Chapter Twenty-Two #2
I don’t even have time to answer before his hands clutch my thighs, his fingers gripping my panties and tearing them from me like lifeless scraps.
I grin as he hauls me onto the bed as if I weigh nothing.
The black sheets are cool against my back, the dark wood frame groaning as he drops his jeans to his ankles.
His hard cock instantly standing at attention, making my breath catch when he crawls over me, thick and hard already pressing against my waiting pussy.
His mouth claims mine again, teeth catching my bottom lip, tongue pushing past like he owns me. I moan into him, fingers clawing down his naked back, desperate.
“Spread for me,” he rumbles, forcing my thighs wide. His fingers drag through me, slow and deliberate, and I whimper when he finds me slick and needy. His grin curves wickedly, predatory. “You’re dripping for me already. You want my cock inside you that bad, wildcat?”
“Yes.” I gasp, shameless.
He presses the thick head of his cock to my entrance, sliding just the tip inside.
The stretch makes me shudder, my body clenching around him, desperate for more.
But before I can savor it, he pulls out again with a low, taunting laugh.
“Not yet,” he rasps, his voice gravel-rough.
“I like you like this… hungry, restless. Makes me want to see how far I can push you.”
A moan breaks out of me, ragged and raw. My nails dig into his shoulders, my hips jerking in frustration, but he only pushes back inside a little deeper, stretching me with a groan that vibrates through my chest.
I gasp, my eyes rolling back as my body convulses around him. “Sin, please!”
He grins, dark and merciless. “Hear that? That’s my greedy little wildcat begging.
You don’t get my cock just because you ask nice.
” He slides halfway in this time, filling me enough that I can barely breathe, my walls fluttering around him, desperate to drag him deeper.
Just when I think he’ll give me everything, he pulls out again, dragging himself over my clit so I jolt, gasping at the shock of sensation.
“Fuck,” I cry out, tears stinging my eyes. “I need it. I need you!”
His laugh is dark, low, and dangerous. “Yeah, you need it. I can feel your pussy trying to suck me in. But need isn’t enough, Elizabeth. I want to see you fall apart for me.”
The ache is unbearable, my body trembling, slick and ready. He teases me again, this time nearly all the way inside, stretching me until I’m right on the brink, lights dancing behind my eyelids.
And then he pulls out again.
Gone.
Empty.
Leaving me gasping, shaking, so close to orgasm I could scream.
Rage tears through me, tangled with lust, snapping the last thread of restraint. I glare up at him, my voice feral and breathless. “If you don’t fuck me right now, Sin, I’ll take it myself.” My hips surge upward, desperate to impale myself on him, daring him to deny me again.
His grin disappears, replaced with a growl that rumbles from deep in his chest. “The fuck you will.” And then he slams into me, hard and merciless, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. The stretch of his thick cock rips a moan from my throat, my body seizing around him, the edging making the invasion so overwhelming I see stars.
“Christ,” he snarls, his forehead pressing against mine, sweat streaming down our faces. “So fucking tight. It’s like your pussy’s choking the life out of my cock.”
I cling to him, nails clawing at his back, as he sets a savage rhythm that pushes the bed, causing it to slam against the wall, each thrust a punishment and a promise.
But this time, I don’t just take it.
Something inside me snaps, not the guilt this time, but the hunger. The need to stop being a passenger. To prove that I can take just as much as I give.
Before he can thrust again, I slam my palms into his chest. He grunts, surprised, as I shove him onto his back. In one wild, desperate movement, I climb on top, straddling his hips, my hair falling loose and untamed.
His grin spreads instantly, feral, his chest rising and falling under me. “Well, look at you,” he drawls, voice low, approving. “My wildcat’s got claws.”
“Damn right I do,” I rasp, grabbing his cock and guiding him myself.
The power rush is instant, intoxicating, my pulse hammering in my ears.
I sink down slowly, deliberately, watching his face go from cocky to wrecked as I take every inch.
The stretch burns and thrills all at once, molten heat spilling through me as I seat myself fully, grinding against him.
