Page 24 of The Ecstasy of Sin (Brutal Brotherhood #1)

My eyes are still closed, and I use a small amount of soap to wash my face for the third time. There is water streaming over my face to wash it all away when something moves, casting a huge shadow into the semi-private shower stall.

Quickly wiping away the water cascading over my eyes, I turn around to find the source of whatever is blocking out the light, only to be met with green eyes blazing like a dark inferno.

A choked, startled noise slips from my mouth, but Dominic’s hand is already there, slamming over my lips like a cage to suppress the noise.

He steps under the spray without hesitation, his soaked body pressing me back against the wall as he wedges one of his legs between mine, anchoring me to him.

The heavy fabric of his cargo pants grinds up between my thighs, brushing mercilessly against my clit, and I gasp at the sensation, the sound muffled beneath his palm.

Fear wraps my heart in its fist as I cry out, the sound held captive by Dominic’s unyielding hand. He leans in, slow and deliberate, his broad frame blotting out everything but him. His other arm lifts, bracing against the wall beside my head, the thick line of his forearm trapping me.

His presence is overwhelming as he surrounds me—he’s the epitome of control, intensity, and the promise of violence.

His scent cuts through the thick veil of steam, masculine and clean, and makes me feel all the more vulnerable. He’s so much bigger than me, and having seen what kind of damage he can do with his hands, I know he could kill me and there would be nothing I could do to stop him.

His head lowers beside mine, and he places the softest kiss to the shell of my ear. The contrast of what I expect versus what he does is staggering. How can someone that has taken the life of another with his bare hands touch me like I’m fragile, and he doesn’t want to break me?

When he finally speaks, it’s a low rumble against my ear. My body shudders at the pleasure of the sound. “If you scream, I’ll kill whoever enters this room. Nod if you understand me, little lamb.”

I nod, my heart thundering in my chest.

He drops his hand from my mouth, but he doesn’t give me any space. He’s crowding me, like he’s been biding his time until he could touch me like this, and the rush of being this close is intoxicating.

His entire body feels like a cage that surrounds me, the water pouring down his broad shoulders and soaking every inch of the black that clings to him like a second skin.

His shirt molds to his chest—every brutal muscle defined like he was carved in marble by an artist who worshipped him in the way a sinner drops to their knees for their dark god.

Here I am, completely naked, and totally at his mercy.

“How do you keep finding me?”

His eyes drop to my mouth when I speak, seemingly mesmerized by my voice. The hand that once silenced me lifts, his fingers brushing along my lower lip. He touches me reverently, his thumb pulling down gently until my lip slips free and bounces back into place.

He doesn’t answer me.

Instead, he leans in again, and I hold my breath as his mouth hovers above mine. His leg shifts between my thighs, drawing a breathy gasp from me as a sinfully sweet heat ignites at the core of my body and gathers low.

The sound I made provokes him, and he captures it with his mouth in a devastatingly sensual kiss. His lips move against mine, his tongue sweeping along my lower lip, demanding that I open myself up and let him in.

And I do, against my better judgment, because Dominic is the devil—the kind of temptation that made the other angels fall from heaven and join him in sin.

He claims my mouth, his tongue dancing across mine as one arm snakes around my waist to pull my body flush against his. He’s massive—solid muscle and ruthless power—everything I’m not.

It feels intoxicating, having him press my soft, curvy body to his. I’ve never felt desirable before, not with thick thighs, stretch marks, and a slightly rounded belly… but when he touches me like this, I feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

I sink into shameless need as his drugging kiss steals the good sense from my mind, making me feel feverish as the heat of him floods me. Like my body has forgotten what cold even feels like.

When he finally pulls back, releasing me from his deep and worshipful kiss, I’m a trembling mess .

His eyes are heavy-lidded, like he’s drunk on something far more dangerous than just lust. Madness gleams in their depths, wild and possessive, and he’s not even trying to shield me from it all.

