Page 78 of Made to Sin

“Did you say something, sweetheart?” He growled, daring me to repeat my stubborn burst.

When I didn’t answer fast enough, he pulled them out, leaving a hollowness behind. In a frenzied panic from the sudden loss, I couldn’t formulate the words I wanted to say, only letting out more throaty pleas under his dominance.

It seemed to satisfy whatever he was expecting because heroughly pushed his fingers back in. His mouth lapped my clit as his fingers pumped in and out of me. The stimulation was too much. I was filled to the brim with pressure about to overflow any second.

“Please don’t stop,” I begged.

I couldn’t recognize my voice, not hearing anything past the intense beating of my heart as it danced to his rhythmic fingers.

He sucked my clit into his mouth, andthatwas my breaking point. After all the edging, my orgasm flooded at triple its force. Fiery trails of heat seared through my body. I yelled out his name and shuddered against his fingers as I came.

Wringing out the last of my high, his fingers continued to move in me as he gave sloppy kisses to the inside of my thigh. “Was that enough teasing for you?” He hoarsely asked.

The ringing in my ears slowly faded, but I couldn’t find a witty response to the egotism, still stuck in the rhapsodic haze. If he could do that in one minute, he deserved to gloat.

“You win,” I heaved.

Exhausted from the rebound of my release, my legs fell from his shoulders, and I lay flat on his bed. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I tried to catch my breath.

He hovered over me, still fully clothed. I tugged at his shirt, wanting it off. In acquiescence, he stood up and threw the expensive material to the side, revealing his chiseled muscles.

Merda, I was right, he had a full sleeve.

I hungrily took in every picture and calligraphy on his arm. My favorite was the crown at the very top of his shoulder blade. It was so arrogant, so him, as if it signified the height of his throne.

Though his right arm was filled with different inked art, the rest of his body remained bare of tattoos like he couldn’t be bothered for more.

Gliding my hands across the ink and onto his chest, I enjoyed as each tan muscle tensed under my touch. He sucked in a rough breath as I explored his upper body, but he didn’t stop me.

My heart did cartwheels against my ribs when I realized he was as affected as I was. I grew braver, running my hands down his abs and into the dangerous territory of his waistband.

Without thinking, I unbuckled his belt, wanting to free the straining erection. My hands trembled. The sound of the zipper added to the suggestive air as he went eerily still, watching me undo his pants.

I slipped my shaking hands underneath his briefs and held onto his thickness. He was so hot and heavy, I couldn’t help but squeeze.

He sucked in another bated breath, twitching against my palms. I moaned at the eroticism boiling underneath my skin.

It felt so good, I did it another time.

With a low, conflicted groan that came from the back of his throat, he pushed himself out of my grasp and stripped off the remaining confines. I didn’t want to sound like a loser, but my housekeeper wasn’t lying when she said my dildos were small. They got nothing on the man in front of me.

I was enraptured, staring with my mouth open at his striking features. From the minute I met him, I stated that he was gorgeous. I just never imagined how much.

Before I could make sense of what he was going to do, he flipped me onto my hands and knees and thrust into me with one push. The pain was immediate, my walls seared like it was set on fire, and my arms gave out as my head dove into the mattress to muffle my scream.

I forgot he didn’t know I was a virgin, and he wasverywell-endowed. I clenched down on him, trying to relieve the discomfort in any way I could.

When that didn’t do anything, I tried to relax my mind instead.

Nothing worked.

It was pathetic, but it hurt so bad, I started sobbing.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” He immediately asked, laying his warm body over mine.

“I’m sorry,” I said, embarrassed by the incompetence.

He cursed, slightly pulling out. Whatever he found caused his voice to drop to a strained grate. “Katarina, tell me the blood on my cock isn’t from you.”

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