Chapter 6
Sinclair
I certainly hadn’t intended on fucking the beautiful woman.
Granted, I’d had my share of lurid thoughts, but taking even a taste was something I’d decided was bad for both of us.
Josette wasn’t like the other women I’d dated.
They all knew their place very quickly, most unaffected by my cold demeanor or the fact I left them as soon as the passion had finished.
That’s not something I wanted to do with Josette and it certainly was not something she deserved. However, I had to face facts. I wasn’t going to see her again. This wasn’t destiny and once she discovered who I was, she’d realize I was a reprehensible choice for her.
There were no illusions about the man I’d become. Maybe I wasn’t as forceful or downright evil like Alexander, who controlled darkness and his sadistic needs as if using wielding black magic instead of weapons. However, that didn’t change how dangerous being around me could be for anyone.
That was definitely not something the feisty woman deserved. No matter how caustic her mouth or how formidable her attitude.
That didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy spending time with her.
Even if I’d fucked up breakfast, a frying pan, and would need to pay for a paint job in her kitchen to get rid of the horrible stench. All worth it for even a taste of her mouth. Yet now that I’d had her sweet pussy, I wanted more.
I drove her against the wall with enough force we both laughed. The hard rattle as items fell to the floor somewhere near us brought a smile to her face and a leer to mine.
“You’re one brutal man,” she huffed, blowing hair from her face as she clawed at my shoulder, raking her nails down my back.
There was nothing hotter than a woman who could enjoy herself. I’d had my doubts about her. Until she’d appeared in the goddamn towel. What the fuck had she been thinking, teasing a bad man in such an egregious way? Didn’t she know the kind of man she’d invited into her home?
I’d been momentarily shocked by the sight of her, instantly hungering to rip the towel away. The second she’d looked at me with her big doe eyes, I’d lost all sense of control.
Just as I was doing right now.
Touching her. Tasting her. Fucking her. All of it felt right. Maybe I was just a selfish prick.
God, I couldn’t stand having my cock naked without her sweet pussy muscles clamping down.
“Oh, you’re bad,” she moaned as she pressed her knees into me.
“You have no idea.”
I arched my back, able to wrap one hand around my dick and place the tip against her slickened pussy.
When I slammed my hand against the wall, she jumped, moaning as I thrust the entire length of my cock inside.
I wasn’t unlike any other man who longed to have his name screamed by the woman he was fucking.
“I won’t let you fall,” I managed.
“You better not.”
“Oh, yeah?” When I purposely bent my knees, she smashed her hand against the wall, laughing, the sound throaty and incredible. I could easily do this for hours. “Sin. Dear God. Sin. Don’t stop.”
I had no intention of stopping. Not for a long time.
The first time she’d whispered my name, I’d been fueled. The second had made me insatiable. Now, I wanted nothing more than for her to climax again.
I pulled almost all the way out, pushing my hips forward almost to an awkward angle before plunging into her again. The way she continuously stared at me was unnerving, but I’d likely made her the same with my continued act of domination.
We were pushing each other’s buttons, but I wasn’t certain either one of us cared. This was really all about foreplay.
The dangerous kind.
She dug her knees into me harder, gripping my shoulder. When she managed to dig her long nails into my skin, I hoped she’d leave marks. Just like I was going to do with her.
The taste of her had already become irresistible. Even her expressions, including when she was furious with me, were adorable.
I hammered into her, the force pushing the breath from her lungs and jarring the pictures on the wall. It didn’t matter to me in the least. I was eager to fill her with my seed as some barbaric act of claiming possession.
Her pussy muscles clamped around the thick invasion, pulling me in even deeper. She was so goddamn wet, her body so hot that every inch of me was on fire. I could easily spend the entire day fucking her, allowing her to experience the full realm of pleasure.
If only there weren’t obligations to meet. The fucker was still on ice.
Yet I had no desire to engage in business for any reason.
Even to protect our empire.
He’d wait.
“You’re a very bad girl. Do you know that?”
“Mmm… How so?”
I slowed my actions, enjoying the moment of tormenting her just as she’d done to me by showing up in the towel. “You allowed a monstrous man into your home.”
“Is that so?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Hmmm… I guess I should ask him to leave.” She wiggled in my arms and all I could concentrate on was the curve of her soft lips. They were almost heart shaped. An interesting, almost romantic thought.
“That’s not going to happen. Once you let him in, he’s permitted to do so again.”
“Like a vampire.”
Chuckling, I nodded. “Very much so. Maybe you need some punishment as a reminder never to open your door to strangers again.”
“Oh, you think so?”
I pulled out, driving into her again. “Yes, I do.”
The entire lower half of my body ached, the muscles in my thighs so tight they could rip like drums if I wasn’t careful. And the ache in my balls was enough for me to grit my teeth.
She wiggled in my hold, her panting turning into ragged moans. There was something even more beautiful about a woman who could let go and just fuck for the sake of fucking.
I could hold off for a long time if necessary and I craved to see her coming on my cock. There was something sublime about both acts, knowing that I was the one who caused the intense reaction.
As I continued pumping into her, she turned her head from side to side, her mouth pursed open. I thought about kissing her soft lips all over again but reminded myself this was a carnal act and nothing more.
Fulfilling a need.
Taming a wildcat who could easily wreck me with her scent alone.
“Oh, you’re… This is…” Josette laughed at herself for being unable to finish a sentence. She cinched her eyes shut, bucking forward as an orgasm drifted closer and closer. I pushed her buttons even more, fucking her like a wild animal.
With every brutal thud against the wall, she moaned in time to the beat. When her body stiffened, I pulled almost all the way out again, tormenting her to the point she was eager to beg.
“Don’t fucking stop. Don’t you dare fucking… stop. I’m close to… Oh, God.”
