Chapter 37
Vivian’s Point of View
Rule thirty-seven: Take back what was stolen.
Tension ripples beneath Sin’s skin, like he’s physically restraining himself even as he reaches for me. Wild need burns in his gaze, but his touch is light as he cups the back of my neck to press his lips against mine.
He kisses me like I’m something precious, and it catches me off guard. I expect him to devour me, to throw me onto the bed and claim me with feral abandon.
There’s safety in that kind of passion. It’s the kind that lets me forget every other thought.
But this…
Every movement is slow and deliberate as he pulls my shirt off. His gaze is like a brand as he tracks every inch of my exposed skin. It feels like I’m baring my soul as he takes in the evidence of Leon’s assault.
Mouth-shaped bruises still linger on my thighs, and I fight the urge to look away in shame. His hands go still, hovering just over my skin, and a rock settles in my stomach.
He’s spotted them.
Shadows fall over his features, but there’s no fear or uncertainty there. His expression promises unbridled suffering for the person who dared to touch me. His tattoos flare, reminding me of the rage hovering just below the surface.
Rage for me.
His reaction soothes me, grounding me in the present. And even though I’m looking at the stains of Leon’s touch, no flashbacks come.
A shudder ripples through Sin’s body before the red glow dims once more. His lips ghost over my collarbone, and I tilt my head back in a wordless invitation. He continues his tender assault, trailing soft kisses down my body.
Warmth blossoms under my skin as his fingers skim over my sides to span my waist. Every touch is featherlight, and my nerve endings are already hypersensitive, yearning for more.
My breath catches when he kneels before me, his molten gaze flicking up to meet mine. But instead of ravishing me, his lip quirks up before he continues to trail kisses down my thighs.
I almost groan. I don’t want gentle.
I want to drown in him until I forget how to feel.
Threading my fingers through his hair, I gently tug, wordlessly urging him to stop teasing. When I feel him grin against my leg in response, I start to squirm. My thighs rub together as I try to create some semblance of friction.
A low hum rumbles up from Sin as he grips my thighs, stilling my movements.
“Impatient, kitten?” He asks, looking up at me with a wicked smirk.
At the sight of him between my legs, the heat that’s been steadily building within me ignites into an inferno. Memories of Sin claiming me with his mouth flash by, and the anticipation is almost dizzying.
Until they’re interrupted by the briefest glimpse of cold, blue eyes. It’s enough to send a chill through me.
Swallowing, I let my hands fall to my sides. My mind has too much room to think when Sin is gentle.
I need to forget.
“I need you,” I whisper. “Take me hard, and don’t hold back.”
Wild need ghosts across his face, and his hands flex against me. I think he’s going to do what I ask, but instead, he shakes his head, pressing a kiss to my navel as he slowly removes my underwear. His warm breath fans across my center, and I dig my nails into my palms, aching for more.
“You’re trying to run again. You want to be overwhelmed so you can’t remember what he did.
And if that’s what you truly want, I’ll give it to you.
” He pauses, trailing his fingers along the backs of my thighs.
“But if you let me, I’m going to remind your body what it means to crave, to ache for more.
I’ll take back every inch he tried to steal until you feel whole again.
And then, only when you’re writhing and begging, I’m going to shatter you all over again.
” His voice grows lower when he adds, “Because only I get to ruin you, kitten.”
The words sear through me, both because of his dark promises and his savage honesty.
He’s right. I am trying to run. But Sin has always tried to help me learn how to fight back – to be more than a victim.
I want to be more.
“Okay,” I agree softly.
He gives me a look that tells me I’ve just signed up for exquisite torture, before his lips ghost across my clit. Pleasure jolts through me at the barest brush of his mouth, and I bite my lip to swallow my whimper.
“Oh no,” Sin says, narrowing his eyes as he pulls away to stand. “Those sounds belong to me, and I want to hear you,” he growls, pulling my lip from my teeth.
I try to catch his fingers in my mouth, and he chuckles. He’s still fully clothed in his black fighting leathers, whereas I’m completely exposed and almost panting from desire.
My fingers brush against the soft material, before my eyes flicker back to his. “Only if I get to feel you,” I answer, and start undoing the fastenings.
But before I get any further, Sin’s hands tighten against me. In my next heartbeat, he has me in the center of the bed with my hands pinned above my head. I gasp, both at the sudden movement and at the warmth of his thighs settled between mine.
He leans back, waiting to see if this is okay, and I realize his hands aren’t holding me. Glancing back, I find glowing red rope twined around my wrists.
He’s using his Destroyer powers to hold me. And yet, even as I pull against the ropes, there’s no pain, just warmth.
My eyes widen, but no fear comes, only desire. I give him a small nod.
