Page 64 of The Sinner’s Desire (The Sinner’s Touch #1)

I’m losing my mind.

As we leave the apartment—Lilly not even glancing my way—I can’t stop blaming myself for the pain etched across her face.

It doesn’t matter that it was all a setup meant to protect her. It doesn’t change the fact that I willingly made Lilly suffer.

I’m so fucking pissed!

At Ethan first, for getting between us. But mostly at myself—for letting him talk me into this plan. I should’ve locked her in a fucking castle, if that’s what it took to keep her safe, but never hurt her feelings like this.

I picture myself in her place, walking into that room and seeing a half-naked man offering himself to her.

The result wouldn’t have been pretty. I would’ve killed the bastard.

But instead, Lilly was generous—and being the kind soul she is, she thought only of shielding the dancer from the embarrassment.

Her courage in exposing her brother’s setup didn’t surprise me. I know she’s a fighter. What did surprise me was that she still wanted me around afterward. I don’t know if I’d be so forgiving if the roles were reversed.

“Where are we going?” I ask, still in the elevator—more to try and get a reaction out of her than because I care. I’ll follow her no matter what. I’ll never leave her side again.

“I don’t want to talk, Amos. You can come with me or not, but I’m not promising we’ll talk.”

“I’m coming with you.”

She doesn’t even glance at me as we get into the car waiting for us downstairs. She doesn’t ask if I want to drive my own.

Her face is serious as she scrolls through her phone. When she’s done, she hands it to the driver.

About ten minutes later, we pull up in front of a well-known hotel owned by the Oviedo family—the youngest daughter is Lilly’s best friend.

Without waiting for anyone to open her door, she walks straight to the reception desk—never once looking back.

I follow in silence because I don’t give a damn what she’s planning. I’d walk barefoot on broken glass if that’s what it took to stay by her side.

“How many nights, miss?” I hear the receptionist ask. Even though I don’t understand what’s going on, I trust her decision.

Once we’re in the elevator, I ask why we’re here and not at her apartment.

“I don’t want you there,” she says bluntly. “I don’t know where we stand after tonight—and I already have enough memories of you in my place.”

It feels like a knife to the gut. But I know I deserve whatever she throws at me.

“I don’t care where we are. I’ll follow you anywhere.”

“You say that now. But will you still feel the same tomorrow?”

We step into the hotel room, and Lilly walks over to the window. I lean against the door, unsure what she wants from me. My body is aching to touch her, I’m fighting a brutal war with myself, but I hold back.

“I want you. I love you like crazy, Amos. But I won’t be manipulated.”

“Lilly—”

“No. Now I’m going to talk. I want everything between us—or I want nothing.

I won’t accept halfway. You already told me what you do for work, and I know what you like behind closed doors.

I know you. I gave myself to you without holding back, but that’s not enough because you still see me as some fragile porcelain doll.

I’m ready to be your woman, and if you can’t see that, it’ll hurt, but I’d rather walk away now. ”

“It’s not a good idea to threaten me, Lillyana.”

“I’m not threatening you. I’m demanding what’s mine. You’re mine—and I’m yours. How can you not see that?” She looks angry and defeated all at once. “Why can’t you see that, Amos?”

I run a hand through my hair, trying to clear my head. “I’m on the edge, baby. Not just because of what happened tonight.” I take a deep breath. She’s watching me, but she doesn’t look afraid. “You have no idea what I’ve done these past few days.”

What would she say if I told her I tortured a man without mercy—carving him up piece by piece until I got every bit of information I wanted?

She’d run as far away from me as possible.

“No, I don’t, because you still won’t tell me anything. You still won’t trust me to be what you need. Test me, Amos.”

“Jesus Christ, Lilly. Don’t push. You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“Why don’t you just admit I’m not enough for you? Don’t lie to me! I won’t live with lies anymore. I’m done pretending I don’t care about always coming second.”

