Page 85 of The Ecstasy of Sin

Damnit, I’m starting to fall for him.

He drops me suddenly from his shoulders, right into his lap, spinning us in one swift motion to press me flat against the shower floor.

He looms above me, the water pelting his back, shielding me from it.

“You seem confused, little lamb,” he growls, his jaw clenched, eyes dark with feral possession that crosses into madness. “You are fucking mine, and I will never let you go.”

My breath hitches as my eyes roam down the length of his body. His cock hangs hard as steel and throbbing with the intensity of his desire.

His arms are strained with tension, every line of muscle drawn tight as he holds himself above me.

I can see the battle he is waging to keep control of himself, in the shadows of his eyes, and the tension in his entire body where it hovers above mine.

“I want to take my time with you tonight. Lay you down in my bed, make you come so many times you soak through my sheets, make sure you’re ready for me when I teach your pretty pussy how to take my cock.”

Arousal burns bright inside of me all over again, his filthy words anchoring me to my own maddening lust.

He lowers his head, his teeth finding my ear lobe. There is a viciousness in his voice that genuinely scares me. “But if you keep talking like we aren’t forever, I’m going to force myself inside of you right here on the shower floor and fuck you until you’re broken and bleeding. Then I’ll chain you to my bed for the rest of your fucking life.”

When he draws back to stare down at me, the lunacy in his eyes has real fear spiraling down through my spine like a warning. He’s an animal, braced on the edge of his self control, threatening to shatter and drag us both down to hell.

I know it’s going to hurt when we have sex for the first time. He’s huge, and I’ve never had more than a tampon inside of me. Even that was uncomfortable at first, which only confirmedwhat I always suspected—that my virginity was going to be a physical problem when I finally let someone in.

When he penetrated me with his fingers, I know he felt the resistance of my body. The fact that he’s trying to protect my first time makes me feel incredibly emotional.

“I’m scared,” I confess, my voice catching in my throat as tears gather in the corners of my eyes. “Please don’t break my heart.”

All of that madness fades from his eyes, replaced by obsession and reverence.

“Fuck,” he groans, dropping his head, before shifting backwards and taking me with him.

He sits back, cradling me in his lap, his arms secured around me. “I know this is scary, and it’s happening fast, but I promise you this… I’m going to make you love me until it’s as easy as breathing, and you forget what it feels like to have your heart torn in two.”

The tears slip free, mixing with the warm water still raining down from above, unseen by my dark protector.

“I’ll make you love me,” he promises, a gentle murmur against my hair.

I have a feeling it will be easier than he thinks.

CHAPTER 22

Dominic

Theroadislongand dark, carved through the dense stretch of forest just outside of Toronto. This northern corridor is perfect for my motorcycle—a modded, blacked-out Kawasaki Ninja. My decision to bring it tonight instead of my car was a selfish one.

I wanted Wren pressed against me, her arms locked tight around my waist, clinging to me like her life depends on it. And that’s exactly what I got.

The engine purrs beneath us, a steady vibration that always settles my nerves, as we glide under the cover of night.

After some brief instructions and a promise not to let go, my wide-eyed little lamb climbed on behind me, blushing as her body slid forward into the passenger seat, her thighs forced to cradle my hips.

It felt so fucking good to ride with her pressed against my back. Every time we dipped into a turn, she squeezed tighter, and pressed closer. I could feel her heartbeat syncing with mine, steady, fast, and alive with excitement.

Even though our helmets are linked with radios, we’ve been comfortable with the silence as we left the city to head for Blood Siphon. I checked in on her a few times, but other than that, she seemed content to just cling to me and enjoy the smooth ride.

It took us just under an hour to reach Blood Siphon. A massive, modern black building carved into the edge of the woods. Bright lights blaze across the parking lot, illuminating the stretch of forest like a stage.

Ryker built this place to be discreet, but make no mistake—every criminal in the country knows what it is and uses it for their shady dealings.