Page 59 of Sins of Arrogance (Syndicate Sins #1)

MICK

I wait.

Forcing myself not to touch her, gripping tight onto my iron control.

But it's different now. Because I know that when it slips its leash, I won't scare Kara. My perfect wife will revel in it.

She reaches around to untie the string holding the bottom of her top in place. The fabric falls down her sides, clinging to her generous tits, teasing me with glimpses of the underswell of her breasts, but not giving me what I crave.

Her hands drop to her sides, waiting, taunting.

"Now the other one," I order, my voice a low growl.

She reaches up and unties the bow at her neck and then peels the wet fabric down with agonizing slowness, provoking me.

It falls away completely, landing with a soft splat on the hardwood floor. My eyes stay riveted to the raspberry pink, swollen nipples revealed, now tight with arousal.

Cupping her breasts in both hands, she rolls her palms over those puckered peaks, and feckin’ hell – I nearly explode in my trunks.

My wife's self-assurance in her own sexuality is the biggest turn on I've ever known.

This is Kara confident in my love. An emotion I was so feckin' sure I didn't feel for her, but saturated my heart and soul from the beginning.

I spent so much time hiding my true self from her, I didn't let myself see what lurked under the surface either. Another man might think love weakens him. I don't.

It's new and different to think about having, but one thing I know: the feelings Kara elicits in me make me more dangerous. I will do anything to keep mo chroí safe and with me.

I am not weak because of my love for her and Fitz. I am stronger.

Her head tips back, mouth parted, breath stuttering out of her.

"This feels good, Michael," she says on a soft sigh. "But not nearly as good as it does when you touch me."

Those words go through me like a steel pike.

I step forward.

But she lifts her hand, stopping me. "Not yet." Then she breathes. "Please."

Every muscle in my body vibrates with the effort it takes not to haul her into my arms and bury myself inside her. But I stop.

"I’m not finished following your orders." Her hands drop to her hips.

She tugs at the bows holding her bikini bottom together.

My fists clench at my sides. Sweat breaks out on my brow as she unravels the ties with slow precision. The fabric clings to her, still wet, still teasing.

"Pull it off." My voice is hoarse. Raw with primal need. "Now."

She uses both hands to tug the damp fabric away from her skin as she spreads her legs. The green scrap drops to the floor like silk sliding off a goddess.

She's naked. Glorious. Mine.

The light brown curls at the apex of her thighs glisten with her arousal. I take a deep breath, inhaling the delicious scent mixed with the salt water from the pool.

She's ready. Needy. Wet.

I drop to my knees in front of her and press against her inner thighs until she widens her legs further, my name a whisper on her lips.

Spreading her pussy lips with my thumbs, my eyes are fixed on that sweet feminine flesh. And there. There it is. Her clit, deep red and swollen, completely popped from its hood and glimmering with her honeyed arousal.

I lean forward and taste her.

She says my name again, this time in a strangled shout. Her hands tangle in my hair, yanking tight.

I swirl my tongue around her clit, teasing and devouring, and she grinds her hips forward, chasing more. I give it to her. Change my angle and go deeper, licking straight into her slit until my jaw is covered with the proof of how much she wants me.

She’s feckin' delicious. I could stay right here and feast forever.

She rides my tongue with a desperate rhythm, panting, begging with her body, but I know she’s right at the edge and I want to be inside her when she falls.

But not in her perfect little cunt. I look up at her until her eyes, dazed with lust, meet mine.

"I want to fuck your ass," I tell her, my voice guttural.

She nods and breathes, "Yes. I want to be with you every way there is for us to join our bodies."

I damn near come right then.

I surge to my feet, and lift her up against me, her legs automatically wrapping around my torso again. "I need you every way there is for a man to need his woman."

She clings to my neck. "Yes."

I claim her mouth with a kiss that gives no quarter and she takes all of it and gives it right back, kissing me with a fervency born of ungovernable passion.

Wanting to give her an orgasm to make her pussy as sensitized as I need it to be, I angle myself so my head kisses her opening.

"Michael?" she asks with confusion. "I thought…"

"Trust me."

"Always. In all ways."

Feckin' hell. This woman.

She sinks down, slick, swollen and ready and I press upward. Gravity and the power of my thrust leave her with no choice but to let me all the way in.

Her arms lock around my neck and she kisses me, hot and hungry. I grip her hips and move her on me, using the full strength of my body to take her the way I need to.