“You can’t be here,” I whisper breathlessly, staring up at him like he might swallow me whole.

His forearm, still braced against the tile beside my head, finally lowers. His hand shifts to collar my throat gently, his thumb stroking my frantic pulse in a gesture that feels strangely soothing. “And who’s going to stop me?”

He’s so domineering, and it’s surprisingly attractive.

“Me,” I whisper, my voice so quiet I’m not even sure he hears me over the noise of the shower.

A slow grin curves his mouth, possessive and salacious. Then his body shifts, and the thigh that had been pressed tight between my legs withdraws.

The loss of pressure and heat has me sagging slightly against the wall, an ache thrumming unapologetically between my thighs.

His heavy black boots are planted on either side of my bare feet, boxing me in. “Then stop me, little lamb.”

The challenge in his voice makes me whimper shamelessly. It’s like he knows me in ways I haven’t even discovered for myself.

Still holding me against the wall with his hand collaring my throat, his other hand drops and brushes along my thigh.

I gasp when his hand slips between my legs, his rough fingers brushing along the lips of my pussy. His fingers slide a little deeper, finding me wet and swollen with need .

“No,” I whimper breathlessly, helpless against the heat that flushes across every inch of my body. Lost to the way he completely disarms and unravels me with his presence alone.

“Fuck,” he groans, and I can’t help but lift my gaze to his. His pupils are blown wide, the green swallowed by the dark voids of his pupils. “No is my favourite fucking word.”

I wrap my trembling fingers around his wrist, trying to dislodge him, but I can’t move him even a fraction of an inch. He’s so strong, effortlessly stroking me while I try to pry his hand away from me.

All of my attempts to stop him from touching me fail, and it only makes me want him more. Feeling him take what he wants, and not being able to stop him… it turns me on more than anything else ever has.

Losing this fight sends me spiraling through the depravity of my own lust. I love this, even though I know it’s fucked up. It’s wrong in so many ways, but that’s the last thing I care about right now.

I cry out as he sinks a finger inside of me, my hips bucking against him as pleasure surges through me.

He makes another tortured sound, and my head falls back as he strokes the inside of my pussy, a slow and attentive movement like he’s savoring the feel of me.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he rasps. “Look at you, trying so hard to stop me from touching what belongs to me. And failing. ”

His words are gasoline, and they hit the smoldering embers inside of me and light me up. My lust explodes into a full-blown inferno, searing away what little restraint I have left.

His hand tightens slightly around my throat, my breath catching as he plays with the flow of blood to my head.

“Fragile little lamb,” he murmurs, leaning down to press his lips against my ear. “You need a man like me to take you and keep you forever, don’t you, baby? Only I can love you the way you need to be loved.”

He pushes another finger inside of me, only to pause when he meets some resistance pressing down around the width of his two fingers.

I whimper at the bite of pain that ghosts through me, sharp and intimate.

The hand gripping my throat releases me, slipping behind my head to wrap in my hair. He tugs gently, forcing me to face his tortured expression, which has turned feral at the feel of me clenching around his fingers.

“You’re going to bleed all over my cock when I fuck you, and it’s going to ruin me, little lamb.”

His fingers glide out of me, coated in my arousal. He drags them up along my slit to rub circles over my clit, stoking the fire building inside of me.

I squeeze my eyes shut, unable to bear the weight of his gaze, but the hand he has wrapped in my hair tugs roughly, pulling my focus back to him like an unspoken threat.

His eyes are on fire; lust and dominance warring violently in those forest green depths. “Don’t you shut me out,” he growls, his mouth lowering to place a warning kiss against my trembling lips. “Your pussy belongs to me, and you’ll keep your eyes on me while I make you come.”

I open my mouth to beg him, but the words slip away as his fingers press harder against me. His expert fingers stroke my clit, alternating movements to keep me panting as he builds my pleasure toward an orgasm I’m certain will destroy me.

