Page 79 of Sixth Sin

Shaken, I slowly slide down his body.

There’s a piece missing. I know it. I can feel it. It was right there.

“Angel?”

I glance at the floor, sure if he looks in my eyes, he’ll see through me to these images. These voices. These thoughts in my head. He’ll ask questions I can’t answer. He’ll tell me this man isn’t real, when I hear his voice.

“Nowhere. I’m right here with you.” To shut him up, I grab the base of my shirt and pull it over my head in one fluid motion, tossing it behind me.

Dominic’s eyes darken. “Fuck, Angel.” The words rumble from his throat in a half growl, half groan as he lunges for me. I’m all too happy to meet his grasp. The less we talk, the fewer questions I have to answer.

The moment his hands touch me, we turn into a frenzy of torn clothing and licked skin. He rips my bra open, and I tug at his shirt. Once I have it off, I run my hands down the hard planes of his chest, tracing the litany of tattoos when he stills both my wrists.

“Don’t be greedy. I unwrapped my dessert first.” Bending his head, he takes a nipple in his mouth.

Throwing my head back, I moan as sensation tears through me. “Dominic,” I beg. Shame is no longer a word I know. He’s pushed me past the point of caring.

Glancing up, he chuckles. “Patience, rook. You might miss something good.”

“Fuck patience,” I groan, running my hands down his chest again. “I need you now.”

“What did I say about being greedy?” He gives my ass a hard slap and moves around me until the back of my legs press against the mattress. “I’ve waited five weeks for this, so I’m going to do what I damn well please. Do you understand what that means?”

I swallow hard as he unzips my skirt and pushes it down my legs, never taking his eyes off me. “Yes. No. Maybe?”

“It means I’ll fuck you when I want to, where I want to, and how I want to.”

I should tell him to go to hell. Instead, I nod like a bobblehead as I tug at the button on his jeans. Releasing the zipper, I dive my hand inside his boxers as a hiss of air falls from his chest. While stroking him, I steal a look up at his face as his body thrusts into my hand.

His eyes are closed, and his jaw pulses around clenched teeth. My rhythm becomes faster and more controlled as I watch the pained expression on his face with fascination.

“Jesus, fuck, Angel…”

“Call me Alexandra,” I whisper, the static in my head commanding my words and actions. Using my free hand, I push his jeans and boxers down to his knees when, without warning, Dominic grabs me by the shoulders and tosses me on the bed.

“You want to role play, dirty girl?” I barely have time to register what’s happening before his jeans are off and he climbs over me, his lips trailing a path up my chest. “Okay, Miss Romanov. But it’s my turn.” He closes his lips around my nipple again, his hand traveling a path down my stomach. Within seconds, white heat rips through me so fiercely I have to grasp the headboard just to anchor myself to reality.

“Dominic!”

“Yes, Miss Romanov? How can I be of service? Would her highness like me to lick that billion-dollar pussy or shall I stuff it full of this big, working-class cock?” Sitting back, Dominic holds my eye as he grabs the base and gives it a few rough strokes.

My mouth goes dry. I knew he was big, but there’s big and then there’s big.

And thick. And long. And…

Oh my God. He’s going to destroy me.

“Cock,” I groan as I hear foil tearing.

After taking my lips in a fiery kiss, he grabs my legs and hooks them over his shoulders. “I plan to fuck you at least six different ways tonight, Alexandra. And you’re going to count every damn one of them.”

His cock settles heavy and hard between my legs, and he holds my gaze as he glides it up and down my opening. I’m almost embarrassed at how wet I am for him, but the low growl in his throat tells me he’s not. With a clench of his jaw, he drives forward, fully embedding himself inside me in one brutal thrust. I cry out, my body protesting while struggling to accept him.

“Fuck!” he growls, his pale blue eyes darkening. “Relax, Angel.”

I shake my head side to side. “I can’t. You’re too much.”

“Don’t fight it.” The words are punctuated with another roll of his hips. “Let me take what’s mine.”

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