Page 76 of Sins of Arrogance

I nod.

“These baps are mine.”

I nod again.

He growls, “Say it.”

“They’re yours. I’m yours.”

His thrusts grow even harder and more driv­ing. “Whose pussy am I fuck­ing?”

“Yours.” For now, flits through my head.

And it’s such a shock­ing, dis­turb­ing thought, my body stills.

He doesn’t like that, and he grabs my legs, push­ing them back so he can go deeper.

His bru­tal pace is pun­ish­ing, but I love it, rev­el­ing in this mo­ment that not only am I his, but he is en­tirely mine.

When he swivels his hips to stim­u­late my over­sen­si­tive cli­toris, my body lights up like Times Square at mid­night.

“Don’t hold back,” he growls.

And I don’t. I can’t. I come again, writhing un­der him, cry­ing out his name.

He throws his head back with a pri­mal yell as he fi­nally lets go, puls­ing in­side me.

It takes min­utes be­fore ei­ther of us can move.

He nuz­zles into my neck, lick­ing the salty sweat from my skin. “You’re mine, Kara. Ev­ery inch of you. In ev­ery way that mat­ters.”

I don’t re­ply, but I don’t pull away ei­ther. I just breathe.

Even­tu­ally, he lifts off me and shifts to kneel be­side me. Un­buck­ling the cuffs, he rubs my wrists and kisses each pulse point be­fore care­fully low­er­ing my hands to rest be­side me.

Af­ter that, he mas­sages my shoul­ders and arms un­til I’m barely awake and bone­less. I’m so tempted to fall asleep, but I know what comes next.

So, I’m un­sur­prised when he leaves the bed. The sound of wa­ter cas­cad­ing into our two-per­son whirlpool tub sec­onds later tells me he’s pre­par­ing a bath for me with es­sen­tial oils and Ep­som salts.

Mem­o­ries of the first time he did this play like a hazy movie reel in my head.

I’d winced from a twinge in my nether re­gions the morn­ing af­ter a night of pas­sion like tonight.

Mick’s eyes nar­rowed like I’d done some­thing wrong. “Are you sore?”

Not want­ing to lie, but un­able to say, “No,” I shrugged.

“Where?”

I shook my head, un­will­ing to go there.

“Is it your pussy? Your thighs? Your but­tocks, what?”

My face flam­ing, I glared. “Leave it. I’m fine.”

“Tell me.”

But I shook my head again.