Sin’s grin turns downright sinful. “Role-play, huh? Never pegged you for it. But just so you know, wildcat, I might bewearing this mask, but you’re still going to be moaning my name.”
A shudder rips through me.
I should stop this.
I should.
But there’s no willpower left.
Seeing him like this—powerful, yet submitting to my request—drives me insane.
I thread my fingers through his hair and push his face down. He smirks like Lucifer himself as he disappears beneath my dress, tongue instantly circling my clit. Pleasure rockets through me, my head falling back as a moan rips from my throat.
Outside, fireworks crackle. Bass thuds from the clubhouse stereo, mingling with laughter and cheers, but in here, it’s only his mouth, his tongue, his heat.
He doesn’t tease. His mouth latches onto my clit like he owns it, tongue circling, flicking, sucking with brutal precision. My cry echoes off the steel walls, drowning beneath the muffled roar of fireworks and music outside.
“Fuck… Sin!” I gasp, fisting his hair through the mask straps. My hips buck helplessly, grinding against his face, but he pins me down, spreading me wider with calloused hands on my thighs.
He groans into me, the vibration so deep it ricochets through my core. “You taste so fucking sweet,” he growls the words out against my pussy. “You like riding my face? Huh? You like using me?”
“Y-yes!” I cry, shame and lust tangling into one jagged ache.
He drags his tongue flat and slow through my folds, then spears it inside me, fucking me with his mouth until I’m panting like a wild thing. Then he’s back on my clit, unyielding, alternating hard flicks with devastating suction. My body bows off the bench, my mask slipping as I fight to breathe.
“I can’t—”
“Yes, you fucking can,” he snarls, lips wet, his tongue ruthless. “Come in my mouth, wildcat. Mark me with it.”
“Shit, Sin, just like that.” I gasp, gripping his hair tighter.
He groans against me, his voice a deep growl. “You taste as good as you look, wildcat. Don’t hold back.” He works me with his mouth, persistent and precise, until I’m trembling on the bench, my mask slipping, my breath ragged. My thighs clamp around his head, but he pries them apart easily, palms holding me open, dominating even as he worships.
“S-Sin…” My voice cracks. “I need—”
“I know what you need.” His words vibrate against me, sending shockwaves through my core. “Say it.”
“Please,” I whimper. “Please…”
He pulls back, lips slick, eyes dark through the mask. “Not yet.”
My whole body jerks with frustration, thighs trembling from the orgasm he’s denied me. The ache is unbearable, sharp as hunger, my clit throbbing with every beat of my racing pulse.
He rises to his full height, looming, alpha to the core. With a deliberate flick, he shrugs off his leather cut and sets it beside me on the gold, the patchwork glinting in the light like something sacred and dangerous. Then, slow as sin, he undoes the buttons on his shirt, one by one, while his gaze never leaves me.
I swallow hard, chest heaving. The black silk parts, revealing hard ridges of muscle I’ve been dreaming about touching. My fingers itch to trace, to map every line, but guilt claws at me, too, reminding me I shouldn’t want this.
But I do.
God help me, I do.
The leather lies beside me, smelling of smoke and power. Sin’s voice cuts through, rough and commanding. “You’re going to think about this every time you smell leather, Elizabeth.”
A shiver runs through me. He’s right. I already know he’s right.
I can only nod, trembling, my throat too tight to speak.
He palms his erection through his slacks, and my breath hitches. When he frees himself, hard and heavy in his grip, my eyes widen, heat flooding between my thighs. Instinctively, my knees press together, a futile attempt at shielding myself from just how much I want him.
