Page 15 of Beg the Night (Mystics of Ashora #1)

FIFTEEN

sinner

T his was a very, very bad idea. But if New Girl didn’t get off, I’d have to sit here and listen to my name on those lips over and over again.

And if she touched herself? There’s no way I wouldn’t lose all control.

Neither of those were good options.

This close, I could feel the heat simmering off her body. I pushed her legs farther apart so I could move closer to her, getting a peek of her black underwear through the slit in her dress.

Fuck, it took more strength than I would like to admit to fight the urge to rip them off.

“What are you doing?” she breathed even as her body arched toward me, begging me to touch her.

I obeyed, sliding my hands up her thighs, pushing the blue fabric out of the way as I went. “They want to know their drug works. So we’ll show them that it does, then they’ll put an end to this.”

Her eyes widened, her mouth opening for a split second, like she was going to argue. To tell me to stop.

I froze, waiting for exactly that. Please for the love of god tell me this is a terrible, terrible idea. Tell me to get my hands off you before I do something we’ll both regret.

“Please, Sinner,” she moaned.

I had done something very wrong to deserve this, because this was my personal form of torture.

“Help me.”

I caught myself leaning forward, inhaling her sweet scent and getting drunk off the proximity of her. This was a bad, bad idea. “Help you how? Tell me how to make it better, and it’ll all be over.”

She pressed the back of her skull against the wall and arched, her perky breasts fighting against the ridiculous fabric caging them in. “I need you to touch me. Now.”

I trailed my hands past her hips, up to her thin waist, and like a fucking idiot, I hovered close and let myself taste the skin below her collarbone.

She moaned, arching further into my touch. My cock throbbed against my pants, but I refused to press myself against her. No, I’d keep at least that much space between us.

I’d have to make her come without ripping all her clothes off and burying myself inside of her, no matter how badly every ounce of me screamed for it.

My tongue trailed the sharp bone, then I kissed her skin softly, savoring this moment, letting the heat pull me under.

She wanted me to touch her. It was for the greater good, right?

I wrapped an arm around the back of her waist and dragged her down the mattress until she was lying flat on her back beneath me. God, she was so small. So submissive under my touch.

She brought her hands to my chest, then slid them lower. I tensed immediately, unused to being touched, especially like this.

And not when I was this close to losing control.

“You don’t want to do that,” I warned.

“Yes, I do.” Her fingers trailed lower.

Sweat beaded at my temples as I fought the desire to roll my hips against her. “You aren’t in your right mind right now.”

She sighed. “I don’t care. I want you.”

A very pathetic sound left my lips. One I was certain I would beat myself up for over the next few days. Weeks, even. Years.

Before she could unleash the monster resting deep in my soul, I snatched her wrists and pinned them above her head in one swift motion.

While I held them there with one hand, I gripped her thigh with the other, hard enough to make her gasp.

She arched into me. “More,” she begged.

The heat emanating from her thighs was so torturously tempting. Fuck, did I want it.

I shoved her dress up and ran my hand down her center. She jerked as I touched the sensitive apex, but eventually relaxed. “Oh, god.”

“Tell me what you like.”

Her eyes fluttered open. “I don’t—I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? You don’t know what?”

“I don’t know what I like. I like this. Keep doing this.”

I stroked her pussy through the outside of her thin underwear. Fuck. The way she reacted to me… “Have you been with anyone before? Or are you a perfect little virgin begging to be ruined.” I punctuated that last part by slipping one finger beneath the fabric.

She whimpered, eyes squeezed shut. “No.”

She was soaked already. Fuck, I wanted to tear every stitch of clothing from her body and sink deep inside her. “No, what?”

“No, I’ve never been with anyone.”

Like this couldn’t get any worse. I bit my tongue to stop another ridiculous moan from escaping me. I was a fucking man. I was in charge here. I did, in fact, have some ounce of self-control.

This untouched woman lying beneath me, begging me to touch her, would not make me lose control. I had more strength than that. You hate this girl, remember? You absolutely despise her.

But as I slid a finger inside her, I forgot all the reasons why. I forgot why this was such a bad idea. I forgot everything except how absolutely perfect she was.

She arched even further, grinding into my hand. “Sinner, please.”

I moved down the bed and kissed the sensitive skin on the inside of her thigh. Yeah, I was definitely going to regret this.

She squirmed beneath me and tightened around my finger. Fuck, that sensation alone nearly made me come undone.

“Come for me, Athena.” I added another finger and pumped faster, using my thumb to circle her clit.

She was utterly at my mercy, and knowing that I was the only one who had ever touched her like this?

That thought was fucking addicting.

She was seconds from climaxing. Her body was wild under my touch. Undone. Relaxed. Fucking primitive.

My name on her lips was a sound I would never fucking forget.

I licked the inside of her thigh, closer to her apex than before. Her breath hitched and her body tightened like a bowstring. And then she was flying over the edge. She shattered beneath my touch, coming on my fingers and ruining my entire fucking life.

At the height of her pleasure, I registered an unfamiliar sensation in my mind, in my being. Like a whisper against the inside of my skull.

The drugs. It had to be the drugs.

Only…

The way my own power reacted to it, nearly catapulting out of my control, told me it was not the drugs.

It was Athena and her big, dirty secret.

Before I could catalog the sensation and what it was doing to me, though, it was over.

Slowly, her trembling body relaxed. When her muscles were languid, I pulled my fingers out of her soaking pussy and braced myself above her, not ready to leave yet.

She finally opened her eyes and stared up at me in awe, like she was waiting for me to make the next move. So naturally, I did something very, very stupid. I put my fingers in my mouth and tasted her.

It might’ve been the lack of any tasteful food in these damn dungeons for the last few months, but she tasted like everything I had ever needed in my life.

She swallowed as she watched me, equally as drunk on the sight of it as I was.

For a moment, we were frozen like that. My heart pounded as my mind whirred, trying to assess the last few minutes. I was still drowning in my own need, but it would pass. I’d gotten a taste of her. That was enough to satisfy me for now.

“What just happened?” she whispered.

I hovered closer, only stopping when our noses were an inch apart. “I fixed our problem. You’re welcome.”

With that, I pushed myself off the bed and returned to the very, very cold bars of the cell that felt more like a torture room than before.