“ Second? That’s what you think? That you’re not the first priority in my life?” I know I’m losing it, but now that the door’s open, I can’t stop. I take a step closer, my body alive with energy.

She trembles—but I don’t give a damn if she’s scared right now.

“Are you sure this is what you want? To see who I really am?” She nods—but that’s not enough. “Say it, Lilly.”

“Yes, to anything with you. It will always be yes for you, as long as I’m sure you love me. Even if you’ve never said it—and believing it might make me a fool—I know you love me as much as I love you.”

I choose to ignore her words because I can’t deal with feelings right now. The thought that she’ll leave me once I tell her about Jonathan is firmly rooted in my mind.

Like the selfish bastard I am, though—I want one more night. One more time with her before she learns who I really am and pushes me away for good.

“We’ll talk. But first, I want you.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“I am. You want answers? You’ll give me everything I want first. You’ll submit to my desire.”

“Have I ever not done that?”

“Before we start, one thing: you can ask me to stop at any time. But that’s it. For everything else, you say yes. No questions.”

Her throat moves as she swallows hard. “I trust you. I won’t ask you to stop.”

I hold her gaze for a few long seconds, knowing there’s no turning back. “Strip,” I order harshly.

I see the apprehension on her beautiful face and almost hope she won’t obey.

But after a moment’s hesitation, she starts unbuttoning her blouse.

My pulse pounds so hard I can hear the blood in my ears.

I’m mesmerized by her innocent striptease—by her faith in me, even after what she’s been through today.

“All of it?” she asks, trying to sound brave, though I can see how nervous she is.

“I said naked, Lilly.”

She begins sliding her pants down—and with every inch of skin revealed, my need skyrockets.

“I’m not afraid of you,” she says like she’s trying to convince herself more than me. “I know you’d never hurt me.”

“I won’t hurt you, but I’ll take you. All of you.”

“I don’t care,” she says without backing down. “I can be what you need. I already know you like to take control—and I like when you do. I love how you take charge.”

“Fuck, Lilly.” It’s so fucking hard to hold back the adrenaline coursing through me. Afraid of losing control, I go with what I’ve used with other women. “Turn off the light. I don’t need to see you.”

My harsh words seem to catch her off-guard, but she’s not giving up. After looking at me for a long moment, she walks to the lamp, turns it off—then flicks it back on a few seconds later. “No.”

“No?”

“I’m here, Amos. I’ll give you anything you ask, but you’ll know it’s me with you. I won’t be just another woman you’ve fucked.”

“I never said you were.”

“Then why are you treating me like one? Right now, I hate you a little. But I miss you too.”

“I don’t need words,” I say, trying to keep her from getting deeper under my skin.

“I touched myself last night, thinking about everything you do to me.”

Fuck.

“You want to drive me insane, don’t you? See how far you can push me?”

“You didn’t know I touched myself thinking of you?” she continues her sweet torture. “You make me so crazy when you kiss me here,” she says, lightly tracing the blonde curls between her thighs.

“Sit on the edge of the bed. Spread your legs—and part your pussy lips. I want to see you.”

She finally wavers—almost losing her nerve—but she recovers quickly. That’s my girl—my most delicious fantasy come true. After a few seconds of hesitation, she asks, “Tell me what you want. Anything, and I’ll do it.”

“Touch your pussy and tell me if you’re wet.”

She obeys, shyly.

I clench my fists at my sides, watching her open herself, rubbing her clit. Even from here, I can see her slick juices glistening like hot honey.

“Oh God,” she moans.

I swallow hard as her legs begin to tremble. She’s just as turned on as I am.

“Does this turn you on?” I ask, undoing my jeans to match her movements. “The thought of showing yourself to your man—does that get you off?”

“Yes. I love when you look at me.”

My desire is almost painful now. She knows exactly which buttons to press. She leans back, spreading her legs wide open.

I can’t remember ever wanting a woman this badly. Her moans almost make me come—and I grip my cock in response.

“Open your eyes. Look at what you do to me,” I say.

