Page 50 of The Sinner’s Desire (The Sinner’s Touch #1)

I only came here to get her. To take her away from this toxic family.

A simple task—with no detours. But apparently, Lilly has other ideas.

As much as I’m annoyed that we’re staying here longer than I’d like, her change in attitude turns me on like crazy.

But here’s the thing: my Lilly has no idea what she’s messing with. Every time she tries to pull away, she only feeds my need to dominate her. I’m fucking desperate for her. The longing I felt for her, the hunger for her body...It’s clouding my logic.

“I came for you,” I finally reply.

“What does that mean?” She looks ready to fight. “I don’t need a babysitter or protection from anyone. I can take care of myself.”

I count to ten in my head to calm down. Only then do I lean in and bite her earlobe—hard enough to excite her, but with just enough pain to make my point.

“Careful,” I whisper slowly, and she lets out a shaky breath.

“I’m not afraid of you,” she shoots back, reckless.

“Say that again in thirty minutes. I’m not going to go easy on you, Lilly.”

“In thirty minutes, I’ll be home.”

“In thirty minutes, you’ll be naked while I fuck you hard. I’m going to bend you over and fuck you so deep you’ll feel me inside you for days.”

She’s breathing hard but doesn’t look away.

We’re burning for each other, and I can see the truth of that on her face.

“Let’s go, baby,” I order and ask all at once.

Her cheeks are pink, and the skin on her back is blazing hot.

I think I’ve finally won this round—until I see that same blond prick from campus approaching.

“Lilly.”

To my irritation, she pulls out of my arms and turns to the smiling asshole. “Ben! How are you? I didn’t see you earlier!”

He grins like she just asked him to marry her. Idiot.

“Hi . . .Amos, right?” he says to me, but he can’t hide the way he’s staring at my woman.

Jealousy flares hot inside me, but it only takes me a second to recover. I pull her back into my arms, gripping her waist. “We’re leaving, Benjamin. Say goodbye, Lilly.”

“Actually, Amos just got here, Ben. Maybe we’ll dance a little, since my boyfriend is probably tired from his trip. Right, babe?”

She’s testing my limits—and I need to get out of here before I do something I’ll regret.

“No, baby. I’m full of energy. I’m not planning on sleeping tonight. Let’s go.”

Yeah, that was about as subtle as a freight train, and I wouldn’t normally say shit like that in public. But Lilly’s been pushing me since the second we saw each other.

She shivers, then gives in, even though she looks like she’s about to bite me, her cheeks burning red. “Of course. Let’s go. Ben, it was nice seeing you.”

“I’ll call you this week,” the bastard adds right before I start dragging her away by the hand.

I head toward the exit, but she tugs me toward what looks like a bathroom.

Some people watch us, but I don’t give a fuck.

I’d follow her to hell if I had to.

She walks in ahead of me, and I lock the door behind us.

“What the hell are you thinking—wanting to stay in this house? You told me you didn’t feel safe here.”

“And I don’t. But I don’t need a protector. I gave you everything—and a few days apart and it’s like none of it mattered. You treated me like I was nothing. You broke up with me over the phone.”

“I didn’t break up with you. I was an asshole, I admit it, but we are not over. You are mine.”

“You think that’s how it works? That you can just snap your fingers and I’ll come running?”

In two steps, I have her pinned against the wall, her delicious body trapped beneath me. “A liar now, Lillyana?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No? You’re mine. If I lift this dress right now, you’ll be ready for me, baby. You might hate me at this moment, but you want me too, and that’s why you’re losing your mind. You need me to take the edge off, Lilly? Can’t wait until we get home, my sexy girl?”

It was supposed to be a tease. I hadn’t planned on fucking her in the middle of a party, especially not in a place where those two pieces of shit are present—but she leans against the wall, eyes glazed, staring down at my cock.

That gorgeous mouth opens, and maybe unconsciously, she licks her lips.

With a growl, I lift her into my arms and bite her neck. “Say you want me to fuck you. Admit you need my cock filling that tight little pussy.”

“Oh God! Please.”

“Please what?”

“My thighs are throbbing, aching. Make it stop.”

All rational thought vanishes—only instinct remains—as I unzip my pants and pull out my cock. “I’m going to make you come once because we both need it, but after that, we’re leaving. You’ll follow me without complaint, because I want you naked in my bed. I’m going to fuck you all night long.”

I push her panties aside and drive into her without giving her a chance to reply, my hands gripping her ass, holding her wide open.

She clenches around me, her body shaking from how roughly I’m taking her.

I pull out almost completely, leaving just the head inside—then thrust back in deep. “Feel how your pussy stretches to take me? Feel how perfect we are together?”

It’s a painful kind of pleasure, because she’s squeezing me so tight.

I move my hips in long, rough strokes, giving her no pause. When her moans get too loud, I swallow them with my mouth, devouring every sound.

Her orgasm hits without warning, wild and explosive, and I feel her heels pressing into my ass, trying to take even more.

I arch my body, and as I feel her clenching and shuddering, I spill deep inside her, staring at her gorgeous face, knowing full well that no matter how wrong it is to want her, I’m not giving this up.

Not anytime soon.

I kiss her forehead. “Let’s go.”

She nods silently, and when I set her down, she looks a little shy as I grab a paper towel, wet it with hot water, and lift her onto the counter to clean her.

“I can do it.”

I don’t reply. I just finish what I started.

When I’m satisfied, I kneel in front of her. “Lift your dress.”

She obeys, though reluctantly, and won’t meet my gaze as I pull her panties back in place and adjust her dress.

I stand and lift her chin. “Do you need to say goodbye to Theodoro?”

“No. I’ll text him,” she says, walking out ahead of me, head held high, completely indifferent to the stares we draw from the other guests.