Chapter 22
Sinclair
Josette sighed. “You need me.”
“I do.”
“Why?” She peered down at me with such animosity on her face, yet her eyes were questioning me. Hoping I’d provide the right answer.
One that would allow her to trust me.
“You’re right about me,” I managed.
“What am I so right about?”
“That I’m not really living.”
“Why aren’t you, Sin? You have everything anyone could want.”
The truth wasn’t necessarily going to set me free.
“Not everything. I don’t have my fiancée.” I glanced into her eyes, curious as to her reaction. Her face fell as if experiencing the pain herself.
“What happened?” She was genuinely concerned, which was very much her personality.
I took another swig of my drink. “She was killed. Murdered by an enemy. Her name was Callista. We’d gone out to dinner and I had to stop for gas.
She wanted to get something from the convenience store for Sadie.
I told her to stay in the car, but she was hardheaded.
Just like you are. Anyway, as soon as she came out, a car pulled up.
I should have known something was wrong when Sadie jumped out the open window.
It was all over quickly. I had my back to them.
Shots were fired. I pulled my weapon, but by that point, the gunman and his accomplice had jumped back into the waiting vehicle.
I fired shots, but they got away. When I raced around to the other side, both Sadie and Callista were lying in a pool of blood. ”
“Oh, my God. Oh, Sinclair. I am… I am so sorry.”
She rested her hand on my shoulder while I tossed back half the glass of whiskey, slowly lowering it to the table.
“Why? Why kill them?”
“They simply wanted to destroy my family. To cause pain. It worked too. For a while I could barely function. But I had my revenge and moved on.”
“Who did it?”
Another laugh. Another memory I didn’t want. “Some low-level man I’d tossed out of our organization. He was angry with me. Before you ask, his death was delicious.”
She moved onto the couch beside me, placing her glass on the table. “People are monsters.”
“Yes, they can be. Including myself.”
“No, you’re not. You just pretend to be one. Don’t allow the tragedy to rule you.”
When I looked her in the eye, the connection we shared was entirely different. As if she’d just reminded herself not to allow her past to take away anything she wanted in the future.
I laughed bitterly. “Then you don’t know much about me.
I deserved to lose her given who and what I am, but neither she nor Sadie deserved to die because of me.
Pain is something I’ve grown accustomed to, although grief is the greatest enemy of all, preventing you from functioning as you normally would. ”
After a heavy exhale, I turned to face her, cupping both sides of her face.
There were no other words to say, no promises.
She was simply my possession, a woman to enjoy then toss away and nothing more.
At least that’s what I’d told myself countless times.
But the closeness, the way I felt when she walked into a room, while possessive, held other qualities I’d thought long dead.
I wanted to spend time with her. I wanted to taste her. To feel her in my arms.
As I rubbed my thumbs across her cheeks, I could still feel the moisture. Somehow, the cool liquid burned the tips of my fingers.
I pulled her closer, dragging my thumb across her mouth.
She parted her lips, a single moan escaping.
I could also hear the crackling sound of the current electrifying the entire room.
Fucking her before had been about asserting my dominance over her.
Now I would take my time savoring her sweet flesh, devouring her pretty pink pussy.
Her lower lip quivering, she planted her palms against my chest, her eyes searching mine as they’d done so many times before. Every inch of her was trembling, her breath skipping. She had no understanding of what I could or would do to her.
I slid one hand around the back of her neck, keeping my grip firm as I lowered my head. When she dug her fingers into my chest, I issued a single growl before brushing my lips across hers. The hint of wine mixing with the taste of my drink was even more enticing.
“I’ve asked you before. Now, I want an honest answer. Are you afraid of me, Josette?”
“I was, but not any longer.”
“Tsk. Tsk. You should be.” Although in truth, I didn’t want her so fearful she wouldn’t confide in me.
I devoured her mouth, immediately pressing her lips open, yet I held back from taking everything I wanted.
The feel of her was spectacular, the driving sensations coursing through my veins like rocket fuel.
The taste was even sweeter and as I swept my tongue inside, she clung to me. The heat of her body was incredible. When I pulled away, she dared drag her tongue across her bottom lip.
