Page 66 of Brutal Sin

“Without a doubt.”

Oh, God. She couldn’t have asked for a better response.

She slid the silk from her neck. The delicate glide inspired goose bumps. Her skin erupted in a mass of tingles. She held the material out to him and pretended it didn’t affect her when he placed his hand over hers, stealing the scarf from hergrip.

“Now, open your mouth.”

She recoiled. “Excuseme?”

“Trust me, you’re going to want something in that mouth to stop you cryingout.”

“I’ll be quiet.”

“Really?” The silk fell to his side while his free hand skimmed the trim patch of curls at the apex of her thighs. With a quick slide of his fingers, he grazed her clit and parted her folds, teasing her slit. She moaned with the sharp infusion of pleasure. The noise was long, low and entirely out of control.

“Do you want to rethink that promise?” He pulsed the tip of two fingers at her entrance, eyeing her with confidence while he worked his magic.

Her chest exploded, the shrapnel shooting to her breasts, her abdomen, hercore.

“How do you think you’re going to react once I slide my cock inhere?”

He raised the scarf and a confident brow at the sametime.

Damn him. For everything.

“Fine.” She jutted her chin, waiting.

His eyes blazed as he removed his fingers from between her legs to place the material in her mouth. She bit down while he crossed it behind her neck, then guided it forward to hang over her chest.

“Now give me your wrists.”

She shook her head, working the material from her mouth. “No.”

“Don’t trustme?

“No. I don’t. Not out here. Not when I’m already vulnerable enough.”

A flash of rejection marred his features. “I wouldn’t hurt you, Ella. Not likethat.”

Not. Like. That.

Just in every other way imaginable.

He worked the silk between her lips and tightened the knot behind her neck. “There. Pretty as a picture and even more inviting now that you can’ttalk.”

“You’re a piece of work, you know that?” The words were mumbled into utter incoherence.

“What wasthat?”

“Fuckyou.”

He smirked. “You’ll be doing that soon enough.”

A hand glided between them, those talented fingers rediscovering her entrance, spreading her folds. This time, her accompanying whimper barely sounded, smothered by delicate material.

“That’s better.” He bent forward. “Now I won’t have to holdback.”

She would’ve hated if he had. She couldn’t wait to see his mindlessness. His restraint and subsequent surrender.

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