Page 43 of The Sinner’s Touch (Manwhore #2)

Angel groaned in frustration but did what he asked. She kept the pressure of her finger light, teasing her clit with gentle, feather-like touches. It drove her mad. She whimpered and pressed upward, her ass leaving the bed as she continued the slow caress.

Kade walked around the bed. He leaned down and whispered, “Don’t stop fingering yourself, sweetheart. No matter what I do, don’t stop and don’t go any faster.”

He rubbed his thumb over one of her already sore nipples and kissed her.

Angel went into sensory overload, but somehow, she managed to keep up the slow, steady assault on her clit.

He pinched her nipple and teased her bottom lip.

She moaned into his mouth, and he tugged on her nipple.

Sweet Lord, she was going to combust if this didn’t end.

Her poor nipple slipped free of his grip, but he slid his hand down along her abdomen and brought it to rest on top of her hand.

His finger guided hers as he set the tempo.

She cried out when he pushed down, and her fingernail dug into the tender skin of her clit.

His mouth closed over her nipple and sucked hard while his hand kept forcing her to rub her clit hard and slow.

Angel tried to pull her hand away. She couldn’t take this.

It was too intense. Kade let out a growl and nipped her nipple with his teeth, basically telling her to man up.

“Kade, please…I can’t…this is too…”

Kade let up the pressure on her clit, hearing the breaking point in her voice. He wanted to erase Donovan from her thoughts, but he wouldn’t push her too far. She was still suffering from fear and pain, and he would show her she could trust him.

He released her and stood, digging into his jeans and finding the condom in his wallet. He rolled it on then climbed up her body, settling between her spread thighs. “You good, moye serdtse ?”

She shuddered when he flexed his hips into her, his cock rubbing along her swollen clit. “I won’t be if you don’t fuck me soon, Kincaid.”

“Patience, grasshopper, patience.”

“Fuck your Kung Fu sage wisdom.” She pushed up and licked his bottom lip. “If you don’t get inside me soon, I am…”

He cut her off with a kiss. His lips were hard, aggressive, and she kissed him back just as hard, making sure he understood her need.

He did, and while he didn’t want to rush this, his cock demanded he get inside her before it mutinied.

Mindful of her back, he sat up. “Roll over, baby, so we don’t hurt your back. ”

Her eyes widened, and he knew she was remembering when the fucker flipped her, tied her up, and almost raped her.

He wanted to give her something to help combat that memory more than anything else.

When she didn’t move, he rolled her over onto her stomach and grabbed some of the pillows to put under her, presenting her ass to him.

He pushed her legs wider and cupped her ass cheeks, squeezing them and giving her time to calm down.

He wouldn’t do a damn thing until she was ready, no matter what his dick screamed at him to do.

“Tell me when you’re ready, Angel.” His voice was rough, harsh. Fuck, he hoped she was ready soon.

She let out a slow breath and turned her head so she could look at him. “I’m ready, Kade. Please, just love me.”

“I already do, sweetheart.”

She smiled at him, a single tear rolling out of the corner of her eye. “I know.”

“Don’t cry, Angel.” His heart broke seeing her tears. Maybe this was too much. He started to draw away, to pull her up so he could comfort her, but she shook her head.

“No, Kade. I’m crying because I’m happy. I’m crying because you make me happy. Just love me. Please.”

He leaned forward and cupped her face. “I do love you, moye serdtse .”

Then he slid into her with one hard thrust, his fingers curled around her cheek so he could watch her expression.

She closed her eyes, and a low moan vibrated out of her.

He pulled out then slid back in, rolling his hips as he touched every part of her.

He did it over and over, keeping his pace slow and steady.

Her hands fisted into the sheets and she pressed against him, trying to make him go faster. He chuckled when she bit his finger.

“Easy, milka . Just relax.”

He slammed his cock into her, every inch of him encased in her throbbing pussy, his balls resting against her.

She arched her back and cried out. He gripped her hips to hold her steady.

He never moved. Just enjoyed how she gripped him, her walls contracting around him, squeezing him so hard it hurt.

She beat her fist against the mattress, her hips shoving backward, trying to make him move, but he was having none of it.

“What do you want, Angel?” He leaned down until his chest rested lightly over her back and his lips were right by her ear. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want…” She gasped, and he rubbed his cheek against her. “I want you to move, Kade.”

“Like this?” He pulled out and thrust into her, his strokes shallow and slow.

When she groaned in frustration, he grinned. God, he loved teasing this woman.

“Fuck you, Kade. You know what I want.”

He pulled out then pushed his cock back into her, slowly, inch by inch.

Her head bowed, and she panted. When she tried to widen her legs to relieve some of the pressure, he used his own thighs to keep them in place.

“Nope, baby. You’re not getting off that easy.

Tell me what you want. Tell me exactly what you want. ”

“Please, Kade.” Her voice had gone soft, guttural.

“Tell me.” He pulled out then inserted just the tip of his cock into her.

His dick urged him to go deeper, his balls pulsing in near pain, but he wanted her to do this.

She needed to forget what it meant to be forced.

He wanted her to call the shots, to regain the control she’d lost at Donovan’s hands.

“Fuck me, Kincaid.” She pressed herself low into the mattress, pushing against him so hard his balls curled in on themselves at the sensation. “Fuck me hard, fuck me fast. Please.”

“Good girl.” He kissed the shell of her ear.

Then he did as she asked and started to fuck her. His hands found hers, and he twined their fingers as he increased his tempo, his body a blanket over her to protect and cherish her. He dragged his tongue over the pulse point in her neck. Its rapid beating matched his own.

He felt her body clenching, coiling, getting ready to burst, and he increased his depth and rocked into her.