My body ached, every muscle tense. I’d never fucked a woman to the point I wasn’t eager to release. This was perfect in a way I hadn’t anticipated.
Far too much so.
I thrust into her again. And again. Within seconds, her body responded and she almost crushed my neck between her arms as a climax tore through her.
My cock was throbbing to the point of anguish, but I wasn’t finished with her yet.
As soon as she came down from the rafters, I pushed off the wall, cradling her against me as I headed toward the kitchen table.
With her fingers tangled in my hair, her hot breath tickling my skin, all I could do was smile.
We remained locked together, our bodies buzzing with electricity. Sweat dripped from my face, the continued throbbing of my dick inciting even more hunger.
She lifted her head, licking her lips. “What are you doing now?”
“Fucking you in every spot in your kitchen.”
I did so adore her laugh. Just the way she could let go, her eyes lighting up was so damn special. I wanted nothing more than to make her laugh again.
Just so I could hear the lilting sound.
I ripped a chair from under the table, sitting down with an exaggerated thud. She yelped the second I pulled her over my lap, more so when I brought my hand down against her rounded bottom. The sound alone was enough to boost the hunger. How long had it been since I’d spanked a woman?
While this was nothing but another round of foreplay, I could certainly enjoy the act of sin.
Just like my name. I laughed inwardly and cracked my palm down several more times, enjoying both the heat building in my fingers and every sound erupting past her lips.
She truly was perfect in every way, her hourglass figure keeping my cock hard.
The taste of her pussy lingered in my mouth and the way she was shifting back and forth on my lap built enough friction I knew I’d need to keep this short.
She pushed up from the floor, daring to try to get away from me.
“Oh, no, you don’t. You’re going nowhere.
” I wrapped my arm around her legs, dragging her closer.
When I brought my hand down several more times, she moaned.
This time when she said my name, it wasn’t done out of passion, but the same sarcastic irritation I’d been the recipient of just the day before.
“You’re horrible.”
Four more brutal cracks of my hand and my fingers ached.
“I am.” I shifted from one side to the other, even taking a few seconds to caress her heated skin.
There was nothing quite like seeing the warm blush in splotches on her butt cheeks.
Maybe I’d need to even those out. I did, turning her bottom an even shade of red as the wafting scent of her continued longing pushed me into a sweet fog.
Six more smacks against her heated bottom and she couldn’t stop moaning.
I was running out of patience, finally reaching a point where I took several deep breaths. That was all I could take. As I lifted her off my lap, she wrapped her hand around my throat, peering down at me with the scorn of venom in her eyes.
“You’re terrible,” she muttered, even squeezing her long fingers. Wasn’t this an interesting change?
“So you’ve already said.”
Another challenge when she tried to pull away. I snagged her wrist, yanking her backwards and directly into my lap. She was forced to straddle me, her eyes now narrowing with a hint of the venom I’d found so adorable.
“I meant what I said.” Perhaps she was trying to prove she had some level of control over me. Maybe she did since I couldn’t remember the last time I’d let go with a woman. Not to this degree.
She rocked her body against mine, fisting a handful of hair as she did. With her other hand clamping my shoulder, she teased me with her tongue, darting the tip across the seam of my mouth.
I rubbed my hand up and down her back, using my thigh muscles to lift and pump into her. She even tossed her wet hair against my face, her taunting continuing.
When she did it a second time, I wrapped my hand around her long strands, forcing her head down so I could crush my mouth over hers again.
The kiss was even more powerful, her tongue fighting with mine. Just being able to drink in her essence, the lingering scent of her shower gel made me feel more than a little bit drunk.
Imagine what a full day with her would bring.
I broke the kiss, yanking her into a deep arch, allowing me to engulf a nipple. Even her skin tasted sweet. I sucked on her tender nub as she moaned, writhing in my hold. As I rubbed my lips to her other breast, she pushed hard against me.
As if she could break the connection.
Not until I was finished with her.
After pulling the tender tissue between my teeth, I bit down, grinning inwardly when she cried out in pain. My visions turned darker, filthier. The thought of marking her as mine entered my mind.
Not possible, but it didn’t mean the desire wasn’t there.
I lifted my head as well as hers. Now we were both panting.
“Oh…” Every time she moaned, I was captivated by the sound.
We remained locked together, rocking until the chair started to creak.
The feel of my cock being so deeply inside was pushing me to an edge, the need to erupt into her sweet pussy all I could think about.
With her head tipped upward, I was able to catch her heated expression.
Just the way her eyelids were fluttering, her long lashes skimming her rosy cheeks could keep me enthralled for hours.
But the feel of her muscles clamping around me kept my attention rapt.
“So wet for me. Aren’t you? So damn hot.” I could barely say the words. The sound was husky, primal in every way.
My cock continued to throb, my balls so damn tight my pulse raced. I slowed my pace, trying to keep control of myself and my actions. That was becoming increasingly impossible.
When she jerked, another series of whimpers floating into the air and every muscle in her body flinching, I pumped harder and faster. A climax rolled through her and I became a true savage, thrusting harder, brutally to the point I was certain I was hurting her.
She didn’t seem to care, meeting every hard thrust while her lips twisted in rapture and frustration. Still transfixed, I allowed the moment to continue until she slowly eased back down from the intense high, now taking gasping breaths.
My God, the woman was so damn beautiful, I was lost in the vision for a few seconds.
But I couldn’t hold back any longer, the need too intense.
Her eyes were slightly dilated and she squeezed her knees against me once again, riding me in slow and deliberate motions.
There was nothing like the feel of her walls contracting around my shaft. With every muscle in my body as tense as hers, I pumped long and hard.
Until I couldn’t take it any longer, finally allowing myself the release I likely didn’t deserve.
She was too innocent, too sweet.
And I was far too brutal.