Sin’s gaze rakes across my body, and I arch against the bindings under the heat of his stare.
“Fuck, kitten,” he says with a low groan, and his hands fist in the sheets. He takes a deep, shuddering inhale before leaning over me to kiss my navel. “If I take off my clothes, this will be over far too soon.”
His hand snakes around my back, further arching me off the bed. “Let me worship you,” he adds in a low voice that I feel everywhere.
“Please, Sin,” I moan as he kisses a path down my stomach, edging closer to where I desperately want to feel him.
Teeth graze the sensitive flesh just above my pelvis, and I lift my hips to press into his touch.
“Close your eyes for me, kitten,” he murmurs.
My stomach flips. The flashbacks are always worse when I close my eyes. But the reminder only sends a renewed wave of defiance through me, and I do as he asks.
Immediately, my senses are heightened, but my focus stays locked on the way Sin’s lips start to travel lower. My core tenses, like every nerve ending is coiled in anticipation.
“Every time you think of him, I’m going to stop. Your pleasure is mine,” Sin promises as his hands curl around my thighs, and he spreads me wide.
“Please,” I breathe. But once again, he takes his time, letting his mouth explore every part of me.
I’m writhing by the time he finally takes one of my nipples into his mouth. He sucks on the sensitive nub, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body.
“Who owns your pleasure?” He purrs.
I whimper, needing more as he kisses a path back down my stomach. At my silence, he reaches up to lightly pinch my nipple.
“Words,” he reminds me in a low growl.
“You. It’s all yours!” I manage to gasp out.
“That’s right. Fucking. Mine,” he growls, and I feel his breath over my core. “Keep your eyes closed. I’m the only one you’re going to feel while they’re shut, and it’s my name you’re going to scream.”
The second the dark promises escape his lips, his mouth descends on me. He licks me from ass to clit in a single possessive motion before his tongue sweeps inside me, claiming me from the inside out.
My moan breaks into a scream as my over-sensitive nerve endings flood with pleasure.
He moans against me, like he’s just as desperate as I am for more. His tongue moves to my clit, and I whimper at the loss of feeling him inside of me. But I’m not left wanting for long when he plunges two fingers into my slick center.
I writhe as he works me, curling them against a spot that has me seeing stars.
The coiled desire in my body is becoming nearly unbearable, but it still isn’t enough. When I scream his name, he pushes a third finger inside of me, stretching my walls. The pressure feels incredible, and I lift my hips to meet his fingers as they fuck me faster.
“Sin, please,” I beg, my orgasm not far off.
He releases my clit, even as his fingers continue to drive me to the brink. “Open your eyes, kitten,” he demands.
Piercing gray eyes meet mine, and there’s pure possessive fire in the way he watches me. “I want you to watch as I shatter you, because I’m going to make sure your body remembers me. Only me.”
I gasp as his lips wrap around my clit. He sucks on the sensitive nub, just as his fingers increase their pressure on my G-spot. My legs tremble, and the tension that’s been building inside me feels like it’s about to snap.
He doesn’t let up, and once I’m millimeters from falling into oblivion, Sin bites down on my clit.
I shatter.
The orgasm hits me with a force that has me arching against my restraints, and broken cries tear from my lips as each wave crashes through me.
Sin continues to work me, keeping my body in a state of complete abandon. Each wave of pleasure builds onto the last, and instead of dissipating, the orgasm quickly builds into a second.
I scream his name as the waves drag me under, and I come undone a second time.
He only lets up when I’m finally coming down from the high. The power holding my wrists dissipates as he moves up my body to kiss me soundly.
I wrap my arms around him, only to find he’s also trembling.
“What do you need, kitten?” He asks gruffly. His jaw is clenched, betraying the careful restraint he’s holding on to.
Violence simmers beneath his skin, and it beckons me. I need him to let go, to let himself fracture right alongside of me. I want our jagged pieces to tangle so completely that they fuse together, until there’s no way they can ever separate again.
“I need you,” I whisper.
Immediately, he moves to claim my mouth, only to freeze when I shake my head. His brow furrows, and I take a deep inhale, reminding myself that I shouldn’t feel embarrassed for vocalizing my desires.
“I need all of you,” I clarify, as I take his hand and guide it to my throat. “I want you to let go of your control. I want everything.”
His pupils dilate, and his hand twitches against my neck. But still, he doesn’t move. It’s like his body and mind are torn between what he wants and what he thinks is right.
My pulse thrums through me, waiting to see if he’ll agree.
Finally, he releases my neck to brush my hair from my face. His gaze is filled with tender reverence as he traces every one of my features. “You already have me, kitten. I’m yours. Every part of me is yours.”
His words sound like a prayer when he continues, “Take my soul. Bind yourself to me.”