“Fuck,” he mumbles, fists clenching in the sheets. “Look at you, ridin’ my cock like you own it.”
“I do right now, bossman,” I shoot back, my voice hoarse but fierce.
He growls deep in his chest, his hands gripping my hips like iron, but I slam down harder, riding him at my own pace, gasping when he hits me deep. The friction is brutal, dirty, relentless.
I lean forward, nails dragging down his chest, leaving sharp red trails over muscle and ink.
His breath hitches. I don’t stop. Instead, I catch his wrists, pinning them above his head against the mattress.
His eyes flare, surprise flickering as I press my weight down.
“Don’t move,” I whisper, wild and breathless.
His growl is a half laugh, half warning. “Jesus, wildcat… didn’t think you had it in you.”
I smirk, letting my wild side take over. “You’re not in charge tonight. I am.”
Before he can reply, my hand slides from his wrists to his throat. I press, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to steal a little of his breath. His eyes go darker instantly, his cock twitching inside me as a low, mischievous smirk crosses his face.
“You like that?” I hiss, rolling my hips in a punishing grind. “Like me using you? Watching me fuck you the way I want?”
His groan is guttural, completely wrecked. “Fuck, you’re gonna break me.” His cock slams up to meet me, hard and unrestrained. “But don’t you dare fucking stop.”
The power surging through me is dizzying. I ride him harder, wilder, choking him lightly as his chest bucks beneath me. I lower my mouth to his throat, biting hard enough to make him hiss, then licking the sting. His shock fuels me, makes me moan into his skin as I brand him with my teeth.
“You’re mine tonight,” I whisper against the mark, grinding down until I’m trembling.
I release one of his hands, and his thumb instantly finds my clit, circling ruthlessly and relentlessly. Sparks explode behind my eyes. My entire body trembles, thighs quaking as fire races through my veins.
“S-Sin,” my voice cracks, shattering with the intensity.
“Come on my cock,” he snarls hoarsely, fighting against my grip but letting me hold him down. “Show me how bad you need me.”
I snap, my orgasm detonating, violent and all-consuming. A moan rips out of me, my vision flashing white as I seize around him, clenching tight, writhing.
“Jesus fuck,” he growls out, breathless, eyes wide, untamed, like he can’t believe what I’ve just done. He snaps with me, slamming up into me hard, brutal, as his own climax rips through him. His roar shakes the walls, his cock jerking inside me, release hot and raw, pulsing deep.
I collapse forward, sweat-slick, trembling, still clutching his throat until I realize my hand is still there. I pull back, breath ragged, and meet his stunned, hungry gaze.
His arms wrap around me instantly, caging me against him, his voice rough against my ear. “You drive me fucking crazy, Elizabeth. Next time…” His teeth graze my jaw, savage and promising. “Next time, I’m tying you down. See how much fight you really have in you.”
A shiver runs through me, not with fear but in anticipation. Because I know there will be a next time.
We collapse together, tangled in sheets that smell like him and sex, both of us breathing hard, hearts racing in sync.
And for a long time, we just lay here. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my skin, circles, lines, and shapes that might mean something or nothing.
My head rests on his chest, rising and falling with each breath he takes.
This is real intimacy.
Not the physical connection we just shared, but this, the quiet aftermath, the vulnerability of just being together without pretense.
“I don’t know who I am anymore.” The words slip out on a quiet whisper before I can stop them, raw and honest in the darkness.
His hand stills on my back for a moment, then continues its gentle exploration. “You’re someone trying to do the right thing. That’s who you are.”
If only he knew how wrong he is.
How I’m lying to him with every breath, every touch, every moment we spend together.
The guilt crashes over me again, threatening to pull me under. But Sin’s arms tighten around me, like he can sense the shift in my mood.
“Whatever you’re thinking about…” he says, his voice rough with exhaustion. “Stop. Just be here. With me. Right now.”
So I do.
I push away the guilt, the fear, and the knowledge that this can’t last.
I let myself exist in this one moment—safe, wanted, held by a man who doesn’t even know my real name.
Eventually, we both drift into an exhausted sleep, our bodies still intertwined.