This would be an excellent time for me to set some boundaries.
Instead, I press back into him, only to feel his hard length pressing against me.
Arousal floods my core.
My traitorous vagina clearly holds the reigns to my body, but I have just enough intimacy PTSD to remember what happened the last time a man thought he had the right to control me.
That ship has fucking sailed.
“That doesn’t mean you’re the only one who can. You don’t own me,” I huff, even as I shift so his length is pressed closer to my center.
I swear I feel Sin smile against my neck in response before he whispers, “You’re right, I don’t. But I think you’d like it if I did, wouldn’t you?”
He kisses a trail up my neck, and a small moan escapes my lips before his hand snakes around my waist, pressing us impossibly closer.
“I am not yours,” I breathe, refusing to give up that piece of me, even as Sin dips his hand between my legs, palming my pussy. The action is possessive, sending more heat flooding into my body.
Sin hums against my neck before he answers, “Whatever you say.”
And then his teeth sink into my neck.
I gasp, but the pain is almost immediately replaced by delicious heat as he starts sucking at the assaulted flesh. Every swipe of his tongue goes straight to mycore, acting like a shot of desire being pushed through my veins. He starts rubbing circles over my clit, and instead of shoving him away, I dig my nails into his flesh in a silent demand that he not stop.
He continues his tender assault, alternating between sucking and nipping, all the while grinding against my ass and teasing my clit. The heat coils tightly inside of me as he edges me closer to the brink of release, only for Sin to pull his hands back.
I want to scream in frustration, but instead, I hiss, “You bit me!”
He licks the spot in response. “You liked it.”
More than ready to jump into a raging river of denial, I spin to face him, only to catch a glimpse of myself on my dresser mirror. A large red mark has already blossomed on my neck.
My eyes widen at the sight before I round on him. “Sin, what the fuck!”
Sin backs up a step, crossing his arms before giving me an infuriatingly self-satisfied smirk. “Like you said, you’re not mine. But I’ve already warned you, while you’re my partner, no one else will touch you.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Why the hell wouldn’t they?”
Sin’s answering smile is pure darkness. “Destroyers have a lot of bad qualities. One of our worst is how possessive we get. I don’t share. No one will dare to touch you once they see the mark.”
He sounds far too cheerful.
I shove him.
Of course, Sin is built like a mountain, and he doesn’t move an inch.
“How dare you! You high-handed, arrogant asshole! You don’t get to decide anything about me! I am done being treated like an object!” I yell, livid.
I try to shove him again, but this time, Sin catches my hands. “I’m not treating you like an object,” he placates and then adds, “Kittens are pets.”
I see red.
Sin grins like he’s having the time of his life before the floor gives out from below us.
We land a second later in the training arena. As soon as my body steadies from the jolt of being apparated without warning, Sin releases me, giving me space.
“Angry, kitten? Do something about it,” he taunts, holding out his arms.
Still, I don’t move, trying to get my rage back under control.
