

My legs shook as he stilled behind me, panting and choking.

“Yes, make me feel,” I answered, shaking from head to toe.

He settled for a moment, planting sweet, tender kisses on the side of my neck. “I can make you feel, but it’s going to hurt.”

“Then make it hurt,” I demanded.

He groaned in my ear and cupped my bottom, spreading me open so he could watch himself sink inside another inch, then he collapsed against my back, slowly pushing in deeper. His voice was pained as he buried himself. “So tight. Your first time here can be with your mate. It belongs to me, after all, just like you do.”

My mouth opened to argue his sense of ownership, but only a loud cry came when he withdrew, then punched his hips forward.

His hips slowly rocked into me, and though it hurt, I moaned, relishing in the pain. “Ryken,” I gasped. “Oh gods.”

The burn of raw skin slowly subsided, replaced by a pleasant fullness. The familiar tingling trailed up my spine, announcing I was close to the edge.

His hand gripped my jaw, twisting my mouth to his. Our lips brushed, and his tongue moved against mine. I ground against him as his pace increased in tempo, relishing the taboo feel of him inside such an untouched place. A strangled noise spilled from him as he bottomed out one final time, filling me with his release.

With a groan, he pulled out of me, breaking his hold as I stood leaning against the wall. I arched my back as he cupped my bottom and spread me open with one hand, using the other to fist his length. His jaw ground as he covered my backside with the remainder of his release. Hot spurts of liquid landed on my cheeks and the abused, puckered skin, burned the slightest bit.

“There you go,” he nearly heaved, his palm fisting my cheek. “Don’t say I never gave you anything.”

I gritted my teeth.Asshole.

His touch disappeared, and my body sank against the wall. I took a moment to steady my breathing and straighten my skirt, wary of how the fabric clung and stuck to my skin. When I turned to face him, his pants were already done up, a hard expression lining his face.

“I don’t belong to anyone,” I claimed, thinking back to his earlier words. Not because I didn’t want him; no, I was sick of men thinking they could take ownership of a woman, ofme.

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