Even through the haze of lust, she obeys. Her pupils dilate when she sees me naked, hard and ready for her. “I want all of it inside me.”

“You’re a little witch, Lilly. You’re killing me here.”

“I’m not doing it on purpose. It’s just . . . you make me burn .”

“You think you’re so brave, little one? Think this is a game?” I ask as I step closer. “I don’t play, baby. This is me, and you better be ready to take all of it.”

My entire body hums with tension, my eyes roaming her without stopping.

I kneel between her open legs, tracing a finger along the inside of her thigh, making her whimper. “Beautiful.”

The touch is on her, but it feels like an electric current jolting through me. Even the smallest contact with her leaves me raw with need.

She bites her lip as she watches my hands move.

I stare—lost in a cloud of desire—watching her every reaction. “You still want this?”

“I want everything between us.”

“We’ll see.” I lower my mouth to her pussy—devouring her hungrily. The second my tongue touches her, Lilly starts begging for more.

“Please.”

I’m not sure what she’s asking for: for me to end her torment by taking her, or for a chance at us.

I focus on her body—because I can’t think beyond this moment. There may be no tomorrow when this night is over.

She wants to know who I am, and I won’t hide anything anymore.

“Play with your tits for me. You said you touch yourself thinking of what I do to you—show me how you please yourself.”

“I’d rather you do it.”

“Of course you would,” I say, pulling her hips toward me, her legs over my shoulders. “But you asked me to show you what I like—and what I like is obedience.”

I wait until she obeys, and when she finally tugs at her nipples, I feast on her pussy with brutal hunger. It doesn’t take long for her to fall apart beneath me—her first orgasm wracking her body. Even when she’s too sensitive and tries to pull away, I don’t stop.

I slide two fingers inside her, fucking her deep.

She goes wild, screaming my name. But I don’t stop until her pussy is grinding against my tongue.

I don’t give her time to recover, lifting her hips to lick between her ass cheeks.

She stiffens and I pause.

“Anything I want, Lillyana. Or nothing.”

She draws a shaky breath. “Anything, Amos.”

I lick and push my tongue into her untouched hole, keeping her clit and pussy worked with my fingers.

She comes hard again, her legs collapsing boneless against the bed. But I’m just getting started.

I make a quick call to room service, then return to her.

She’s still lying where I left her, and I pull her legs around my waist, driving deep into her soaked pussy.

My woman trembles beneath me, her face twisted with pleasure at every thrust, almost making me come. One hand grips her hip while the other fists in her hair.

I don’t look away as I fuck her, and my love for her is so fierce, I don’t know how I’ll survive when she leaves me.

“I’m going to come inside you.”

“Do it. I love you. I’m yours.”

I fuck her hard, shuddering as the first wave of my orgasm hits. And I don’t pull out—not even when there’s nothing left to give.

I hear the knock at the door and wrap a towel around myself to answer. The waiter has brought the tray I ordered, unable to meet my eyes.

“Anyone else here?” Lilly asks when I’m back.

“No. Just the two of us.” I set the condoms and lube on the table and see her forehead crease in doubt.

I give her no time for questions, flipping her onto her stomach and kissing down her back to her ass, my hands gliding over her toned thighs.

She moans when my stubble scrapes her skin.

I spread her legs wider and bite her ass, not too gently. She lifts her head to glance back at me.

“Spread your cheeks for my tongue.”

“Amos . . .”

“Do it, Lilly.”

She hesitates—but when she finally obeys, it drives me mad.

I tease her tight hole, making her relax, making her moan louder and louder.

“I love your tongue. Don’t stop . . .”

I growl, desperate. “You’re such a little tease, Lilly.”

“No. I’m just telling you what you do to me. I’m giving you control like I promised, Amos.”

I grab the lube, pouring a generous amount on her.

She tries to stay still, but I feel her anticipation building in waves.

“I won’t hurt you. What I want is to mark you completely. To come on this pretty ass, just like I have in your throat and your pussy.”