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“I don’t like touching you,” she shot out.

“Hmm,” he murmured, curious. “You just spoke the truth. Explain how you can not like me touching you while I know that you in fact love it. Ah… is that it? You don’tlikeit, youloveit?”

There was no fighting him, no point. “Yes,” she forced out. “Happy?”

He released her hand and returned to his side, taking her breaths with him as she stole glances at his groin and all that he packed in his black slacks.

“I’m not happy, no,” he finally said, bringing a round of worry to mix with her insane arousal, causing her brain to glitch. “This Bond requires things of me that I don’t like.”

This sobered her enough to free her tongue, needing to know what exactly he didn’t like being required to do. “What… things?”

“It requirespunishing.”

Her female parts fell to pieces at the way he spoke that one word. She couldn’t even care that he didn’t like it, she could only care about what that meant. “I don’t… understand.”

“The Sinner’s Bond requires disciplines and punishments,” he informed, his tone laced with a mix of dark knowing and hunger and… regret?

The idea of him disliking having to engage in sexual intimacy with her finally found purchase in her brain and produced a bitter bile in her stomach. One after another, retorts hit her tongue then died in silence. There was nothing to say about it. Nothing she could do to fix it. To stop it. To change it.

“Right now, it says I need to discipline you and at this very moment, it’s hit me, exactly what is required of us. Of me and of you. A daily dose of sexual disciplines that can go either way, me giving you pleasure in the form of punishment or discipline or requiring you to give me pleasure in the form of punishment or discipline.”

He looked at her when her breath sucked in all by itself at his last words. Her pleasuring him? Oh dear. Ohhhh God, she couldn’t breathe at the thought, the delicious thought of being…madeto pleasure him. “I…” she gasped, then cleared her throat, looking out the window. “If I had to choose, I would prefer… the latter.”

“Hadto choose?” he wondered, his sex-syllables rubbing between her legs as his blue eyes wrecked into her. He held her tightly with his stare, teasing along her panic button. “What if Iletyou choose?”

“Same,” she blurted, not even considering what that implied.

Butheconsidered exactly that, and whatever foolishness had just fallen from her lips now burned in his eyes. “You’d prefer Imakeyou pleasuremethan me pleasureyou?”

She had a full body malfunction, brain shorting out, mouth stuck open in shock, breaths coming and going like a panicked spirit stuck between realms. “Yes,” she blasted, praying it was the right answer, the one that served the fire that blazed in his perfect gaze.

That gaze began to move down. Like a slow trickle of liquid fire. It stopped at her chest and the anticipation had her panting again. “It seems I am required to punish you first,” he murmured, gaze moving lower. “You’ll need to raise your skirt for me. And open your legs.”

The power in the command brought on a panic of many breaths. “I thought…” she sputtered as his hand covered her knee. “I don’t understand…”

His hand moved up, dragging the skirt with it. “It seems… it’s the way the law works with your sin, Larena,” he whispered. “Taking a kiss from a Kollaborator… demands punishment by the same pleasure.”

“Reuban,” she gasped, watching his hand move closer to the point of no return. “I didn’t... do it for…”

His fingers reached her panties, and he exhaled long and slow, barely pressing and feeling. “I don’t know what will happen if you add lies to your sins,” he murmured, gliding his touch along the length of her. “But it seems perfectly acceptable for me to hope for the very worst. Something that demands I bring these sounds you’re making. That makes your body beg for it like it is. Do it Larena,” he whispered on a hot shaky breath as he lifted the edge of her panties. “Lie to me.” His fingers explored her naked flesh. “Tell me how you didn’t do it because you craved it.”

His finger dipped between her folds at the very bottom then slowly moved up. Panic brought both her hands to his wrist, clutching tightly as she fought back the moans pushingin her throat. And then she did the unthinkable and pulled his finger deep inside her.

“Oh baby,” he whispered, feeling every inch of her with a thick groan. “You’re so fucking hot and silky. To think I get to punish you with my cock…”

The hot eagerness of his words sent her over the edge and splintered her. Sharp cries flew and he gripped her jaw, turning her face to his beautiful mouth. “Come all over my hand.” He nipped at her gasping mouth. “Suffer the retribution of your eternal denial.”

She obeyed with all her angelic might, devouring his perfect lips now, sucking and biting and gasping as that eternal need tore through the divine food that he was.

His pace began to slow as his breaths clashed with hers. The low groan in his chest was thick and tormented, reminding her of the other food she’d die without. His pleasure. She needed it as much as she needed hers. No, more. Much more. He grabbed her wrists and moved her greedy hands away from his zipper with a tormented groan. “Not now, sweet Larena.”

“When?” she begged, holding his face, settling for eating his delicious mouth.

“Your punishments seem to require a particular kind of perfection, my hungry Angel,” he breathed, teeth scraping her lip. “The kind that requires all night.”

She closed her eyes, sliding her lips along his as the tormenting need for him built. She didn’t want to wait hours or even a second more.

His warm fingers touched down on either side of her face, the gentleness a painful contrast to the hunger raging through her. His lips pressed along hers, a careful measurement. “I can feel what burns in your veins, Larena,” he murmured, lips carefully tugging at hers. “And I share it.”