Until You Break (The Devout and the Damned #1)

48. His Sinner

Chapter forty-eight

His Sinner

His words wrap around me like a vice, tightening until I can’t breathe, but I don’t want to. I don’t need air; I need him.

I pull him closer, my fingers tangling in his hair, my body arching against his as I kiss him again. I kiss him like I’m trying to claim every part of him, like I’m trying to make up for five years of silence and pain.

His grip on my thighs tightens, his fingers digging into my skin with a bruising possession that makes my head spin. The cool metal of the car hood bites against my back, grounding me, contrasting sharply with the heat radiating from Dominic’s body.

He’s everywhere—his scent, his touch, his voice—filling every part of me that’s been hollow and aching for years. I gasp against his mouth, my fingers digging into the muscles of his back, pulling him closer, anchoring him to me. His pierced tongue slides against mine, a clash of heat and hunger.

I swear I can feel the years of tension, of distance, melting away with every stroke.

“You don’t get to take that back,” he says. “You don’t get to say you’re mine and then fucking run again.”

“I’m in this,” I whisper, my voice steady. “I’m not running anymore.”

He leans down, his forehead pressing against mine, our breaths mingling as his hands slide up my thighs, sinking into the softness of my hips.

“Good,” he murmurs, his voice raw. “Because I don’t think I could survive losing you again.”

My chest tightens at his words, and I pull him closer, needing to feel him, to anchor myself to the only thing that’s ever felt real.

“You won’t,” I say softly, my voice trembling. “You won’t lose me, Dominic. I’m yours.”

He groans, low and guttural, like the sound is being ripped from his chest, and his lips crash against mine again. His hands roam over my body, rough and violent, and I arch into him, my thighs trembling as his fingers dig painfully into my hips.

“This,” he mutters, his mouth trailing down my jaw to the sensitive spot just below my ear. “This is where you belong. Right here, under me. Mine.”

“And you’re mine,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “Don’t forget that.”

His lips curl into a smirk against my skin, and he leans back slightly, his hands gripping my hips as he looks down at me. “How could I forget, Little Sinner? You made damn sure I couldn’t.”

“Then show me,” I whisper, my voice daring, my body arching against him. “Show me I’m yours.”

His smirk returns, dark and dangerous, and his hands trail down to grip my thighs, spreading them wider. “Careful what you ask for, baby,” he says, his tone dripping with promise. “I don’t do things halfway.”

“I wouldn’t want you to,” I shoot back, my voice steady despite the way my pulse races.

He chuckles and leans down, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that’s softer this time. “Goddamn, I love you,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible, like the words are meant for him as much as they are for me.

The admission makes my chest ache, and I blink up at him, my throat tight. “I love you too,” I whisper, the words falling from my lips before I can think, before I can stop them.

Dominic doesn’t give me time to catch my breath before he’s lifting me into his arms like I weigh nothing, his lips meeting mine as he carries me out of the garage. My fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close, and I lose myself in the intensity of his kiss.

The familiar scent of motor oil and pine fills my senses as he strides through the house, each step purposeful and commanding. I barely register the halls and rooms we pass through—rooms I’ve seen before, during another lifetime, when things weren’t nearly this raw.

“Dominic,” I manage to gasp against his lips, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he tightens his grip on me.

“Shut up,” he growls as his mouth moves to my neck. His teeth graze the sensitive skin just below my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “You’ve had five years to talk. Now it’s my turn to show you exactly what you’ve been running from.”

His words send a surge of heat rushing through me, and I bite back a whimper as he pushes open the door to his bedroom with his foot. The room is dark, save for the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the windows.

He doesn’t hesitate. He strides to the bed and drops me onto it unceremoniously; the force making me bounce slightly against the mattress.

I barely have time to breathe before he’s on me again, his body covering mine, his hands gripping my wrists and pinning them above my head. He kisses me like I’m the air he needs to survive, his tongue slipping past my lips, the ball of his piercing grazing against mine in a way that sends a shiver racing down my spine.

I moan into his mouth; the sound swallowed by his low growl as he grinds his hard cock against my core.

