Page 73 of The Sinner’s Desire (The Sinner’s Touch #1)

The first thing I notice when I walk into the house is the silence.

If you have kids, you know exactly what I mean. With three children, the concept of “peace and quiet” is . . . fluid, almost as rare as a bottle of Kona Nigari water.

Not that I’m complaining.

For someone who spent most of his life closed off, it’s weird how much I miss the noise they make with their endless questions—usually all at once—about every little detail around us, or the occasional protest from Hana.

So this kind of silence feels . . . off.

I drop my bag on the couch, and as I head toward the bedroom, I notice flickering candles have replaced the lights.

Soft music plays in the background.

And now I’m grinning like the cat that got the canary—because I know my wife has planned something.

Of course I remembered it’s our wedding anniversary. I had a bracelet custom-made for her by a renowned jeweler in the Principality of Amasitano [4] —and I’ve been keeping it hidden for weeks.

When I suggested going out to dinner, Lilly said she preferred to stay in.

Now, I'm dying to know why.

Despite the chaos of juggling careers and kids, the sex between us is still explosive. Our desire hasn’t faded one bit. We steal every chance we can get to satisfy this hunger we have for each other.

Lilly is insatiable.

I love sex—and so does she—which makes every time I’m inside her feel like a brand-new high.

I push the bedroom door open, fully expecting to find her waiting for me, but nothing could’ve prepared me for the goddess in a black and red corset and killer heels sitting on the bed, legs crossed.

Fuck, she gets more gorgeous every year.

I thought maybe with time, the effect she had on me would ease up—but my hunger for her only grows stronger.

Just looking at her has me getting hard, because I know what it’s like to be inside her. I have every one of her moans memorized. The way her eyes glow seconds before she comes. I remember every smile, every move, every single touch—and that’s what keeps me sane during the day.

That’s what gets me through.

I’m not just in love with her—I’m obsessed with her.

“You’re late,” she says, standing up, and I can’t look away from her thick thighs wrapped in stockings and garters.

“I didn’t know I was expected,” I tease, even as my pulse kicks up a notch.

Lilly is pure sin wrapped in silk.

“You’re always expected. Every night, I crave the feeling of you inside me.”

“Fuck, baby,” I growl, stepping forward, but she lifts her hand to stop me.

“No. You haven’t been a good boy, and you won’t get your reward so easily. First, I need to see if you can behave.”

Even though I’m painfully turned on, I grin and play along. “Really? And how exactly can I prove I can behave? Because sweetheart, there’s no way I’m not getting that reward.” I let my gaze drag over every inch of her, watching her suck in a breath.

“Sit,” she commands, and it turns me on even more.

Lilly usually likes when I take control. Seeing her step out of her comfort zone tells me tonight’s going to be sinfully good.

I’m about to obey . . . until I decide to flip the game. I start stripping instead.

“What are you doing?” she stammers.

I never break eye contact with her, and I almost lose my grip on the whole act when she licks her lips the moment I slide my boxer briefs down. “Getting comfortable.”

I’m rock hard. And she doesn’t even pretend not to stare.

Hiding a smile, I sit back in the chair across the room.

Let’s see how long she holds out.

She seems torn between sticking to the plan or jumping straight into my lap—either way, I’m more than ready.

I raise a brow in challenge, knowing exactly what that does to her. My woman doesn’t back down when provoked. Suddenly snapping into gear, she starts moving to the music, letting her body sway deliciously.

I swallow hard. I know exactly where this is going, and I’m already losing my mind in anticipation.

She’s never stripped for me before. Usually, she waits for me to tell her what to do—a walking, breathing erotic dream. But now? Now I’m desperate to watch every second of this performance.

She turns around, shaking that perfect ass, and I let out a low, involuntary growl.

I nearly have a fucking heart attack when she bends forward, palms on her ankles, that tiny thong giving me a full view of her pussy’s outline.

“Fuck, Lillyana!

She straightens and glances over her shoulder with a wicked smile. “You said you could be a good boy.”

I can’t answer.

Every ounce of my focus is on letting her finish her show, but when she turns around and unhooks her bra, letting those perfect tits bounce free for me, my hand goes straight to my cock and I start masturbating myself.

She freezes mid-move, like the script has completely slipped her mind.

“Something wrong, baby?” I ask, knowing she’s already on the edge.

“Keep touching yourself,” she whispers. “Do it nice and slow for me.”

I slide down lower in the chair, spreading my legs wider so she can see everything I’m doing.

I pump my thick erection, squeezing the head to keep myself from losing it too fast.

I hold out my palm, already slick with pre-cum, and her self-control lasts maybe fifteen seconds.

Turning, she rummages through the nightstand.

My blood is fucking boiling when I see what she pulls out: a pair of handcuffs.

“I’m the worst stripper ever,” she says, smiling shamelessly. “You’re way better at this control thing than I am.” The little temptress keeps up her seductive speech. “Do whatever you want,” she says, handing me the cuffs. “I’m yours—and I love obeying you.”

I glance at the restraints and smile, but that’s not what I want tonight. What I want is to feel her nails digging into my skin, desperate with lust.

I get to my feet and scoop her into my arms, fist her hair in a rough grip, and devour her mouth.

“We can play with the cuffs later. Right now, I want you riding my cock.”

I don’t wait for her consent. Lying back on the bed, I position her exactly where I want her—on top of me.

Grabbing her round, juicy ass, I rip her panties off with one hand. Then I do the same to her bra.

“Much better. Now I have full access to my paradise.”

“I bought that lingerie today. You’re an animal, husband.”

“You are fucking gorgeous. No woman could ever compare to you, Lillyana. No piece of lingerie will ever match the beauty of your naked body.”

She sighs, completely undone. Then she lifts her hips and sinks all the way down onto my cock. “You’re such a seducer, Amos,” she pants, breathless. “My love. My sinner. Mine.”