Chapter Fifteen #3
I thread my fingers through his hair and push his face down. He smirks like Lucifer himself as he disappears beneath my dress, tongue instantly circling my clit. Pleasure rockets through me, my head falling back as a moan rips from my throat.
Outside, fireworks crackle. Bass thuds from the clubhouse stereo, mingling with laughter and cheers, but in here, it’s only his mouth, his tongue, his heat.
He doesn’t tease. His mouth latches onto my clit like he owns it, tongue circling, flicking, sucking with brutal precision. My cry echoes off the steel walls, drowning beneath the muffled roar of fireworks and music outside.
“Fuck… Sin!” I gasp, fisting his hair through the mask straps. My hips buck helplessly, grinding against his face, but he pins me down, spreading me wider with calloused hands on my thighs.
He groans into me, the vibration so deep it ricochets through my core. “You taste so fucking sweet,” he growls the words out against my pussy. “You like riding my face? Huh? You like using me?”
“Y-yes!” I cry, shame and lust tangling into one jagged ache.
He drags his tongue flat and slow through my folds, then spears it inside me, fucking me with his mouth until I’m panting like a wild thing. Then he’s back on my clit, unyielding, alternating hard flicks with devastating suction. My body bows off the bench, my mask slipping as I fight to breathe.
“I can’t—”
“Yes, you fucking can,” he snarls, lips wet, his tongue ruthless. “Come in my mouth, wildcat. Mark me with it.”
“Shit, Sin, just like that.” I gasp, gripping his hair tighter.
He groans against me, his voice a deep growl.
“You taste as good as you look, wildcat. Don’t hold back.
” He works me with his mouth, persistent and precise, until I’m trembling on the bench, my mask slipping, my breath ragged.
My thighs clamp around his head, but he pries them apart easily, palms holding me open, dominating even as he worships.
“S-Sin…” My voice cracks. “I need—”
“I know what you need.” His words vibrate against me, sending shockwaves through my core. “Say it.”
“Please,” I whimper. “Please…”
He pulls back, lips slick, eyes dark through the mask. “Not yet.”
My whole body jerks with frustration, thighs trembling from the orgasm he’s denied me. The ache is unbearable, sharp as hunger, my clit throbbing with every beat of my racing pulse.
He rises to his full height, looming, alpha to the core.
With a deliberate flick, he shrugs off his leather cut and sets it beside me on the gold, the patchwork glinting in the light like something sacred and dangerous.
Then, slow as sin, he undoes the buttons on his shirt, one by one, while his gaze never leaves me.
I swallow hard, chest heaving. The black silk parts, revealing hard ridges of muscle I’ve been dreaming about touching. My fingers itch to trace, to map every line, but guilt claws at me, too, reminding me I shouldn’t want this.
But I do.
God help me, I do.
The leather lies beside me, smelling of smoke and power. Sin’s voice cuts through, rough and commanding. “You’re going to think about this every time you smell leather, Elizabeth.”
A shiver runs through me. He’s right. I already know he’s right.
I can only nod, trembling, my throat too tight to speak.
He palms his erection through his slacks, and my breath hitches. When he frees himself, hard and heavy in his grip, my eyes widen, heat flooding between my thighs. Instinctively, my knees press together, a futile attempt at shielding myself from just how much I want him.
He notices. Of course, he notices. He steps in, grabbing my jaw gently but firmly, tilting my face up to his. His voice drops to a dangerous murmur. “You on birth control, wildcat?”
The question jolts through me. “What?”
“Answer me!”
“Yes,” I whisper, heart hammering. “I am.”
His grin is quick, predatory. “Good. Because I don’t want any layers between us.
I want to feel every inch of you, and I need you to feel all of me.
I’m fucking you bare.” He presses closer, the thick head of him nudging against my slick entrance.
His voice drops to a growl. “You ready for me, wildcat?”
The words land like a lightning strike, guilt and need colliding so hard it steals the breath from my lungs. My thighs tremble, my body clenching with want. “Yes!” I breathe hard, raw, full of guilt, but so fucking desperate.
He drags me to the edge of the bench, his big hands sliding beneath my thighs, lifting and spreading me wide. The cold air licks across my swollen flesh, making me shiver, but it’s nothing compared to the heat of him pressing into me.
