Page 26 of The Ecstasy of Sin (Brutal Brotherhood #1)

“Those tears are going to get you fucked, baby,” I warn her with a groan, dropping my head back so I can focus on the pleasure of fucking her mouth.

She whimpers, and more tears spill from her pretty eyes. She’s so fucking vulnerable here on her knees in front of me, soft and fragile, and the sight of her like this is my undoing.

I release her hands, slamming my forearm against the brick wall as I surge into her mouth.

Her hands fall to my thighs, and she lets me fuck her mouth as deep as I can go without doing damage.

When her thighs fall open like the needy thing she is, looking up at me with those angelic eyes, I lose it .

The sound that escapes me is unhinged as I unload in her mouth, watching as she desperately tries to swallow every drop I pump down her throat.

The pleasure burns through me like a fire, and I nearly collapse with the force of it. She sags against the wall, and I let her pull away to catch her breath.

I’m mesmerized as I watch a rivulet of my cum drip from her lips, brushing it away with my thumb and feeding it back to her as she watches me.

Her tongue slips out to accept the offering, then she swallows it down.

“That’s my good girl,” I murmur, enjoying the view of her on her knees, her thighs parted, panting softly from the way I fucked her mouth like it was made for me.

Every part of her is mine. Her heart will be, too.

I tuck myself back into my pants, half-hard and still desperate for the feel of her pussy stretching as I force her to take me.

Soon.

As badly as I want to fuck her and come so deep inside of her that she’ll never be rid of me, I want our first time to be in my bed. I intend to keep her there for the entire night, teaching her body how to take me. Showing her exactly what it means to be mine.

Dropping down, I wrap my arm around her waist and haul her to her feet. The adorable little squeak that comes out of her reminds me that she’s not used to being manhandled .

She’s flushed with arousal as she leans back against the wall, watching me from beneath her long, dark lashes as I reach down between us and pop the button of her jeans.

I’m not gentle when I tug her pants down, but my gaze stays focused on hers as I admire how my rough handling makes her breath hitch.

When I drop to my knees in front of her, the look on her face has me fighting myself not to drag her down to the dirty concrete beneath us and fuck her like an animal.

She’s trembling as I press my face against her pussy where it’s still covered by a thin layer of black cotton.

I inhale deeply, groaning as the scent of her fills me and makes my cock hard all over again.

I drop a hand to re-arrange myself for comfort’s sake, before grabbing her thigh and tossing it over my shoulder.

I meet her lust drunk stare as I reach behind me and pull my knife from the holster at my back, her eyes widening as I bring the weapon between us and quickly cut her panties across the center.

She jerks, recognizing the blade I used to murder the man that tried to kill her. Luckily for her, my dagger is an extension of my arm and I’d never cut her unless I actually intended to. Even though she wiggles, the blade never kisses her skin.

I slide my dagger back into place behind me, reaching up and pulling the torn cotton away from her body. I hold her stare as I tuck the ruined material into my back pocket .

She blushes wildly as I drop my gaze to her pussy, writhing against me like she can’t handle my attention between her thighs. She tries to pull her leg off from my shoulder, but I don’t allow it.

Instead, I place a kiss over her clit, before diving into her drenched pussy with my face. Her body goes lax above me as pleasure washes over her, and I accept her weight easily.

I’m drowning in the taste of her as my tongue sweeps up from her entrance to swirl around her clit.

“Fuck, Dominic, oh my god.”

My fingers dig into her soft thigh where it rests over my shoulder, using the feel of her to ground me as I lose myself in her body.

I kiss her the way I’ve kissed her mouth, worshipping her with my lips, and my tongue, as she writhes against the wall.

Desperate to be inside of her in any way I can, I fuck her with my tongue until the mess of her arousal coats my mouth and chin.

She moves like she’s finally free. Her hips buck gently as little tremors run through her entire body. Gasps and sighs escape her glossy lips like she doesn’t know what to do with all the pleasure coursing through her.

She’s too used to suffering. I can’t let that be her life for another day.

I dip my tongue down into the opening of her pussy, then press down as I sweep it up to flick her clit. She cries out, and from the way she tenses, I know she’s close.

I suck her clit with gentle, consistent pulls of my mouth, until her body convulses for me .

Her hips buck hard, and I groan as the orgasm crashes into her so violently that her knees buckle.

I press her into the wall and hold her up with my body as her hands fall, fingers threading through my hair and gripping me roughly as she rides my face.

I don’t stop as she comes, alternating between sucking and swirling my tongue around her clit until she’s begging me to stop. Where she was once holding me to her, she’s now trying to pry me away. “Please, Dom, I can’t…”

I pull away just long enough to growl my response against the pussy I fucking own. “You can, and you fucking will.”

I hold her captive as she tries to fight me, eating her pussy with renewed purpose as I force her into another hard orgasm. She screams when she comes on my tongue for a second time, the sound echoing through the alcove we’re hidden away in.

I don’t care. I love the fucking sound. If anyone comes looking, I’ll kill them for whatever they witness.

She collapses against me, and this time I let her slide down right into my lap. I settle her over my thighs and she lets me cradle her against my chest. Her face tucks up against my throat, and the intimacy makes my fucking chest ache.

My bloodlust roars to life, and I battle with the overwhelming urge to slaughter anyone that comes anywhere near her. I don’t even want people looking in her direction.

The world abandoned her. They don’t deserve to be in her presence.

I want to lock her up in my house, and keep her to myself. So she forgets what it feels like to be cold, or starving, or unsafe .

She’s trembling in my arms as she fights to catch her breath.

Her arousal is still coating my face, so I use the sleeve of my sweatshirt to wipe it away, then my lips descend on the fragile column of her neck. I suck at the soft skin, leaving red marks all over her as she fights to regain control of her body.