His hand dips lower, the tips of his two fingers pressing against my entrance as his mouth collides with mine again. He deepens the kiss, fucking my mouth the way I know he wants to fuck my body, before pulling away and leaving me breathless.

“It’s going to hurt when I fuck you.” His voice is guttural, his lips brushing against mine. “But you can take the pain, can’t you, little lamb? You’ll take it, and then you’ll come all over me like you were made for me.”

My body feels like a bomb ready to detonate, and I can’t stop myself as I press harder into him, desperate for release. “Please, Dom,” I beg him, looking up into his eyes and drowning in the way he looks at me like I’m his most prized possession.

“Beg for me, Wren,” he growls through clenched teeth like a barely restrained animal.

His mouth drops to mine, teeth sinking into my bottom lip hard enough to sting, dragging another ragged moan from my throat as his fingers keep working me at that maddening, teasing rhythm.

“Beg me to take you, and keep you, for-fucking-ever. Beg me. Tell me you’re mine, and I’ll make everything better. ”

My orgasm is there; right fucking there. I’m losing my mind, burning in the rapturous ache, my body desperate for the release only he can give me.

The last vestiges of reason in my mind are screaming at me in warning, but I can’t hear it over the drugging effect Dominic has on me.

I nod, the movement choppy, before the words tumble out of my mouth and seal my fate. “Please, Dom, please… take me. Keep me. I’m yours,” the last word fractures on a moan, as he gives me what I’m aching for.

“Good girl.”

He praises me for my surrender, his fingers rubbing with concentrated purpose, until my body breaks like a tidal wave across a scorched, desert shore. I shatter, and the euphoria that slams into me is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

“That’s it,” he groans. “Come for me, just like that. You’re so fucking good.”

I ride the waves of white hot pleasure until my body is a shaking mess, collapsing against him. He holds me there effortlessly, his hand releasing his hold on me to stroke the sticky strands of water and sweat slicked hair from my forehead.

He lifts his fingers to his own lips, and I shiver as I watch them slide into his mouth, brushing across his tongue. A low, broken groan escapes him at the taste of me, and I watch as his pupils blow wide again—swallowing the green until there’s nothing left but black.

He’s like an addict getting the first hit of his new favourite drug .

I’m dazed, drowning in the aftermath of the most intense and life-altering orgasm of my life.

His scent and his heat surround me, soothing me through the lingering bliss that still has me shaking like a leaf. His arms wrap around me, hands stroking up and down my back as he places kisses from my shoulder to my throat.

Once I stop trembling, he presses a kiss to my lips, then steps aside to shift me until I’m standing under the spray of water.

I feel boneless and enslaved as he takes soap from the dispenser. I’m mesmerized as he lathers up his hands, then begins massaging his fingers into my sore, tired muscles.

When his clean hand slips between my thighs to rinse away my arousal, I can’t help but moan quietly. He’s so gentle it makes my heart ache.

Thoroughly cleaned, with my fingertips wrinkled from staying in the shower too long, I stand there while Dominic rinses the suds from his own hands and arms.

When he’s finished, his hand cradles the side of my face, tilting my head up until our lips meet. Sparks dance every place our skin connects, and I melt against him as he kisses me so deeply it makes my knees weak all over again.

When he lets me go, I’m breathless. He holds my gaze, his eyes dark. “I won’t be far.”

I nod, still feeling like I’m drifting through a dream, my body warm from the intensity of the orgasm he gave me.

He takes a step back, running a hand through his soaked hair, before he exits the stall and disappears from my sight .

I lean back against the shower wall, my heart still racing. I close my eyes for a moment, letting the warmth surround me, trying to anchor myself after what just happened between us… but all I feel is him.

His touch. His mouth. His obsession wrapping around me like a chain, tethering me to him.

I feel marked by him, body and soul, and something tells me that this was a claiming that can never be undone.