Then he thrusts forward. Not hard. Not fast. A slow, merciless drive until he’s inside me, stretching me open around his cock.
“Fuck,” Sin groans, his head snapping back for a beat before his mask presses against mine again.
His voice is rough, ragged, like he’s fighting for control.
“Tight as a goddamn vice. This pussy was made for me.”
A sharp cry rips from my throat. My nails bite into his shoulders, clawing for an anchor as my body seizes at the sudden invasion.
The first shock is brutal, almost too much, a raw ache deep inside me, but it melts so quickly into a blazing pleasure that my entire body arches into him, desperate for more.
Every nerve ending is alive, sparking, overwhelmed by the sheer fullness of him.
My mask shifts with the force of my gasp, my breath fogging against his as I cling to him.
Inside, guilt claws at me, hissing that this is betrayal.
But the truth is louder. My body wants this man, wants every ruthless inch of him, and there’s no stopping it now.
He holds there, buried to the hilt, chest pressed hard against mine, his heartbeat pounding like war drums. His mask brushes mine as he leans in, his voice a growl hot against my lips.
“This is what you want,” he says, rough and primal.
“Right here, on my gold, while they’re out there celebrating a new year.
You wanted to know what it feels like to be fucked by me, wildcat. To live on the edge?”
He draws back and thrusts, deep and brutal, making the bench groan.
The sound of gold clinking fills the room with every movement.
My fingers scrabble against the wood until they find something cold—one of the nuggets—and I grip it tight, its weight grounding me as my body flames in that inferno that only ignites for him.
Sin sets a rhythm, punishing and precise, his cock slamming into me again and again, the force rattling through my bones. His teeth graze my neck as if he wants to mark me, and I arch into him, wanting it, needing it.
“Fuck, Sin!” I gasp, vision blurring. “I’m so close.”
“You feel so fucking good,” he snarls against my ear.
“So tight around me. Come for me. Right here. Show me.” His thumb finds my clit, circling in time with his thrusts, each stroke harder, faster, building me higher until I’m hanging on by a thread.
Heat blooms low in my belly, coiling tighter with every pass of his fingers, every brutal slam of his cock.
My thighs tremble uncontrollably, muscles clenching as though my body is bracing for the impact it knows is coming.
My back bows off the bench, my masked face tilting toward the ceiling as fireworks explode outside, the muffled booms vibrating through the air like they’re inside me.
A flush of molten heat races over my skin, prickling across my chest, my breasts, my throat.
My eyes squeeze shut, colors sparking behind my lids, every nerve firing as if the whole world is narrowing to this single, devastating point.
My breath comes in jagged gasps, shallow and desperate. My nails claw the gold, my knuckles white as I fight to hold on. The coil inside me is pulled so tight it’s ready to snap, dragging me right to the edge—
But just when I think I’m about to fall apart, he pulls out, leaving me empty.
I cry out in frustration, body quaking, my pussy spasming helplessly around nothing, the orgasm torn away at the last second. My legs shake violently, my whole body wracked with aftershocks of the climax that almost was.
“What the fuck—”
“Not yet,” he cuts in, his voice dark with amusement. “I’m not finished with you.”
Before I can catch my breath, he grabs me, flipping me onto my stomach across the bench. My gown rides up over my hips as he forces me down. My cheek lands against something rough and familiar—his leather cut. The heavy scent of smoke, sweat, and oil fills my lungs, branding me in his world.
“Yeah,” he growls, pressing my face harder into it. “Breathe me in, wildcat. You’re mine now.”
My palms slam against the bench, fumbling blindly until they close around cold, jagged gold. Nuggets dig into my skin as I clutch them, their weight biting into my hands, the perfect reminder of exactly how dangerous this is.
Sin kicks my legs apart, spreading me wide.
“Look at you,” he snarls, lining himself up again.
“Mask on, cheek on my cut, fists full of illegal gold. You’re so fucking dirty for me.
” He thrusts into me from behind, hard and deep, making me scream into the leather beneath my cheek.
The new angle devastates me, hitting that raw, perfect spot over and over, his cock stretching me, filling me until my body bows against the bench.