Four thrusts. That’s all it takes before she explodes around me, crying out, her body clenching and convulsing. I don’t stop, pushing her to keep taking me as her body tries to pull away from me.

But she doesn't say red. She doesn't say anything.

My sensual wife just moans, her face twisting, and then she’s biting my neck and coming again, her whole body shaking with a second orgasm. She whimpers from the over stimulation.

Perfect.

I walk us to the bed and lift her off of my painfully hard cock.

She makes a sound of protest, her pussy lips clinging to me.

I place her on the bed, and she lays there, acquiescent and beautiful.

It only takes a few seconds to get the cuffs around her wrist and then attach them to the white wrought iron headboard with one of my ties.

Kara looks up at the cuffs. "Where are the ones you used when you kidnapped me?"

"In the closet." I watch her with unrelenting hunger.

"You could use them again, sometime. If you want."

The offer astounds me. "No bad memories?"

"No. As marriage rescues go, getting kidnapped by my husband was a pretty spectacular one."

"I'll remember that." I trail my fingers down her arms.

And Kara relaxes into the bed like she always does for me, her body going boneless.

Her trust in my sensual mastery over her is absolute. I will never betray that trust. And now that I know even my darkest desires are welcome, I'm determined she will enjoy every moment of every one of them.

I bring her to the edge of another orgasm while I work one finger into the tight ring of muscle, stretching her. She gasps as my finger penetrates her, hips jolting upward, but not away.

"Easy," I soothe, dragging my thumb over the throbbing pearl at the apex of her folds. "Let me open you."

The tight heat around my finger clenches, trying to expel me. I press deeper, then stop to let her adjust, to feel every inch I give her. She moans, low and desperate, pulling on the cuffs.

"You’re doing so well," I whisper, voice gone hoarse. "You're letting me in, mo ghrá . Letting me own this part of you."

Her eyes flutter shut, and I feel her body melt into the mattress again, breath hitching as I slide a second lubricated finger in beside the first.

She cries out. In pain? Or pleasure?

I stop and to let her body adjust to the new intrusion.

But she squirms against my fingers. "Green, Michael, green!"

If I last until I get my dick inside her, they're going to have to call the bishop, because it'll be a bona fide miracle.

Scissoring my fingers to stretch her tight opening, I go back to massaging her clit. It pulses under my touch, her thighs trembling.

"Don’t come yet," I warn, as I withdraw my fingers. "Not until I’m inside you. Not until you feel what it means to truly be mine."

She whimpers my name. Not as a protest.

As a plea.

And I give her more.

A third finger.

Taking her to the edge of yet another orgasm.

And another.

We are both covered in sweat and shaking with need by the time I turn her onto her stomach and press the head of my cock against her backdoor.

"Relax for me." I press a tender kiss to the back of her neck.

She makes a soft sound and her body goes limp under me.

I push forward again, but her sphincter seizes and I stop.

"I'm going to slap your ass. The shock to one set of nerve endings will help those around your tight little hole relax." I don't ask if that's okay, but I do wait to see if she says, yellow or red .

We've played a little with spankings, but not often because doing it brought too much of the primal monster inside me to the surface.

Kara loves that primal monster though.

She loves me .

Then I hear the word I crave in a low whisper, but unmistakable. "Green."

I deliver a stinging slap to her left butt cheek and push an inch inside her as soon as her asshole loosens. Then I spank her right cheek and gain another inch.

Her ass is rosy red and she's sobbing in pleasure, pleading with me to let her come by the time I'm seated fully inside her forbidden channel.

Only then do I start fucking her with the powerful thrust of my hips my body craves. I need release. But I need her with me. Not just her body. I want her soul.

Kara becomes frantic in her need and I lay down over her, covering her body completely with mine as I reach around and slide my middle finger between her wet pussy lips.

I rub circles around her clit until she's screaming for release as we move together, frantic, lost in each other.

The pleasure builds sharp, unrelenting, inevitable.

"Come with me," I demand.

Then I pinch her abused little pearl of pleasure as I fill her back passage with my hot cum.

Her body tries to rear up, but mine holds her in place as she screams out her climax.

We exist together in that perfect moment, a cataclysm of need, surrender, possession and release.

So much more than sex.

It’s us. No walls. No hiding.

She is fully mine and I am fully hers.

Forever.

Finally, I can give the right label to this feeling inside me.

Love. Tenderness. Devotion.

Fixation. Addiction.

Because I’m still a sociopath and that's how my emotions, or what there are of them, work.

But a sociopath who loves with the very depth of that addiction.