There’s no question. No out. Just a statement that crashes over me like a tidal wave. The smart thing would be to push him away. Keep my cover intact. Keep my heart safe.
But I’m done being smart. Done fighting. Done denying him.
“I need this. I needyou,” I whisper, already surrendering.
Something dark and certain sparks in his expression, his hold on me firm and unrelenting. Then he’s lifting me again, carrying me through the quiet clubhouse like I already belong to him.
We pass the main room, deserted now except for shadows and silence, through a door that he kicks shut behind us with enough force to make it shake in its frame. Then Sin’s mouth is on mine, a collision of hunger and fury that steals my breath. He’s already stripped me bare with his eyes, and when his hands shove up my T-shirt, I don’t resist. The fabric is gone in seconds, tossed somewhere into the shadows.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he rasps, his gaze devouring every inch of exposed skin. “Every time I look at you, I want to ruin you.”
I don’t even have time to answer before his hands clutch my thighs, his fingers gripping my panties and tearing them from me like lifeless scraps. I grin as he hauls me onto the bed as if I weigh nothing. The black sheets are cool against my back, the dark wood frame groaning as he drops his jeans to his ankles. His hard cock instantly standing at attention, making my breath catch when he crawls over me, thick and hard already pressing against my waiting pussy.
His mouth claims mine again, teeth catching my bottom lip, tongue pushing past like he owns me. I moan into him, fingers clawing down his naked back, desperate.
“Spread for me,” he rumbles, forcing my thighs wide. His fingers drag through me, slow and deliberate, and I whimper when he finds me slick and needy. His grin curves wickedly, predatory. “You’re dripping for me already. You want my cock inside you that bad, wildcat?”
“Yes.” I gasp, shameless.
He presses the thick head of his cock to my entrance, sliding just the tip inside. The stretch makes me shudder, my body clenching around him, desperate for more. But before I can savor it, he pulls out again with a low, taunting laugh. “Not yet,” he rasps, his voice gravel-rough. “I like you like this… hungry, restless. Makes me want to see how far I can push you.”
A moan breaks out of me, ragged and raw. My nails dig into his shoulders, my hips jerking in frustration, but he only pushes back inside a little deeper, stretching me with a groan that vibrates through my chest.
I gasp, my eyes rolling back as my body convulses around him. “Sin, please!”
He grins, dark and merciless. “Hear that? That’s my greedy little wildcat begging. You don’t get my cock just because you ask nice.” He slides halfway in this time, filling me enough that I can barely breathe, my walls fluttering around him, desperate to drag him deeper. Just when I think he’ll give me everything, he pulls out again, dragging himself over my clit so I jolt, gasping at the shock of sensation.
“Fuck,” I cry out, tears stinging my eyes. “Ineedit. Ineedyou!”
His laugh is dark, low, and dangerous. “Yeah, you need it. I can feel your pussy trying to suck me in. But need isn’t enough, Elizabeth. I want to see you fall apart for me.”
The ache is unbearable, my body trembling, slick and ready. He teases me again, this time nearly all the way inside, stretching me until I’m right on the brink, lights dancing behind my eyelids.
And then he pulls out again.
Gone.
Empty.
Leaving me gasping, shaking, so close to orgasm I could scream.
Rage tears through me, tangled with lust, snapping the last thread of restraint. I glare up at him, my voice feral and breathless. “If you don’t fuck me right now, Sin, I’ll take it myself.” My hips surge upward, desperate to impale myself on him, daring him to deny me again.
His grin disappears, replaced with a growl that rumbles from deep in his chest. “The fuck you will.” And then he slams into me, hard and merciless, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. The stretch of his thick cock rips a moan from my throat, my body seizing around him, the edging making the invasion so overwhelming I see stars.
“Christ,” he snarls, his forehead pressing against mine, sweat streaming down our faces. “So fucking tight. It’s like your pussy’s choking the life out of my cock.”
I cling to him, nails clawing at his back, as he sets a savage rhythm that pushes the bed, causing it to slam against the wall, each thrust a punishment and a promise.
But this time, I don’t just take it.
Something inside me snaps, not the guilt this time, but the hunger. The need to stop being a passenger. To prove that I can take just as much as I give.
Before he can thrust again, I slam my palms into his chest. He grunts, surprised, as I shove him onto his back. In one wild, desperate movement, I climb on top, straddling his hips, my hair falling loose and untamed.
His grin spreads instantly, feral, his chest rising and falling under me. “Well, look at you,” he drawls, voice low, approving. “My wildcat’s got claws.”
“Damn right I do,” I rasp, grabbing his cock and guiding him myself. The power rush is instant, intoxicating, my pulse hammering in my ears. I sink down slowly, deliberately, watching his face go from cocky to wrecked as I take every inch. The stretch burns and thrills all at once, molten heat spilling through me as I seat myself fully, grinding against him.
