Make Me Sin (Dark Gods #1)

Chapter 26

I remain in the living room for at least half an hour.

I can still feel his taste, like he's taking control over me, and I'm fighting with myself not to let him do that.

But the truth is, I no longer have power over my own mind.

I think I've been crying this whole time.

I'm even crying now because of who I have become around Set.

I'm crying because I can't force myself to feel sorry for the man I killed.

I don't even feel sorry for Nick anymore, and that makes me as much of a monster as Set is.

I finally convince myself to go to my bedroom and change.

My body is still aching for him, and the damn thing cares to remind me of that the second I slide my damp panties down my thighs.

I don't even bother too much with clothes; I just throw a nightie on and put on a robe since I'm starting to get cold.

Funny because it must be like 100°F outside.

Maybe it's just the way my body tells me it's quitting on me.

I don't know anymore.

All I know is that the bottle of whiskey in the living room sounds really, really fucking nice right now.

I go back into the living room and pour myself a glass.

It takes me only seconds to empty it, then another one goes down my throat.

The liquor burns as it makes its way down, but it also seems to be bringing me back from the dead.

In a flash, my body begins to hurt just thinking of Set.

I want so badly to hate him that I’m starting to believe I’ll be capable of cutting out the parts of me that crave him.

I pour myself another glass, but I don't drink it.

I just keep it in my hand, propping my elbows on the bar, closing my eyes, and letting flashbacks of the last few days flood me.

The night of the heist comes first, followed by images of Nick fucking that woman, and soon after by the knife that I plunged into his heart.

The faces of the detectives soon replace Nick's, but then Set's arms come wrapping around me.

The time we first kissed, the night he visited my bed, the night in the suite, the cut on my hand—which hasn’t even had time to properly close, but strangely now means something to me.

My eyes squeeze tighter, and I see Set again.

He's kissing my knuckles as he gets me down from that filing cabinet.

But another flashback from after that cuts in—his fingers dig into my pussy, his cock forces tears to run down my face as he pushes my limits to please someone I never thought I could want .

So damn sexual and so incredibly satisfying that it only makes me wonder what else is there about me that I don't know, and he does.

I never explored my sexual cravings, at least not like this, Hell, I didn't even know I had any sexual cravings before this morning.

I take another sip, my eyes still shut as my mind races back to the night Set took me to the suite.

He's sitting on the bed behind me, and my body is quivering, wondering what he'll do next.

Suddenly, his lips find their way between the curtain of my hair, and then kiss a line down my neck.

It seems real, too real and I feel my robe being pushed to the side and his large palms glide beneath my nightie, cupping my breasts, and squeezing them until the sensation sends me into a delirious state.

He's not gentle—far from it.

My nipples begin to hurt as he pinches between his fingers, and the glass slips from between my fingers, crashing straight to the floor.

A loud groan vibrates into the space, and I open my eyes wide, acknowledging his presence.

It's not a dream anymore.

He returned to claim me.

She almost pushed me over the edge again.

It seems she has a natural ability to do that.

I just hope she never crosses the line of no return.

It took me a while to calm myself, and I'm still not entirely at peace.

My head feels like it’s going to explode while my cock continues to twitch anxiously in my pants.

I used one of the spare hotel rooms to try and catch my breath, and avoid Serena before I did something stupid and ended up killing someone just to blow off some steam.

She creates a lot of steam lately like my fucking body is made only of it, and I’m always on the verge, moments away from bursting like a broken pipeline.

I couldn't exactly go walking around the hotel with my clothes drenched from giving her a shower, and I didn't want to remain at the penthouse either.

Sometimes, I'm too volatile for my own good, and I don't have the luxury of making any wrong decisions with her.

I know myself all too well.

When my monsters come to light, there's no telling what could happen.

And no matter what she did or said to me, I don't want her to suffer the consequences of my unpredictable temper.

The rational part of me knows she has a lot to process in a very short while, and some of the information may not align with her way of thinking.

Still, she managed the impossible and convinced me to go easier on her.

