He notices. Of course, he notices. He steps in, grabbing my jaw gently but firmly, tilting my face up to his. His voice drops to a dangerous murmur. “You on birth control, wildcat?”
The question jolts through me. “What?”
“Answer me!”
“Yes,” I whisper, heart hammering. “I am.”
His grin is quick, predatory. “Good. Because I don’t want any layers between us. I want to feel every inch of you, and I need you to feel all of me. I’m fucking you bare.” He presses closer, the thick head of him nudging against my slick entrance. His voice drops to a growl. “You ready for me, wildcat?”
The words land like a lightning strike, guilt and need colliding so hard it steals the breath from my lungs. My thighs tremble, my body clenching with want. “Yes!” I breathe hard, raw, full of guilt, but so fucking desperate.
He drags me to the edge of the bench, his big hands sliding beneath my thighs, lifting and spreading me wide. The cold air licks across my swollen flesh, making me shiver, but it’s nothing compared to the heat of him pressing into me.
Then he thrusts forward. Not hard. Not fast. A slow, merciless drive until he’s inside me, stretching me open around his cock. “Fuck,” Sin groans, his head snapping back for a beat before his mask presses against mine again. His voice is rough, ragged, like he’s fighting for control. “Tight as a goddamn vice. This pussy was made for me.”
A sharp cry rips from my throat. My nails bite into his shoulders, clawing for an anchor as my body seizes at the sudden invasion. The first shock is brutal, almost too much, a raw ache deep inside me, but it melts so quickly into a blazing pleasure that my entire body arches into him, desperate for more.
Every nerve ending is alive, sparking, overwhelmed by the sheer fullness of him. My mask shifts with the force of my gasp, my breath fogging against his as I cling to him. Inside, guilt claws at me, hissing that this is betrayal. But the truth is louder. My body wants this man, wants every ruthless inch of him, and there’s no stopping it now.
He holds there, buried to the hilt, chest pressed hard against mine, his heartbeat pounding like war drums. His mask brushes mine as he leans in, his voice a growl hot against my lips. “This is what you want,” he says, rough and primal. “Right here, on my gold, while they’re out there celebrating a new year. You wanted to know what it feels like to be fucked by me, wildcat. To live on the edge?”
He draws back and thrusts, deep and brutal, making the bench groan. The sound of gold clinking fills the room with every movement. My fingers scrabble against the wood until they find something cold—one of the nuggets—and I grip it tight, its weight grounding me as my body flames in that inferno that only ignites for him.
Sin sets a rhythm, punishing and precise, his cock slamming into me again and again, the force rattling through my bones. His teeth graze my neck as if he wants to mark me, and I arch into him, wanting it, needing it.
“Fuck, Sin!” I gasp, vision blurring. “I’m so close.”
“You feel so fucking good,” he snarls against my ear. “So tight around me. Come for me. Right here. Show me.” His thumb finds my clit, circling in time with his thrusts, each stroke harder, faster, building me higher until I’m hanging on by athread. Heat blooms low in my belly, coiling tighter with every pass of his fingers, every brutal slam of his cock. My thighs tremble uncontrollably, muscles clenching as though my body is bracing for the impact it knows is coming.
My back bows off the bench, my masked face tilting toward the ceiling as fireworks explode outside, the muffled booms vibrating through the air like they’re inside me. A flush of molten heat races over my skin, prickling across my chest, my breasts, my throat. My eyes squeeze shut, colors sparking behind my lids, every nerve firing as if the whole world is narrowing to this single, devastating point.
My breath comes in jagged gasps, shallow and desperate. My nails claw the gold, my knuckles white as I fight to hold on. The coil inside me is pulled so tight it’s ready to snap, dragging me right to the edge—
But just when I think I’m about to fall apart, he pulls out, leaving me empty.
I cry out in frustration, body quaking, my pussy spasming helplessly around nothing, the orgasm torn away at the last second. My legs shake violently, my whole body wracked with aftershocks of the climax that almost was.
“What the fuck—”
“Not yet,” he cuts in, his voice dark with amusement. “I’m not finished with you.”
Before I can catch my breath, he grabs me, flipping me onto my stomach across the bench. My gown rides up over my hips as he forces me down. My cheek lands against something rough and familiar—his leather cut.The heavy scent of smoke, sweat, and oil fills my lungs, branding me in his world.
“Yeah,” he growls, pressing my face harder into it. “Breathe me in, wildcat. You’reminenow.”
My palms slam against the bench, fumbling blindly until they close around cold, jagged gold. Nuggets dig into my skin asI clutch them, their weight biting into my hands, the perfect reminder of exactly how dangerous this is.
Sin kicks my legs apart, spreading me wide. “Look at you,” he snarls, lining himself up again. “Mask on, cheek on my cut, fists full of illegal gold. You’re so fucking dirty for me.” He thrusts into me from behind, hard and deep, making me scream into the leather beneath my cheek. The new angle devastates me, hitting that raw, perfect spot over and over, his cock stretching me, filling me until my body bows against the bench.
“Sin!” I cry, voice muffled in his cut.
“Take it,” he grits, one hand tangled in my hair to arch my head back, the other bruising my hip. “Take all of me, wildcat. I don’t stop until you’re wrecked.”
Each thrust jolts the bench, sending gold clinking, spilling, scattering beneath us. My fingers clutch tighter around it, the nuggets cutting deep into my palms as if the world is demanding I remember the sin of this moment.
Inside, guilt claws, but my body is too far gone. The heat, the stretch, the leather under my face, Sin’s voice in my ear—it all fuses together until nothing else exists.
“I… oh God… I can’t—”
