Page 34 of Sin & Fall

“You get on your knees and spread your legs so fucking easily! Do you feel no shame? Do you not care?”

“Care?”Pulling away from the man, I rise to my feet and march toward Zack. “I’m doing this so you don’t do anything else reckless!”

“Then fight me! Fighthim. Stop being so pathetic and whoring yourself out.”

I slap him, and his head snaps to the side. The cold anger on his face disappears and he laughs. That crazy smirk from before returns, and I find myself relieved. I swallow as my body tingles back to life along with him.

“You fight him yourself. Do what you did in the woods. Rain blood down on me again. Show me how you were able to unleash that beautiful violence so easily!”

Caught up in his whirlwind of emotions, I get the sudden urge to slap him again. His reactions are faster than mine, and he grabs me by the waist, pulling me in for a kiss before I can hit him. My body melts into his, and my arms wrap around his neck.

“You’re changing me,” he whispers against my mouth.

“Me too.”

We’re both caught unawares by our mutual confession.

Do I hate him? He’s done so many fucked-up things, but as much as they scare me they also excite me. They makeme crave him more. Zack is every danger I’ve been warned away from, wrapped up in one pretty package of tattoos, muscles, and pure unadulterated sin.

He makes me want to run only so I can experience the thrill of his hunt.

“Get on the bed and spread your legs.”

“But you just said?—”

“You aremywhore.” Zack’s tone is violent yet possessive.

I don’t question him again, just eagerly do what he says. Sitting on the bed, I bring my knees up and plant my feet on the edge, showing off my wrecked panties.

“Would you look at that.” Zack smirks. I bite my lip, a blush spreading to my cheeks. The way he’s looking at me is more than just lust. He wants this too.

A hand touches my head, and I gasp. It’s the bartender. I forgot he was even here.

“My turn first.” He still has his cock out, and it’s softer now, but still coming toward my mouth. I look to Zack for guidance.

“Touch her again, and I’ll cut your fingers off.” Zack elbows him aside, and puts his hand where the man’s was, replacing his touch.

“What the fuck? You said I could have her for free. If I don’t get to fuck her then get outta here, both of you.”

With a shit-eating grin, Zack unzips his bag and pulls out a freakishly long purple dildo that has my eyes bulging out of my head.

“Shut up and watch,” he says to the man. Then he looks back at me and says, “Open your mouth, darlin’.”

I don’t understand what’s happening, if I’m going to have to take on both of them or just put on a show, but right now all I want to do is follow Zack’s orders.

Opening my mouth, I let my tongue hang out. Zack slowly slides the dildo inside, twisting it, and coating it with my saliva. His eyes never leave mine, and it’s like he’s looking into my soul. The darkness inside me is reflected back in his eyes.

He forces the toy in harder, and I gag. Drool leaks out the corners of my mouth. But I don’t stop him. I take every inch he offers.

“Look at you. So fucking filthy. Such a greedy little thing, hungry to be used like the whore you are.”

Yes. That’s what I am. A whore. His whore. And I’m not ashamed.

Wet sounds fill the room, and I think it’s from me until I hear a male groan. I look over at the other man watching us. He’s stroking himself in time to the dildo moving in and out of my mouth.

I should be repulsed, but the cold shivers that shoot down my spine make my pussy wetter. Zack’s controlling the situation, and I want to do whatever he says. I want him to make me sin.

“Take those panties off, little sinner. Show me my wet pussy.”