I feel a strange need to protect her, and I know her greatest enemy in these moments is herself.

She's not half as scared of me as she is of the idea of being with me.She's afraid that she might love sharing her bed with a killer, and I plan on bringing her worst nightmare to life.

Plus, I feel her closer than she's ever been to me, even if she denies it, and I know that if I let her back down now, I might lose her for good.

That makes it impossible for me to stay away; not without raising hell on earth, as the hormones running through my body are replacing any other thought that could keep me away from her.

I want her moaning under me, and the more I fight it, the more I realize it's impossible to stop myself.

She might have gotten me all worked up earlier by refusing to let me touch her, but that was just her self-defense mechanism kicking in.

I connected to her deepest thoughts, learning her darkest desires while my cock was still pulsing inside her mouth.

And now I can't keep myself from going back to her and finding out the whole truth.I need to know how badly she wants me even though she would never willingly admit it.

I hoped that by the time I returned to my penthouse, my desire to have her could be somehow stilled.

But now, as I'm pushing the door open, I realize I'm acting purely on instinct—a torching, animalistic instinct that cannot be controlled or stopped any longer.Neither man or god can keep me back from claiming her as mine.

I see her sitting at the bar as I enter the room, and even before she gets a chance to notice I'm back, I walk up to her and lock my hands from behind to find the full volume of her breasts.

My lips sneak between the curtain of her hair to find her neckline, erasing any other thought that I could have about ever being in control.

I can't even remember the last time I wanted something as badly as I want her; I don't even know if such a time ever existed.I've been attracted to beautiful women before, but with Serena, it's something different.

It's like I don't even know what would ever be enough to satisfy this consuming thirst I have for her.

That's exactly why I can't hold back.

I need to feel myself deep inside that sweet pussy, and I'm not going to stop until she begs me to fuck her.

Our connection usually prevents me from finding out her deepest desires.

I’m too close—maybe even too desperate—when it comes to her, and that messes with my senses.

But right now, her thoughts are so loud that they are cutting through any kind of blockage.

She doesn't want control.

She doesn't want to feel responsible for whatever might happen; she wants her body to break under my touch as badly as I do.

However, she's too embarrassed to allow herself to be free and too judgmental of her own decisions.

That's exactly why I decided to strip her of any kind of power to choose how this night is going to evolve.

She can even fight me to relieve some of the guilt she might feel for craving this as much as I do.

I am already the monster in the story.

I can easily take the blame as long as she is at peace with herself for submitting to me.

Exactly as I was expecting, her conscience is beginning to kick in.

Jerking away from my arms, she tries to distance herself from me, but stumbles on a bar stool, and ends up straight on the floor.

It doesn't take me long before I'm on top of her, finding my way between her legs and pinning her to the ground to face me.

“What are you doing?”

She hisses, but I don't give her time for any more questions.

My mouth goes to hers, erasing any other words she might have had to say.

I feel her trying to wiggle beneath me in a futile attempt to push me away.

Fuck, her resisting me turns me on much stronger than I anticipated, and my actions go from calculated to almost frenetic. I just can't get enough of her.

Whines escape her, propping her fragile palms in the middle of my chest, and her feet on the floor in another useless attempt to get away.

She should know better than to test me, and she leaves me no choice but to let a heavy palm fall on the side of her hip to make her pay attention to me.

I know it didn't hurt her.

She has her nighty, and her robe on; besides, there's not much room between us, so my hands mostly hit the ground. But it did the trick and got her attention. “Stay still,”

I order, and her beautiful blue eyes open wide, expecting my next move.

I can barely restrain myself from sliding inside her right here and now, but I don't want to rush the moment.

I've already rushed the decision to have her tonight.

Fisting her hair, I drag my hand down her back until I feel her arching, trying to diminish the pain.

She's so scared, weary about what I'm going to do to her, and I'm fucking living for the moment.

She has no place to escape since I’m between her hips, so that makes her back rise from the ground until her breasts are forming a beautiful curve in the air, her pebbled nipples poking through her nightgown.

