Page 76 of Made to Sin

I was so close to coming, so close I could taste it. Incoherent words inched to the surface, but I found myself only able to repeat “Please” over and over again like it was my favorite chant. When I didn’t give him a proper answer, his merciful halt was over.

Slap.

"Please what?”

I whimpered. “Please…”

Slap.

That last slap did it for me. Fireworks exploded behind my eyes as I let the orgasm loose. I squirmed in his hold, falling limp against the counter as I shook through the pleasure.

He gave me a second to recover before holding me up by my hair and pressing his mouth harshly to my ear. “Did that show how much I want you, Katarina? Because I want you so fucking bad, I don’t care if your ass is bright pink. I’m going to take you to my bed, and I’m going to fuck you until you’re out of my system.”

Maybe I was a glutton for punishment because I wasn’t afraid of what he would do. I wanted this man to ruin me. I wanted him to take me any and every way he could.

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” I goaded breathlessly.

He let out a dark chuckle that swore he would fulfill every word he said as he lifted me in his arms.

Merda, I was so in over my head.

LUCIANOTOSSEDMEONTOHISbed, and I drowned in the space that was infinitely him.

Unlike the warm tones throughout the rest of the house, everything here was dark and moody. It was fit for the King of the Underworld, fit for him.

But before I could analyze the specifics of the room, he grabbed me by the ankles and pulled me to the foot of the bed.

I twisted myself out of his grasp. “Wait, you haven’t answered my question from earlier.”

I didn’t know why I was stalling, but the bravado I had earlier fleeted as I saw the animalistic hunger in his eyes. I wasn’t scared per se, but if we went through with this, there was no going back.

“Work was fine. Can I fuck you now?”

His eagerness brought forth a small giggle from me. “Since you asked so nicely.”

I didn’t know if I made the right choice, but my needs overran my doubts.

Once he got the consent he wanted, he savagely tore open the lingerie covering my chest.

“Hey, that was expensive and hard to put on,” I half protested, half moaned as his hand came to palm one of my exposed breasts.

I was doing some human pretzel moves to get it on, and he ripped it off in point two seconds.

His eyes didn’t leave the breast he was playing with, not nearly as concerned as I was. “I’ll buy you new ones.”

“You can’t keep buying new ones after ripping the old ones,” I panted, the topic of our conversation gradually evading my mind.

He gave me a peck and dove down to my other aching nipple, pausing to speak before fully taking it into his mouth. “I’ll buy you the whole store if I can rip it off you every day.”

God, that was hot.

There went any qualms I had. Why was I complaining again?

As he feasted on one breast, his hand kneaded the other. White molten ransacked my body when he scraped his teeth over a sensitive nipple. I yelped from the bite, but he quickly soothed it by sucking and licking where his teeth grazed.

I moaned out from the mixture of pain and pleasure, bowing my back to send more of my breasts into his touch. Liquid heat rushed from my chest down to my core as he continued to ravish my left breast.

When he had enough of one side, he switched his attention to the other, giving the second nipple the same treatment. My breasts got so much attention, everywhere else was jealous.

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