She whimpers when I bite down, crowning one of the marks with the imprint of my teeth.

“I don’t think I can walk,” she whispers against the skin of my neck, her lips placing the softest kiss to my jugular vein.

A small smile curves the edge of my lips as I shift her forward and secure her in my arms.

“You never have to walk again, if you don’t want to.” I shift beneath her, rising to my feet in one fluid motion, lifting her in my arms as I go.

She tenses momentarily, like the weight of her in my arms is too much for me to carry. In response, I shift my grip and gently toss her higher in my arms—just enough to prove my point—then catch her again with ease. She laughs, a little startled, but then her body relaxes.

I set her down long enough to pull her pants back into place, without the panties that are tucked into my pocket.

Reaching down to grab her backpack where it fell to the ground, I pull it over my shoulder, then I lift her back into my arms.

She settles in my embrace like my arms are the safest place in the world, and that realization has my heart pounding so hard I vaguely wonder if I’m having a heart attack .

I start walking back in the direction we came from, my jaw clenched tight so I don’t tell her she’s sleeping in my bed tonight, not out here on the streets. I don’t want to frighten her and ruin her blissful mood.

There’s a small smile on her face as she wraps her arms around my neck, resting her head under my chin. I head straight for the side street, which eventually puts us back out on the busy main road.

She’s completely relaxed in my arms, like we’re alone out here in the middle of the city, like it isn’t weird to see a man carrying a woman in his arms down the street.

I think she’s too used to feeling like a ghost in the world.

Her fingers trace the jagged lines of the tattoo across my collar bones, flirting with the neckline of my shirt as I walk into the nearest park and head for a secluded section backing out onto a pond.

I find a quiet spot next to a large willow tree, and sit at the base of it. I cradle her against me, my grip tightening when she considers wiggling free to sit beside me in the grass.

When she realizes I’m not letting her go, she relaxes again.

“This is crazy,” she whispers, laying her head back down on my shoulder as I gaze down at her. “But I feel so safe with you.”

“Close your eyes for a little while.”

She laughs, the sound so small and soft that I barely hear it. She closes her eyes and nestles into me. “So bossy.”

“You have no idea,” I tell her, but she’s already slipping under the fog of sleep. She’s always so exhausted, and it pisses me off to think she felt so unsafe before I came into her life .

I’m taking her home. I just need a minute.

Just a moment to calm the psychopathic urge to chain her to my bed and never let her leave, to live between her thighs and feed her every meal from my own hands.

I can keep her safe, happy, well fed, and well fucked.

I need to fucking relax. I’ve gotten under her skin enough that she’ll let me take her, and she won’t fight me when she realizes I meant everything I said about keeping her. Right?

Doesn’t matter. If she fights me, I’ll do whatever I have to do to keep her.

With her fast asleep in my arms, I move slowly and carefully as I pull my phone out and open up the group chat between me and my brothers.

RYKER

It's fight night tomorrow, boys.

GHOST

Fuck yeah.

TORIN

I’ll be there.

RYKER

Of course you will, motherfucker.

TORIN

Don’t you fucking start with me.

RYKER

Oh, I’m starting. I’m four drinks into the night with a club packed so full there’s a line outside, and my favourite brother is fighting in my cage tomorrow night.

GHOST

Your favourite? Why don’t you just suck his dick already.

RYKER

Come here and I’ll suck yours, you jealous bitch.

GHOST

First of all, fuck you. Secondly, fuck you.

RYKER

You’re lucky I’m not into men, ‘cuz I’d ruin your life with my tongue skills, Warrick.

TORIN

What the actual fuck is this fucking conversation.

GHOST

Use my first name again and I’m going to show up and beat your fucking ass.

RYKER

Come beat my ass, sweetie-pie.

TORIN

I'm going the fuck to bed.

I want to laugh, but I force myself to suppress the urge. I don’t want to wake up Wren, not when she’s sleeping soundly. I want her to rest a little before what happens next.

My foster brothers are unhinged, but the fucked up way they talk to each other never fails to bring a stupid smile to my face. It doesn’t matter how brutal the threats are, they rarely come with any real weight.

ME

Torin, don't leave me alone with these two.

RYKER

Look who it is. My favourite brother.

GHOST

This motherfucker…

RYKER

Don't be mad, baby, you know I love you too.

Come join me for a drink, Dom.

ME

Can't.

RYKER

Why the fuck not?

ME

I’m sitting in a park with my girl asleep in my arms.

RYKER

Well I’ll be damned. When do I get to meet my new sister?

ME

You come anywhere near her and I’ll castrate you.

RYKER

Sharing is caring.

ME

Death is pretty caring too, when it’s quick and painless.

RYKER

She's gonna love me.

GHOST

You're insufferable.

RYKER

That’s a big word you used there, Warrick. Compensating for something?

GHOST

Give me 15 minutes to finish my drink, then I’m coming. I’m going to break every bone in your face.

I shake my head, and close the chat. I know Ghost is going to make good on his threat and drive all the way to the club just to punch Ryker, especially since he cleared his schedule tonight in case I need him.

I put my phone down beside me, then turn my focus back to Wren. She’s fast asleep, her face relaxed and peaceful. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen her like this, and it kills me that I’m not tucking her into my bed right now.

Dropping my hand, I feel for the hypodermic needle tucked away in my pocket, and a sigh escapes me as I lean my head back against the tree and close my eyes.

I never imaged I’d ever fall for someone, not like this. But here I am, sitting here in the darkness under a fucking tree with a homeless girl asleep in my arms. I’m letting her sleep before I upend her entire life and take over like a tyrannical psychopath.

Bringing her home is the only option.