“You’re a pussy cat,” she purred.
“You’re such a challenge.”
Mewing, she crumpled my shirt with one of her hands, tugging absently.
The connection we shared was obvious. So strong.
So exciting. And so very wrong. Too bad I’d never been the kind of man to follow anyone’s rules.
I didn’t want her to get too comfortable, pretending as if this was anything other than what it was.
I squeezed her neck, dragging her even closer, the gasp coming from her mouth further provoking the sadist inside. No longer able to hold back, I thrust my tongue inside, exploring every inch of her sweet mouth, the kiss rougher than before.
She struggled in my hold as my fingers dug in, slamming her fists against me.
There was no getting out of my hold, no chance that she could escape.
Within seconds, the roar of passion became combustible, leaving us both breathless.
Animalistic growls erupted from my darkness, the scent of her excitement turning me into a relentless savage who knew no bounds.
Our tongues entwining, every cell on fire, I raked my hand around her neck, yanking at the edge of her robe until I managed to expose her breast. How dare she enter my space while only wearing a robe. How foolish of her to think there was any decency inside of me.
She should know better, yet she didn’t seem to care. This woman had no idea the kind of power she had over me.
Josette twisted her hands, her actions able to rip my shirt from the tight confines of my trousers.
Her moans became more intense, the muted sound sweeter than any music.
Yet I longed for her to scream out my name.
There was no denying what I craved, no ability to break free from my brutal needs. I was a man without a conscience.
And as she’d suspected before, very lonely.
As I sucked on her tongue, she pushed against me once again, but this time she arched her back, her body no longer tense.
When I broke the kiss, I fisted her hair, yanking her head back several inches, exposing her long neck.
I rubbed my lips across her jaw ever so slowly before rolling them down the side of her neck, swirling my tongue around her pulse of life.
Her eyes were closed, the soft purring sounds deliciously ragged.
“Imagine when I lick your wet pussy,” I whispered, raking my teeth back and forth across her skin.
She panted, still fighting me, forever defiant.
“The second I shove my cock into your tight channel, will you scream?” My fingers flexed open, I rubbed my hand down her chest, cupping and squeezing her breast.
“No.” So defensive. So powerful in her own right.
I was tingling inside, the anticipation of claiming every inch of her almost too much to ignore.
“Mmm… I think you’re lying to me and I think you know better than to lie to a man like me.
Imagine what I could do to you.” The second I pinched her nipple between my fingers, she released a series of whimpers, yanking at my shirt until at least one of the buttons popped.
While every touch we’d shared had been incredible, when she slid her hand underneath the material, her fingers dancing over my skin delicately, I almost lost it.
Stars floated in front of my eyes, the adrenaline rush double what it had been.
I was on fire, the flames so hot they threatened to consume me.
I ripped at her sash, easily able to tug the hindrance away.
She responded by raking her nails down my chest, fighting to push away from me.
While she almost succeeded, I snagged her ankle, dragging her back and forcing her to lie on the couch.
I leaned over, shaking my head. “That was a very bad thing to do, Josette. Fighting me isn’t in your best interest.”
I pulled apart her robe, forced to take a deep breath as I peered down at her long legs, rounded hips, and thin waist. Every inch of her was perfect, unblemished.
I could envision her with tattoos of ownership, her bottom constantly a warm blush.
The thought made my cock swell from need.
She gasped when I bent her knees, forcing her legs wide open.
“Oh, I…” Josette pushed up from the cushions, her eyes glowing in the light, a combination of fear and excitement in them as much a turn-on as anything else.
I blew across her tummy before settling between her legs, enjoying the fact that she was already wet, pussy juice trickling along the insides of both thighs. I adored the way she kept her polished toes pointed, the bright red exactly the hue she would select. So full of fire.
The scent of her was driving me wild, the way her lips pursed like a punch in the gut.
As I swirled the tip of my tongue around her clit, she bucked up, smashing her fists against the couch. With every ounce of her being, she longed to fight, to shove aside her own burning desire. Somewhere deep inside, she knew it was no use.
I’d already captured the woman inside, chaining her for myself, dragging her from the pits of self-denial.