Page 53 of The Sinner’s Desire (The Sinner’s Touch #1)

Like me, she’s furious—and I’m experienced enough to know that ninety percent of our anger is sexual tension.

I’ve never been denied what I wanted, and every word coming out of my woman’s mouth right now is a challenge to my control.

I try to pull up every ounce of reason, reminding myself that this is my Lilly—the only woman I’ve ever wanted for more than one night. The one I’m thinking about keeping indefinitely.

I need to control the beast inside me that’s screaming to give her exactly what she seems to crave—my loss of control.

It’s like Lilly wants the part of me I keep hidden from the world. Rage and need. She sees the monster in me—and she’s not afraid of it.

I’m so fucking pissed.

I’m man enough to admit that most of that anger is directed at myself—for making her doubt us.

But there’s still that voice in my head telling me never to trust a woman, so even knowing I might be walking straight into hell, I choose to use sex as the strongest bond between us.

“You want to touch me?” I taunt, knowing from the hunger in her eyes that despite her anger, she’s dying for it. “I’m right here.”

“You can’t use my desire against me.”

“I’m not using it, baby. I’m working it. Deny you’re dying to feel my body,” I say, shoving aside the truth that with her, it’s not just sex—there’s so much more to explore. “You know you want me to pick up right where we left off at the party. Admit you want me to fuck you hard.”

She gasps, but my own words flip a switch in me, because now I’m obsessed with possessing her.

“It’s not fair.” Her voice is soft, almost a whimper. “I can’t fight it.”

I know her well enough now to see her defenses crumbling.

“I’m dying to fuck you. I can’t get enough of you.

I always want more. Can’t you see that? You’re my addiction, Lillyana,” I confess—giving zero fucks about any defense now.

“I haven’t thought about anything else since I left—just you, naked, on all fours while I take you from behind, marking that pale skin of yours. ”

“You want my body. That’s all this is.”

“I do want it.” I don’t deny it. “But I want more. I want everything.”

“I don’t want to hear those empty words,” she says, clearly furious again. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep. I’m not some fragile flower. I’d rather hear the truth than any sweet-sounding lie.”

“I don’t lie, Lilly. I always say exactly what I mean.”

That should calm her—but instead, it seems to piss her off even more.

“So if you meant every word you said, does that apply to the texts too? Are you that brutally honest, Amos? Then don’t treat me like I’m made of glass.

At least let me have the full experience.

Show me what you give to your other women,” she spits out, jealous of the fact that there were others before her, I can see it.

I stay silent, trying to calm myself. Waiting for her to calm down too. We’re both unstable right now, and a part of me knows I should leave while I’m still in control.

But that’s not what I do. Instead, I let the beast inside me out. She has no idea what she’s asking for, but suddenly, I don’t want to hide it anymore.

Taking a step closer, I unbuckle my belt and pop open my pants. “You want to know how I treat my women ?” I emphasize those last two words with the same ironic edge she used. “Fine. I’ll show you, Lilly.”

My fingers lower the zipper—and when I see her tremble, I command, “On your knees.”

For a moment, I think she didn’t hear me, but then her eyes drop to the hard outline of my cock straining against my boxer briefs.

I stroke myself slowly, teasing her—but it’s her who nearly kills me when she obediently drops to her knees in front of me.

I take another step forward and stretch out my hand—waiting for hers. When she gives it to me, I guide it to my erection.

“I taught you how to suck me, but I’ve never fucked your mouth. Today, I’m pushing all the way to your throat and you’re going to take it.”

She blinks, nervous—trying to pull her hand back—but I guide her, the gentle way I place her fingers on my cock at odds with my rough words.

“Feel how hard I am for you? You know my size, my girth, Lilly. Are you going to give me what I want? Let me fuck your throat?”

She moans in response, eyes going hazy, as her fingers start moving up and down along my length.

A little more confident now, she grips tighter, stroking faster—then frees my cock completely, collecting the pre-cum on her thumb.

“Taste it.” I part her lips with my fingers, going wild when I watch her suck her thumb.

Gripping her jaw with one hand, I stroke myself with the other, right in front of her mouth.

Her chest is heaving—her anticipation short-circuiting me.

“Open your mouth. Just take the head, no hands. Remember what I said about control? I’m going to demand it tonight.”

I switch the hand on my cock for one in her hair—tight enough to sting—and instead of complaining, she moans around it.

“Just the head, baby. Suck it. Swallow my pre-cum. Relax your jaw. I’m not in a hurry. I want to fuck this mouth for a long time. Breathe through your nose.”

I tilt her head back, keeping her still—and slide in halfway, gradually going deeper. I pull almost all the way out—then back in, over and over, letting her adjust. When she seems relaxed, I push all the way in, stopping at her throat.

She panics for a second, and I pull back. “I won’t hurt you. Trust me.”

I thrust again, picking up speed, going deeper each time. “Pull the straps of your dress down. Show me what’s mine.”

She obeys, her nipples hard as rocks.

“Just like that, baby,” I praise. “Now touch your pussy and your nipple at the same time.”

I keep a tight grip on her hair, forcing her to let me do whatever I want.

“You have no idea how crazy it makes me to see you submitting like this.”

She moans around my cock in response.

I’m hypnotized, completely lost in her.

The pleasure is unlike anything I’ve ever felt, and I know it’s because it’s Lilly.

The only one capable of wrecking my world—of making me fear a lonely existence now that I’ve had a taste of her. Until not long ago, solitude sounded like paradise to me.

What fucks with all my control is her surrender.

If the delicious moans she’s making while I fuck her mouth are any clue, she’s drowning in her own arousal, loving every second.

I take her harder now, pushing for what I want, giving her a taste of what I need, driving deep, hitting her throat.

I feel myself swell and I know I need to stop or I’ll come in her mouth. “Lilly, stop. I’m too close, baby.”

But her fingers speed up between her thighs.

“ Fuck , Lilly! Is that what you want?”

She nods, and nothing could stop me now.

I go deeper. “You want me to fill your mouth? Then drink every drop. Clean me up.” My fingers tighten in her hair and I thrust without mercy, lost in pleasure. “I need it harder, baby. Take it all.”

I’m not fucking her throat as brutally as I do her pussy, but it’s more than I’ve ever given her mouth. She doesn’t look scared. She locks eyes with me, silently inviting me in—and like the perfect student, relaxes completely.

In seconds, I explode.

“Swallow.”

I feel the jets pumping out of me and lose the last shred of sanity when I watch her throat move, swallowing me down.

When I’m completely spent, I stop—still buried in her mouth—my skin brushing her chin.

I stroke her gently, marveling at the perfection I have in my hands.

I kneel—and pull her into my lap. “You’re my woman, Lillyana. Never doubt that.”