Chapter 46 #2
Silently, he stalks after me. The heat of his body warms mine, but he doesn’t touch me. Instead, he grasps the railing on either side of me, sending flutters through my stomach.
Still, he doesn’t make a move.
Releasing a shuddering breath, I scan the crowd, even as my body is on high alert, primed for his touch.
Sin finds her first, pointing out a girl working at the bar. Her face is covered by a black devil mask.
“How can you be sure?”
“I didn’t see her face when she entered the club, but I haven’t seen any other employees with long red hair. The shifters watching the building didn’t spot any redheads either,” Sin answers simply.
“Fair enough. What now?” I ask, figuring that will have to be enough to go off.
“Now, you watch our target,” he whispers directly over the shell of my ear.
I don’t understand why there’s so much heat in his words until he lets go of the railing, and his body heat disappears.
In my next breath, Sin has my skirt lifted and legs spread. He pushes my thong to the side, only to lick my pussy from behind.
I gasp, trying to turn around and look at him, but his hands band around my thighs, holding me tight. I only catch a glimpse of his mask, which he’s lifted onto the top of his head.
He pauses, glancing up from my ass to purr, “The target kitten, don’t stop watching the target, or you might lose her.”
My pulse races. The balcony railing comes up to my waist, and the black metalwork that makes up the balusters is woven tightly enough that no one can see what Sin’s doing.
Sin must be reading my emotions, because he doesn’t start touching me again until I mentally decide that I’m okay with this.
“Hold on to the railing, kitten,” he commands, and heat flutters in my core.
The moment I’ve clasped onto the metal bar, his face presses obscenely into my ass as he eats me out from behind. His tongue dives into my center, and my back arches.
“But I thought we weren’t going to have sex,” I manage to gasp out.
Pulling back with a groan, he licks his lips before answering, “I said I wasn’t going to fuck you, kitten… at least not your delicious pussy. But everything else? I’m taking them.”
Any illusion that I’m the one doing the seducing goes up in flames.
His tongue spears inside of me, and I bite down on my lip to stop myself from moaning. My arousal drips down my thighs, and before long, I’m already barreling toward an orgasm. But just as I’m about to come undone, Sin’s mouth disappears.
A frustrated growl escapes me, and I hang my head, trying to compose myself.
I’m not left to wallow for long when there’s a tug on my leash. Sin uses the chain to gently pull my head back until I’m pressed against his chest and looking up at him.
His mask is back in place, sending shivers down my back.
“You’re doing such a good job watching our target.” His thumb strokes across my bottom lip. Something warm and wet spreads under his touch, and I realize I must have bitten my lip hard enough to draw blood.
“Do you remember what I told you about hiding the sounds I pull from you?” He tilts his head, and with the mask, the effect is downright feral.
My breath catches. “But there are people–”
A warm, rough hand trails down my stomach, inching toward my core. “Your noises are mine, kitten. And every time you try to hold them in, I’m going to make sure you have an audience when you scream my name.”
Before I can gasp, two of his fingers plunge inside me. White-hot pleasure streaks up my spine, and I cry out his name as I lean back into him.
A deep, pleased sound rumbles in Sin’s chest. His fingers curl, pressing against a spot that makes my legs go weak, pulling another moan from my throat.
“That’s it, let me hear how much you like my touch,” he coaxes.
He works me with expert, devastating strokes, and I groan when he suddenly pulls his fingers free. “No more teasing,” I grit out.
Only, instead of stepping back, he shifts, and one of his fingers presses against my ass, teasing at the tight ring of muscle. “Not until you beg, sweetness.”
I hiss, and his other hand finds my clit. The dual sensations set my blood on fire, and within a few breaths, I’m writhing back against him as he stretches my ass, working two fingers inside.
“Please,” I beg. The orgasm he’s been withholding is building to a point where I think I might combust.
“Please, what?” He growls.