I bite one through the fabric as my free hand raises the hem of her nightie until I can see her silky pussy wiggling right against my crotch .

Fuck, she's not wearing any panties. This just shortens my patience and the amount of time I’m willing to let pass before my hungry cock bites into her flesh.

She jerks, whining again, knowing she's so exposed in front of me, which only makes me bite harder on her nipple. “Shush, be patient; I'll get to her soon enough.”

Her heart thumps like a frightened rabbit.

She’s scared, her pulse going berserk, but I can still hear it in her thoughts—she wants more.

And who am I to deny her desires? Besides, I'm running out of patience myself, so I push her nightgown down to gain full access to her breasts.

I let out a loud groan, licking and biting the round breasts while her body squirms beneath me.

She’s only making things worse for herself by trying to break free, but only managing to rub that beautiful cunt against my jeans. Fuuuck!

I know I said I wouldn't let her decide, but I don't want to fully take this away from her. I can't assess the damage I might cause if I would. And that leads me to plan B. I always have a plan B.

My lips roam her body like there's no tomorrow, and my fingers glide down on her flat stomach until they find the slick skin of her pussy.

She's so wet that she's dripping all over them, and that makes my own cock anxious to break free from my jeans.

She doesn't even try to fight me this time; she just lets her gaze fall toward the other corner of the room as if she doesn't want to be here. I know she's only playing a game, to make me out as the monster, but I won't let her take things too far; she needs to admit to herself that's only what she's forcing herself to believe.

I search for her lips much more thirstily than before. She rejects me at first, trying to stay still while I know my hand is drawing maddening circles between her folds. But move by move, I lure her to face reality, kiss by kiss, touch by touch. I bite her lower lip until her tongue searches for mine, and her smothered moans echo inside my mouth. I can feel her resistance slackening, and I take the opportunity to get exactly where I want. “Ask me to leave, and I will,”

I whisper, not breaking the kiss, although I feel her rhythm slowing down as if my words came as a shock to her.

I'm not even bluffing.

I will do it if she finds the courage to ask me to leave.

I just know she won't.

And I’m not straying away from her lips to ease her decision; besides, I already know her answer; I can hear in her thoughts how badly she wants this to go on.

After a long minute without any kind of word leaving her lips, I draw my head back to look at her. “It's okay; no one is judging you. I know what you want. You're so fucking perfect, and I'm going to make sure every single one of your fantasies comes to life.”

Her head moves to the side like she doesn't want to ever look at me again, but that only manages to jerk a laugh out of me. “By the end of the night, you will be begging for my cock to make you come.”

My lips go straight to her ear, biting her earlobe, “And I won't let you down. You'll come harder than you ever have in your life—so hard you wouldn't know what to do with yourself.”

I see a blush bloom on her cheeks as I get off her, only to throw her over my shoulder, and carry her to my bed.

The moment she touches the sheets, she scrambles toward the head of the bed, nestling between the pillows in a futile attempt to avoid me.

Oh, I love her game, so I will allow her to be my prisoner as long as that’s what it takes for her to accept herself.

I crawl up on the bed, pulling her legs until she’s beneath me again, and her eyes are at the same level as mine.

Right now she looks like a deer caught in the headlights, and my predatory instincts kick in, pushing her robe down her shoulders, and throwing it to the floor.

She still doesn't know what to do—to fear me, to try to cover herself or to give into what she really wants, and to open her legs for me.

And I'm going to make that decision easier to accept for her.

“Do you want me to tie you?”

I ask in a soft tone.

It's not a threat; it's only the option of taking any kind of control from her.

If this is what she wants, then I’ll give her the illusion that I’m forcing her into my bed.

I did force myself into her life so what does another intrusion count for?

For a few seconds, I’m not even sure I’m going to receive an answer, but between a few deep breaths, I see her slowly nod—so subtle that if I wasn't paying enough attention, I might've missed it.

Her eyes instantly fill with shame, but I'm not going to let her back down now.

“When it comes to your pleasure, I will do anything you say.