“Goddamn,” he mutters against my lips, sending another wave of heat pooling low in my belly. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”

His hands slide down my sides, his calloused fingers leaving a burning trail in their wake as they reach the hem of my dress. In one swift motion, he pulls it over my head, tossing it to the floor without a second thought. His hands slide behind my back, unclasping my bra with practiced ease, and he tosses it aside as well.

His gaze drops, and I watch as his dark eyes drinking me in like I’m the most intoxicating thing he’s ever seen. I squirm under his intense scrutiny, but he stops me with a firm grip on my thigh, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.

My skin heats as his eyes trace every curve, every dip, every stretch mark. But instead of insecurity, I feel something else—power. Because the way he looks at me, like I’m his entire world, makes me feel invincible.

“You’re staring,” I whisper, trying to sound teasing, but my voice trembles, betraying the way my heart pounds in my chest.

“Damn right, I’m fucking staring,” he growls, leaning down to press a kiss to the curve of my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. “I’ve earned this. Every inch of you. Mine to worship. Mine to ruin.”

I arch into him, my fingers tangling in his hair, a gasp slipping past my lips as his teeth nip at the sensitive skin just above my collarbone.

“You’re so responsive,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. “Always have been. I love the way your body begs for me, even when your mouth fights me.”

“Shut up,” I manage to bite out, though the words lack any real venom.

He chuckles, the sound low and dark, vibrating against my chest as he moves lower, his lips brushing over the swell of my breasts.

“Make me,” he taunts, his tongue flicking against my skin, drawing another gasp from me.

My cheeks flush, but before I can respond, his mouth is on me again, his tongue circling one of my nipples, his teeth grazing it just enough to make my breath hitch. My back arches off the bed, a moan slipping past my lips as his tongue flicks over me, the cool ball of his piercing a sharp contrast to the heat of his mouth.

He drags my panties down my legs, leaving me bare before him. His hands linger on my thighs, his fingers tracing the soft curves, his gaze never leaving mine.

“Look at this gorgeous fucking pussy,” he groans, running his thumb down my slit and pushing it inside. I arch my back from the bed and he chuckles. “My needy little slut, do you need my cock or my mouth?”

“Anything, please, Dominic,” I moan, not giving a fuck if I sound desperate. Then he leans down, pressing his lips to my inner thigh, and his stubble sends shivers across my skin.

“So fucking greedy,” he mutters, his hands gripping my thighs and spreading them wider. His tongue is hot against my pussy, and I can’t stop the cry that escapes my lips, my hands clutching at the sheets.

The way he moves, the way he knows exactly how to unravel me, leaves me breathless, trembling, completely at his mercy.

“Dom,” I whimper, the name falling from my lips like a prayer, like a plea, and his grip tightens, his fingers digging into my thighs as he pulls me closer.

“That’s right, baby,” he murmurs, his voice muffled against my skin. “Let me hear you.”

My mind goes blank, the only thing I can focus on is him—his mouth, his hands, the way he takes me apart piece by piece, only to put me back together again, stronger, more whole. He fucks me hard with his fingers, curling them inside of me while his mouth fucking destroys me.

When he finally pulls back, his lips glistening and his chest heaving. He crawls up my body, his hands bracketing my head, and he just stares down at me.

“I want your fucking soul, Aria,” he says, his tone soft. “Not just your body, not just your heart—everything. I want to be the reason you wake up in the morning and the reason you can’t sleep at night. I want to own every thought, every breath, every fucking inch of you.”

Dominic doesn’t give me time to process his words before his lips crash into mine again, his hands tightening on my face as if he can’t stand even a second of distance between us. His kiss is hungry, consuming, like he’s trying to pull every part of me into him.

I can feel the raw emotion beneath his rough exterior, the way his body trembles slightly as he presses into me, like he’s just as overwhelmed by this as I am. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark, almost feral, and he stares down at me with an intensity that makes my pulse thunder in my ears.

Without a word, he grabs the hem of his shirt and yanks it over his head, tossing it carelessly to the floor.