“Please, fuck me,” I whimper.
“That’s my good girl,” he breathes, and a moment later, his fingers are replaced by the velvety tip of his cock.
He glides his thickness along my soaked slit, and I almost come off the balcony, thinking he’s actually going to fuck my pussy. But once his dick is coated, he presses against my ass and starts filling me up painstakingly slowly.
Each inch makes me pant, and he praises me the entire time, telling me I’m taking him so well, and that I’m so fucking perfect for him.
When he finally bottoms out and his thighs press against my ass, I feel so full I might burst. My legs are on the verge of giving out, but before they do, Sin grips my waist, steadying me.
“Bend over, kitten. Lean over the railing.” His voice is strained, like the effort to stay still is taking all of his concentration.
The moment I do as he says, he slowly withdraws, before pushing back into me again. My moan is echoed by his low groan. “Fuck, baby, your ass is strangling my cock. You feel so fucking good.”
He starts fucking my ass in slow, measured strokes, and starts teasing my clit once more.
To anyone looking up, it probably looks like I’m watching the dancers below, except my eyes are glazed, and I can barely see our target. But no one pays us any mind as they move to the pounding music, each lost in their own version of euphoria.
His slow pace continues for a few more strokes until he tugs on the leash. The pressure narrows my breath, and he drags me flush against him. He holds me there for a moment, gauging my reaction, and when all he finds is more heat, he buries himself back inside me.
“I felt your self-doubt today, kitten. I think you need to be reminded.” He pumps into me a bit harder, pulling a loud moan from me. “I am fucking starved for you. Every minute of the day, this is where I want to be. The only thing I want more is your safety. But never think I don’t want you.”
Thrust.
“I fucking crave you.”
Thrust.
“The way you taste, the way your walls squeeze me, the sounds you make when you shatter for me. You fucking haunt me.”
Thrust.
Each time, he slams into me deeper and tightens his grip on the collar until soon, my breath is completely cut off.
“Every Fates-damned time you challenge me, it makes it worse. Because all it does is remind me–”
Thrust.
“How beautifully you’re going to melt for me when I’m buried inside of you.”
His pace grows faster, and he snarls against my ear, “Because I fucking love it. I love that smart mouth. I love the fire in your eyes, and the fury you try so damn hard to tame.”
He pauses, just long enough for the breath I can’t take. “You fucking wreck me.”
With that, his thrusts become wild and punishingly hard. “Your body is my altar, and I will worship it with my every breath. Because I am fucking yours. Whether you claim me or not, my soul is already yours.”
His words detonate something in me.
My orgasm crashes through me, the waves raw and violent. I want to scream, to tell Sin that I’m his, that I claim every part of him. But he doesn’t let go of my collar, doesn’t let me make a sound.
My release triggers his own, and he lets out a low groan as he spills his seed inside of me.
Only once I start to come down does he ease his grip on my collar, letting me suck in a gasp. He holds me against him, and I can feel his heart beating wildly through his chest.
My breaths are ragged, and reality crashes back fast. A bolt of anxiety fires through me at how close I just came to letting him break his soul for me.
Shame wells up in my gut. “Sin, I–”
“Don’t, kitten.” His voice is hoarse. “Don’t you dare fucking regret this.” He presses his face into my hair and takes a shuddering inhale. “I need you to claim me, kitten. I need you to fucking choose me.”
There’s a vulnerability in his tone that tears at the fragments of my soul, grinding them into dust. The emotional whiplash leaves me reeling.
I’ve never told Sin that I love him out loud. It’s something I regretted every day after Leon took me. And even now, I haven’t said it, because I don’t want him to feel pressured to lie about his own feelings.
But maybe he needs to hear it. Maybe some part of him needs to know that even if I can’t take his soul, he already has my heart.
That I’m doing this because I will always choose him.
I open my mouth to tell him as much when he turns sharply toward the bar. “Target is moving, kitten.”