“Yes, you fucking can,” he snarls, voice raw and vibrating against my skin. His free hand slides down, rough fingers finding my clit and circling with brutal precision, his thumb pressing just enough to make my body jolt. “You’re going to come for me. On my cut. On my gold. Bare and raw.Mine.”
The words detonate inside me. My entire body bows, muscles locking as the coil inside me snaps. Pleasure tears through me like an electric current, violent and unstoppable. I scream into the leather under my cheek, the sound muffled, feral, as my mask shifts against my face. My pussy clamps down around him in tight, relentless pulses, wet heat flooding where we’re joined. My thighs shake violently, my vision flares white with bursts ofcolor behind my lids, and for a breathless heartbeat, I’m sure I’m going to black out.
Sin groans, a low, guttural sound that’s almost a growl, hips pistoning with frantic, unrestrained thrusts as he feels me shatter around him. “Fuck… Elizabeth… fuck! That’s it…” His voice breaks on a ragged moan. He braces one hand on the bench beside my head, the other gripping my hip so hard it’s going to bruise, pulling me back onto him as he drives deep, deeper, chasing his own release.
His cock jerks inside me, thick and hot, and his whole body locks up. His forehead drops to the back of my neck, his mask scraping my skin, his breath coming in harsh, uneven bursts. “Fuuuck,” he snarls into my ear, then roars as he spills inside me, each pulse of his release forcing another guttural sound from his chest. He shudders violently, hips still rolling, pushing himself as deep as he can, marking me in every way.
I collapse forward, cheek still pressed to his cut, the scent of leather and sweat filling my lungs, my hands gripping gold so tightly the jagged edges bite into my palms, proof of the madness I’ve given in to.
Proof that I was here.
My body trembles, boneless, drenched in sweat and Sin’s claim, aftershocks rolling through me so hard my legs won’t stop shaking.
I’m limp, boneless, still trembling as he braces a hand beside my head, breathing like he’s been running. For a long moment, we stay like that, sweat-slicked skin, masks askew, fireworks echoing outside while gold glints around us.
Finally, he pulls back slightly, still holding my hips as if reluctant to let me go. A slow, lazy chuckle escapes him. “I’ve wanted to do that since I first saw you, Elizabeth.”
My heart sinks even as my fingers rise to trace the edge of his mask. “I’m not supposed to get involved with you… because of work.”
His grin is the pure devil. “I won’t tell them if you don’t.”
“We can’t do this again, Sin. It’s not professional.” The words taste like ash.
He studies me for a beat, disappointment flickering before he masks it, and he moves to put his shirt back on. “I understand…” He steps back, the distance a cold rush as he begins buttoning his shirt. “It was nice while it lasted, wildcat.”
But my clit still throbs, my body still sings, and I can’t stop.
Even if I wanted to.
“Though…” I let my voice drop, heat sliding back into it. “Ididtell you that you could have tonight.”
His brow rises while I step away from the bench, toward him this time, fingers trailing down his chest. “Andtechnically,there’s still a few more hours left until the sun rises… so, if you have more left in the tank, then Iguesswe could squeeze in a few more rounds before wereallymust end this.”
Sin’s grin turns feral. “Oh, Elizabeth, there’sno wayyou’re gonna be able to walk tomorrow.” He sweeps me up, slinging me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing. I squeal as he strides to the door, kicking it open. The noise of the party roars back in around us while he carries me through the crowd toward his room.
“I hope you’re ready, wildcat,” he grumbles. “Because if I only get you for one night, we’re going to make the most of it.”
Chapter Sixteen
ELIZABETH
Hours Later
The sun is almost ready to rise after what can only be described as one hell of a New Year’s Eve party. My body is aching in ways I can’t even explain. I have never had so many orgasms in a row as Sin gave me out in that storage shed, and then here in his bedroom. I don’t know whether it was the chemistry that Sin and I have been fighting, the buzz of New Year’s Eve, or maybe even the fact that we were fucking on a table loaded with one hundred percent pure gold, but holy hell am I satiated.
The fact that I think I actuallyreallyfucking like the guy doesn’t help my situation—at all.
As I sit on the end of his bed, with him completely passed out, I stare at him. A small smile crosses my lips at how innocent he looks right now—shirt off, lying on his stomach, spread across his bed, mouth open, and a little snore coming out every so often. He’ll be so hungover today when he wakes up.
My stomach churns with anxiety as my cell vibrates in my hand, and I glance down at the text.
Boss:We’re ready for you now.
Glancing back at Sin, I hesitate. An impending wave of doom floods over me as tears flood my eyes. I blink them back, sniffing as I stand, and gingerly walk over to him, lean down, placing a tender kiss on his shoulder blade, then turn and hobble out of his bedroom. My heart is racing like a jackhammer about to explode out of my damn chest.
Standing in the doorway, I turn back, taking one last look at the man I could possibly have made a future with, and exhale.“I’m so sorry, Sin,” I whisper under my breath, then close his door and limp into the middle of the main room.
The clubhouse is a complete mess. There are brothers passed out on the floor. Beer bottles on every surface. Decorations half-hanging off the walls. Half-eaten pizza in various states. I feel bad for Ro and the other girls who will have to clean this mess today. But I have to admit, it was a hell of a lot of fun.
