Page 81 of Made for Sinners

She gasped against my lips, her nails digging into my shoulders, her legs wrapping around my waist.

And then, just as I laid her down, she smirked up at me, her eyes glinting with challenge.

“Who’s playing with fire now?”

I growled, my lips trailing down her throat, my hands sliding beneath the fabric of her dress.

Sweet fucking hell, she was a goddess, and I was just a sinner on my knees, begging for a taste. She knew it too, the way her hips swayed, the way her eyes locked onto mine like she could see every dirty fucking thought racing through my head. And brother, there were plenty of those.

Her dress wasthat kind of soft, silky fabric that clung to her curves like it was begging to be ripped off. My hands were already itching to tear it apart, but I took my time. She was worth the wait, worth every second of goddamn torture. I moved closer, my fingers trailing up her thigh, feeling the heat of her skin. “You’ve been driving me crazy,” I growled, my voice low, rough. “Every fucking time I see you, I can’t think straight. You’re all I want. All I need.”

Her breath hitchedas I leaned in, my lips brushing against that spot on her neck that made her melt. Fuck, she tasted like heaven and sin all at once. I nipped at her skin, dragging my teeth along her pulse point, feeling her heartbeat quicken under my mouth. “You’re mine,” I muttered against her throat, my hands sliding up to grip her hips, pressing my body into hersuntil her flush against me. She could feel how hard I was, how fucking desperate for her. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,”she whispered, her voice trembling, and I swear to fucking God, it was like music. My hands moved to the straps of her dress, sliding them down her shoulders slowly, savoring every inch of skin as it was revealed. The dress pooled at her feet, and there she was, standing in front of me like a fucking masterpiece. Her tits were perfect—full, round, just begging to be worshipped. My mouth was on her before she could even gasp, sucking one nipple into my mouth while my fingers teased the other. She arched into me, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer like she couldn’t get enough.

I let her go just long enough to strip off my shirt and belt, then I was on her again, kissing her like I was drowning and she was the only thing keeping me alive. My hands roamed her body, memorizing every inch of her—the dip of her waist, the curve of her ass, the heat between her legs. She was already wet for me, and fuck me if that didn’t make me harder than steel.

I grabbed her,lifting her from the bed with ease as she gasped, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist. In two steps, I had her pinned against the wall, my body pressing hers firmly in place. My lips found her ear, my voice a low growl. “You’re mine,” I repeated, my hand sliding between her legs, fingers finding her bare, slick heat. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

She moaned,her hips grinding against my hand, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I yanked her panties down, kicking them aside, and slid a finger inside her. Fuck, she was tight, her walls clenching around me like she was trying to pull me deeper. Iadded another finger, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot that made her cry out. Her nails dug into my arms, and I could feel her trembling, her legs shaking as she got closer to the edge.

But I didn’t lether come just yet. I pulled my fingers out, ignoring her desperate whimper, and turned her around to face me. “Look at me,” I commanded, my voice rough and unrelenting. Her eyes, dark with need, locked onto mine, and for a moment, I just stared at her—flushed, trembling, and utterly perfect. Slowly, I sank to my knees before her, like a man falling to worship his god. My hands slid up her thighs, reverent, as though I wasn’t worthy of touching her, even as I spread her open like she was something sacred, something meant only for me.

Then I tasted her.

She was intoxicating—warm,sweet, and utterly addictive, like honey laced with sin. My tongue dragged through her slickness, savoring every drop, every shiver that wracked her body. She tasted like something crafted to ruin me, something I’d never be able to live without. I buried myself deeper, groaning against her as I drank her in, every flick of my tongue, every pull of my lips, pulling her closer to the edge. She was my addiction, my undoing, and I didn’t care if I drowned in her.

Her moans filled the room,raw and ragged, her fingers tangling in my hair as she ground against my mouth in desperate, frantic motions. I held her hips firmly, keeping her steady as her legs began to tremble, her body completelyunraveling under me. I sucked her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue, relentless until she shattered, screaming my name like it was the only thing tethering her to the earth. Her body shook violently as she came, and I had to hold her up, my grip tightening as I licked her through every wave of her release, refusing to let her fall.

But I wasn’t donewith her. Not even close. I stood up, lifting her into my arms and carrying her to the bed. I laid her down gently, then climbed on top of her, my cock throbbing and aching to be inside her. I lined myself up with her entrance, teasing her with the tip before pushing in slowly, inch by torturous inch. She was so fucking tight, so wet, so perfect.

“Fuck,”I groaned as I bottomed out, her walls clenching around me like a vice. “You feel so goddamn good.” I started to move, pulling out almost all the way before thrusting back in deep and hard. She gasped, her nails raking down my back as she wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me in deeper.

I set a brutal pace,fucking her like I was trying to brand myself on her soul. Her tits bounced with every thrust, and I couldn’t resist leaning down to suck one into my mouth again, biting down just hard enough to make her scream. She was close again, I could feel it in the way her pussy tightened around me, in the way she chanted my name over and over like a prayer.

“Come for me,”I growled, my voice rough with need. “Come on my cock like a good girl.”

And she did,her body convulsing around me as she came hard, her pussy milking my cock like she was trying to get every last drop out of me. It was too much—I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a final thrust, I buried myself deep inside her and came with a roar, pumping her full of every last drop of my cum.

I collapsedon top of her, both of us breathing hard and covered in sweat. She ran her fingers through my hair, and I kissed her softly, savoring the taste of her on my lips. “You’re mine,” I whispered again, and she nodded, a small smile playing on her lips.

And I knew—I’dnever get enough of her. Not in this lifetime or the next.

21

EMILIA

Iwas stretched out on the couch, my legs draped over the armrest, scrolling through an online boutique, debating between two pairs of heels I didn’t need but absolutely wanted. One was a sleek black stiletto with delicate gold accents, the kind of shoe that made you feel powerful the second you slipped it on. The other was a deep crimson, strappy and dangerously high, the kind of shoe that whisperedtroublewith every step.

I chewed my lip, torn between the two, my finger hovering over the “add to cart” button.

The penthouse was quiet, save for the faint hum of the city outside the windows, and for once, I felt relaxed. No tension, no arguments, no Dante looming over me with that infuriating smirk that made me want to both slap him and kiss him at the same time.

That was, until Dante walked in.

He hadthatlook on his face—the one that said he was about to ruin my day with something I didn’t particularly care about but would somehow end up stuck doing anyway.

I sighed, setting my phone on my stomach and tilting my head toward him. “What now?”

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