There's no wrong or right, nothing forbidden, and definitely nothing that's ever going to get me to see you any other way than I do now—you're fucking amazing, Ya'amar.”

I give her one more kiss before I use the last drop of self-control I have left, and pull out my belt in a single move, then wrap it around her wrists, making sure it's not overly tight.

I don't want her to be in pain because of it, but I do want her to feel it reinforced around her wrists.

Plus, it needs to be tight enough so she can’t break free on her own.

“Now, all you have to do is stay still.”

Her eyes sparkle with excitement as I secure the free part of the belt to the bedpost.

I know she won't admit it, but her body is throbbing for me to do this.

And so is mine.

This turned out so much better than anything I ever planned for her.

Her nightgown is still in my way, and I don't want any kind of material between us.

I rip it from her body, leaving her completely naked in front of me.

Her back instantly tenses, and she's trying to turn to the side to cover herself.

It's all part of her game, and I know it, especially since the second my hand returns between her legs, I find her even more damp than before.

Still, she keeps defying me by wiggling left and right, trying to escape my grip, and I can't let that go on unpunished.

I go down between her legs, pushing them apart as far as I can without hurting her.

She’s perfectly aware of what's coming next.

I can see from the way her beautiful tits shake each time she lets out an anxious breath.

However, I have to give her a lesson in respect first, so, without any second thought, I dive my mouth down on her clit and bite it hard, testing the limit where I know she can endure the pain.

“Set.”

I can hear her crying out, startled by the panic her body sends out.

“When I say stay still, you will stay still.”

My tongue begins circling her small nub in slow movements, gradually relieving her pain. I can hear her trying to smother her moans as I am performing aftercare with the piercing on my tongue. And as soon as I know the flashes of pain are subsiding, I drive two fingers inside her, searching for her slick warmth.

When I consider they're fully covered in her, I pull them out and raise them until I'm sure she can see them. “This is how disgusted you are by me touching you.”

I smile, drawing my fingers inside my mouth, tasting her arousal. “I can definitely live with this.”

I take a second to search for a reaction from her, and all I can see is her cheeks turning fiery red. That's enough proof for me to return, and get a better taste of her. Sucking her clit between my lips, I tease it with the metal on my tongue, and my fingers dive in again until they find the spot that makes her hips buckle into the mattress. “You like that?”

I groan, knowing I'm not going to receive an answer this time around. I don't want to force one out of her. I just want her to admit to herself how badly she wants me between her legs.Her mouth might tell lies, but her body is a true traitor.

Continuing to grind my fingers on her inner walls, in short movements, I’m making sure I’ll bring her close to ecstasy with lightning speed.

Her lips press tightly together, trying to keep any moans locked inside, so they wouldn’t reach my ears, but she's only succeeding in puffing rapidly through her nostrils, betraying her fragile condition even more.

She can barely control herself as I increase the pace, driving my fingers in and out while they’re still playing with her sensitive nub.

I know she's close, yet she's trying to fight it. Maybe it's time to remind her of what I warned her about earlier.

“Don't worry, Ya'amar, you don't have to fight giving in to the pleasure. I won't let you come until you ask me to do it.”

Her eyes suddenly widen, filled with pride, letting me know I’ll never see that day. I guess she has no idea who she's dealing with—by the time I’m done with her, all she will ever think about is me burying myself inside of her as deep as our bodies can go before breaking, and then even further.

I slide my fingers out, only to replace them with my tongue, going in and out of her while my thumb traces circles on her throbbing clit. I tongue-fuck her as deep as I can, fast and rhythmically, until I feel her feet slipping on the sheet as she is trying to hold herself together. I can’t wait for the desolation to kick in because she's not going to receive what she needs. Not until she asks for it.

I stop, only gliding my mouth from her entrance to over her nub, keeping her there, though not allowing her to find release. I can feel her aching to come, but I'm not going to give it to her so easily. I'm prepared to edge her until the morning, and even the next morning, if that's what it takes for her to admit that she wants me to fuck her.