The hard planes of his chest and stomach are on full display now, tattoos and scars painting a story of violence and survival. My gaze drops to the gleam of his pierced nipples, the faint light catching on the metal, and I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry.

“Like what you see?” he taunts, a dangerous smirk playing at his lips.

I nod, my throat too tight to speak, and his smirk deepens, his hands already working the button on his jeans. He shoves them down with no hesitation, kicking them off along with his boots, and my breath catches as he stands there, gloriously bare, his pierced length in his hand.

He strokes himself slowly, his gaze never leaving mine, and the raw hunger in his eyes sends a shiver down my spine. Then he climbs onto the bed, settling between my legs, his hands trailing down my thighs, spreading them wider.

“I’m taking you bare,” he says, gripping the flesh of my thighs. “Take a breath, baby. I want it to hurt.”

His words are a shot of adrenaline straight to my system, and my body reacts before my mind can catch up—legs trembling, chest rising and falling in rapid breaths as I brace for what’s coming.

He leans down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, and the heat of him is all-consuming. “But don’t worry,” he murmurs, his voice low, almost a growl. “I’ll make you love it.”

His hand slips between us, gripping himself, and my breath hitches as I feel the blunt heat of him against my entrance. He doesn’t push in right away. Instead, he drags the head against me slowly, coating himself in my arousal.

It’s a torment, the kind only he can deliver, and I arch beneath him, my hands clutching at his shoulders. “Dominic…” I breathe, my voice trembling, and his gaze snaps to mine.

“What is it, baby?” he asks, mockingly sweet. “Want me to stop? Or do you want me to fuck you so hard you forget your own name?”

I bite my lip, the words caught in my throat. He leans down, his mouth claiming mine in a bruising kiss, swallowing the whimper that escapes me as he pushes forward, just the tip, stretching me with a slow, torturous precision.

“Take it, Aria,” he says, his voice tight, his teeth gritted like he’s barely holding himself back. “Take all of me.”

Then he slams into me. Hard.

The burn is sharp, searing, and I can’t tell if it’s pleasure or pain—or both. It steals my breath and causes my vision to blur. His hands slide up my body, one bracing beside my head, the other wrapping around my throat, firm but not squeezing. Just enough to anchor me.

“Fuck,” he groans, his voice raw. “You feel better than I remember. So…fucking tight.”

I can barely think, let alone respond, but it doesn’t matter. He pulls back, just enough to make me feel the drag of him, and then he slams back in. The piercings add a delicious pressure, and I can’t stop the moan that escapes my lips, my body arching into him.

He doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up, and somehow that’s what keeps me from falling apart.

“You feel that?” he growls, leaning down until his forehead presses against mine. “That’s what it means to be mine. No one else will ever touch you like this. No one else will ever have this.”

I can’t respond. Words are impossible, torn from me with every thrust, every delicious, agonizing inch he gives me. But my nails dig into his back, my body arching into his, and that’s answer enough.

“Say it,” he demands, his voice rough. “Say who owns you, Aria.”

“You!” I scream. “Always you!”

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, my body meeting him with every thrust.

The tension builds, coiling tight in my stomach, and I know I’m close, the pleasure cresting like a wave that’s about to break.

“Let go,” he murmurs, his voice soft but commanding. “I’ve got you, baby. Just let go.”

His movements quicken, his control slipping, as he shifts his grip, his hand sliding down my body, his thumb finding the bundle of nerves at my core, and I shatter, crying out as the world blurs and he drives me through the storm.

He swallows my cries with a kiss, his tongue sliding against mine as he drives me higher, his pace relentless. Dominic doesn’t stop, doesn’t falter, chasing his own release like a man possessed. And when he finally finds it, spilling himself inside me with a raw, guttural sound, he collapses.

For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing, our bodies tangled and spent. Then, he lifts his head, his eyes meeting mine, softer now but no less intense.

“You’re not running again,” he murmurs, his voice soft and laced with exhaustion. “You’re not just mine. You’re my fucking religion. And I’ll worship you, even if it kills me.”

I nod, my fingers brushing against his hair as I whisper, “I’m not going anywhere.”