He ignored the sound of the mattress, ignored the sound of the headboard beating against the wall, and listened to her rapid breathing, the small noises she made, the sound of his flesh smacking into hers.

It was the most beautiful song he’d ever head.

When her orgasm crashed over her, he felt it coat him.

His name left her lips, the scream loud in his ears as he slammed himself into her again and again.

She was so tight. She’d always been just a little too small for him, and that hadn’t changed.

He plowed his way through, forcing her to stretch wider and wider so she took all of him with each hard push.

When his own release came, he buried himself right against her cervix, and his harsh shout matched her own.

He fell, his legs giving out, and landed on her, still balls deep inside her. It took him a moment to get control of himself and pull out. Her soft cry echoed in his ear, and he winced, knowing she was sore. “Sorry, milka .”

“Don’t be sorry.” Angel turned and rolled over, cuddling on his chest when he lay back. “Thank you.”

He laughed and kissed her forehead. “No, sweetheart, thank you, even if you almost killed me.”

Angel playfully slapped his chest. “Killed you? You were the one who decided to torture me until I think I lost my mind a little.”

He hugged her, and she lay there listening to the rapid pulse of his heart against her ear. It slowed, and the steady beat soon had her eyes drooping. He’d worn her out.

“Angel?”

“Hmm?”

“I was thinking.”

“That’s never a good thing.”

He slapped her ass playfully. “Behave. I was thinking with your school semester over and my being on medical leave for a while, we could go to Russia. My mama and babushka want to meet you. They’re both pissed at me because I never told them I was married.”

“Did you tell them about before?” She could just imagine that conversation.

“Yes. I told my parents and my babushka everything.” The grumpiness in his tone spoke volumes about how that conversation went over.

“What’s a babushka ?”

“It means grandmother, and I’m pretty sure when mine lays eyes on me, she’s going to grab my ear and give me a thrashing.”

Angel giggled at the image. She could imagine this little old lady giving him what for.

“It’s not funny, milka . I have a serious fear for my life.”

“Stop. You have a wonderful family. If your brothers are any indication, they love you and will do just about anything for you.”

“They’re not just my family, Angel.” He tipped her head up so she was looking him in the eyes.

“They’re your family now too. All you have to do is let them in.

I know they can never replace Peter, but your new brothers will love and protect you just as fiercely.

He’d be happy for you to have found a new family. All you have to do is let us in.”

Angel felt her breath catch at the mention of Peter.

The pain was there, harsh and quick, but it wasn’t as terrible as before.

Kade healed some of the holes he’d torn into her heart and some of the ones Peter had left as well.

Nikoli, Viktor, and Dimitri treated her like their own sister.

It had confused her at first, until she’d seen them with Kade.

Family was important to the Kincaids, and as soon as they’d learned she was Kade’s wife, they became her family.

He was right. All she had to do was stop holding on to the past and let them love her.

One thing did bother her, though. She hadn’t broached it because there’d been no time. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.” Kade started rubbing lazy circles along her back, and she almost forgot what she wanted to say at the sensation. His hands were magical.

“You said earlier that you used to drink a lot, that it was so bad your boss made you get help. Do you still have a problem?” He’d shown up that first night with whiskey on his breath. It bothered her quite a bit.

“No. I was never a true alcoholic. When I decided to stop, I stopped. I was drowning memories, and instead of drinking myself into liver disease, I focused on my work. I still drink sometimes, especially when I’m on a bad case and I need to wash away the mutilated images, but it’s not a problem.”

“You’re sure?” Her grandfather had been an alcoholic. It wasn’t something she wanted to live through again.

“I’m sure, baby. If you want, I won’t touch another drink again.”

Liquor seemed to be something the Kincaid men did together, and she wouldn’t take that away from him as long as it wasn’t a problem. “Just promise me if it ever becomes a problem, you’ll get help.”

“I promise.” Kade rolled and leaned over the side of the bed, pulling his jeans back up with him.

He fished out a little black box from the pocket and placed it on her palm.

“I had Mama send this to me. It belonged to my great-grandmother. She gave it to Babushka to give to me when I found the person I wanted to share my life with. That’s you, Angelique Renae Lemoraux Kincaid. ”

Angel opened the ring box and gasped. A beautiful emerald ring sat blinking at her. Small diamonds clustered around it, sparkling in the light from the bedside lamp.

“I never got you a proper engagement ring.” He took the ring and slipped it on her finger. “Then again, we never really had a proper engagement, did we?”

She smiled. “No, I guess we didn’t.”

“Or a proper wedding.” His eyes twinkled.

What was he up to?

“I think, Mrs. Kincaid, that you deserve a proper wedding with all the bells and whistles and the dress. So, what do you say? Will you marry me…again?”

“Well, I don’t know, Kincaid. I think you can’t skip dinner and go straight to dessert. You did forget you were married.”

“Back to that, are we?”

“Mmmhmmm.” She grinned. “I think I deserve a proper courtship before I say yes to this engagement of yours.”

“Courtship?”

“Dates, flowers, candy, the whole nine yards. I think you need to do some proper wooing.”

“Is that a fact?”

“That’s a fact.” She grinned, remembering Lily’s idea.

“So, you won’t marry me?”

“No, Kincaid, I won’t marry you.”

His eyes narrowed.

“We got married on February third. Ask me again on February third, and I might say yes, if you’ve done a proper job of wooing your wife, who you forgot about.”

“I’m never going to live that down, am I?”

“No, Kincaid. You aren’t.”

He lunged, rolling them both so she landed on her backside.

“Well, then, Mrs. Kincaid, I’ll spend the rest of our lives doing my best to make it up to you.”

He kissed her, and a peace settled over Angel.

She’d found her way home, and she wasn’t ever going to take it for granted.