“Sin!” I cry, voice muffled in his cut.
“Take it,” he grits, one hand tangled in my hair to arch my head back, the other bruising my hip. “Take all of me, wildcat. I don’t stop until you’re wrecked.”
Each thrust jolts the bench, sending gold clinking, spilling, scattering beneath us. My fingers clutch tighter around it, the nuggets cutting deep into my palms as if the world is demanding I remember the sin of this moment.
Inside, guilt claws, but my body is too far gone. The heat, the stretch, the leather under my face, Sin’s voice in my ear—it all fuses together until nothing else exists.
“I… oh God… I can’t—”
“Yes, you fucking can,” he snarls, voice raw and vibrating against my skin. His free hand slides down, rough fingers finding my clit and circling with brutal precision, his thumb pressing just enough to make my body jolt. “You’re going to come for me. On my cut. On my gold. Bare and raw. Mine.”
The words detonate inside me. My entire body bows, muscles locking as the coil inside me snaps.
Pleasure tears through me like an electric current, violent and unstoppable.
I scream into the leather under my cheek, the sound muffled, feral, as my mask shifts against my face.
My pussy clamps down around him in tight, relentless pulses, wet heat flooding where we’re joined.
My thighs shake violently, my vision flares white with bursts of color behind my lids, and for a breathless heartbeat, I’m sure I’m going to black out.
Sin groans, a low, guttural sound that’s almost a growl, hips pistoning with frantic, unrestrained thrusts as he feels me shatter around him.
“Fuck… Elizabeth… fuck! That’s it…” His voice breaks on a ragged moan.
He braces one hand on the bench beside my head, the other gripping my hip so hard it’s going to bruise, pulling me back onto him as he drives deep, deeper, chasing his own release.
His cock jerks inside me, thick and hot, and his whole body locks up.
His forehead drops to the back of my neck, his mask scraping my skin, his breath coming in harsh, uneven bursts.
“Fuuuck,” he snarls into my ear, then roars as he spills inside me, each pulse of his release forcing another guttural sound from his chest. He shudders violently, hips still rolling, pushing himself as deep as he can, marking me in every way.
I collapse forward, cheek still pressed to his cut, the scent of leather and sweat filling my lungs, my hands gripping gold so tightly the jagged edges bite into my palms, proof of the madness I’ve given in to.
Proof that I was here.
My body trembles, boneless, drenched in sweat and Sin’s claim, aftershocks rolling through me so hard my legs won’t stop shaking.
I’m limp, boneless, still trembling as he braces a hand beside my head, breathing like he’s been running. For a long moment, we stay like that, sweat-slicked skin, masks askew, fireworks echoing outside while gold glints around us.
Finally, he pulls back slightly, still holding my hips as if reluctant to let me go. A slow, lazy chuckle escapes him. “I’ve wanted to do that since I first saw you, Elizabeth.”
My heart sinks even as my fingers rise to trace the edge of his mask. “I’m not supposed to get involved with you… because of work.”
His grin is the pure devil. “I won’t tell them if you don’t.”
“We can’t do this again, Sin. It’s not professional.” The words taste like ash.
He studies me for a beat, disappointment flickering before he masks it, and he moves to put his shirt back on. “I understand…” He steps back, the distance a cold rush as he begins buttoning his shirt. “It was nice while it lasted, wildcat.”
But my clit still throbs, my body still sings, and I can’t stop.
Even if I wanted to.
“Though…” I let my voice drop, heat sliding back into it. “I did tell you that you could have tonight.”
His brow rises while I step away from the bench, toward him this time, fingers trailing down his chest. “And technically, there’s still a few more hours left until the sun rises…
so, if you have more left in the tank, then I guess we could squeeze in a few more rounds before we really must end this. ”
Sin’s grin turns feral. “Oh, Elizabeth, there’s no way you’re gonna be able to walk tomorrow.
” He sweeps me up, slinging me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing.
I squeal as he strides to the door, kicking it open.
The noise of the party roars back in around us while he carries me through the crowd toward his room.
“I hope you’re ready, wildcat,” he grumbles. “Because if I only get you for one night, we’re going to make the most of it.”