Page 34 of In the Light of Sin

I slowly walked down the hallway, mind racing with what I would discover. Is Sarge still sleeping? An empty yet disgustingly colored bedroom overflowing with decor he wouldn’t dare put throughout the rest of his house? The possibilities were endless. Well, now I had to see.

Opening the door with the careful precision of a bomb squad, I chanced a one-eyed peek inside. Just like the rest of his house, his room was pristine and minimalistic. White covers. White drapes. White carpet. White everything.

It didn’t seem healthy to me to be living day to day in this overly white, aggressively organized space. It was just as jarring as it was the first time I stepped foot in his cabin. But I guess Sarge’s aura was dark enough to creep its shadowy fingers through any room he entered.

I decided to go back to bed, not wanting a repeat of yesterday. It’s not like I could do anything unless I wanted to chase after him again, and after yesterday, I didn’t want to poke the beast anymore. I’d already damaged enough of his stuff.

I just had to trust he didn’t run off due to anger. That he was coming back to me.

I was nestled in, reading a book Oakley loaned me, when I heard Sarge stomp through the spare room’s door. I sat up and smiled at him when he threw a box on my lap. My smile dropped as I tried to read the front of what looked like a box of medicine. “What’s this?” Of course, he didn’t answer as I picked it up and read the box.

Plan B.

He shoved a glass of water at me. “Take it.”

I bit my lip, trying to hide my smile as I asked, “Did you go to the store and get this yourself?” A laugh escaped when he grunted. “You did! What did the cashier say?”

“He was smart enough not to say anything.”

“It’s eight-fifteen in the morning,” I commented as I glanced back at the clock on the wall. “The pharmacy opens at eight. You got there right when it opened?”

“Before.” His knees hit the bed as he leaned over me. “They let me in early.”

I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing. I don’t think he found this as amusing as I did. Instead, I took the glass of water he held out for me before throwing the pill back and taking a swig of water to wash it down. Setting the cup down on the bedside table, I turned back to him. I felt the bed shift under Sarge’s weight, both his knees now on the bed. His arms caged me in when he fully covered me. I couldn’t help but grin up at him. I knew what he wanted–hell, I wanted the same thing. But we couldn’t. Not yet. We needed to talk about this. One of us needs to be the responsible one here.

I wish I didn’t have to be, though.

Debating briefly about my next move–ultimately deciding to do it anyway - I gently put my hand on Sarge’s scar-free shoulder. He wasn’t good with unwanted physical touch, and I’d learned if I was going to push that boundary, I should stick to touching his right side. I used my hand to slightly shove his shoulder, even though there was no chance of fully moving this mountain of a man on my own. “We can’t have sex. I’m not on anything.”

As expected, he didn’t move and surprisingly didn’t acknowledge my touch as his upper half dipped lower, bending my elbows as he got closer. He paused his downward movement long enough that our breaths synced in anticipation for his next words.“That doesn’t mean I can’t eat.” For a man of few words, he knew how to use them. And dirty talk was his specialty. “Lean back and let me have my breakfast, baby.”

My teeth sank into my bottom lip as I lifted my hips as a silent invitation. He slowly pulled my panties down my legs, leaving goosebumps where he’d touched. I was wearing his shirt to bed—a habit I loved, and I secretly thought he did too. My ass hit the bed again as Sarge’s arms wrapped around my thighs, heat swelling as he pulled me closer to him. I felt his heated breath on the sensitive skin between my legs. “Fuck, you’re drenched. I bet your cunt is as sweet as you are. I need to have a taste.”

God, being manhandled was a lot hotter than I thought it would be. His hot breath on my pussy made my thighs tremble with need.

Apparently, I was going to feel Sarge’s mouth before I ever saw it– if he ever genuinely let me see him, that is.

I threw my head back, trying to imagine what his face looked like. Was it sketched in pure ecstasy like he made me feel? At my moan of impatience, his tongue made its first languid pass up my slit. My legs immediately quivered where they lay, draped over his shoulders. A gasp passed my throat as I felt his teeth nip my clit, sucking it into his mouth to soothe the sting with his tongue. I brought my fist to my mouth, biting down and arching my back at the sensation. His calloused thumb brushed steady strokes against my clit, building the pressure between my legs.

It added another level of pleasure not being able to see what he was doing to me.

His finger met his thumb, squeezing my clit in a painful pleasure that made me cry out for him. He soothed that ache with his tongue, my lower half trembling with need. My hands fisted into the covers, ready to deal with the consequences of messing up the fabric he always made sure was pristine whenever he finally finished what he started. He was treating my pussy like his last meal, enjoying bringing me closer to my orgasm with every lap of his talented tongue.

“I knew you’d taste so fuckin’ sweet.” His raspy voice sent a tremor through me. I was already teetering on that edge, desperate to be pushed off. “Be a good girl and come on my tongue for me, Sunshine. Show me how sweet you taste.”

His dirty words, combined with the agonizing pressure he was applying, brought me over the edge sooner than I’d wanted. I cried out, slamming my thighs closed around his face. My hips had a mind of their own, chasing the waves of pleasure down to the last spasm. I flushed with embarrassment when I realized my legs were still locked around his head. Letting them fall to his shoulders again, I tried to calm my breathing.

He brought his coated fingers to face level before delving them into the shrouded darkness that hid his face. I fought to keep my thighs open at the sight. I could already feel the need to clamp them shut again. His hand remained in his hood so long I couldn’t help but wonder if he was sucking every last drop of me off him. Was he wrapping his tongue around his fingers like he’d just done with my clit?

His hand finally emerged from the darkness. His fingers shone with his spit rather than my come.

I swallowed back a groan. Even faceless, this man was the sexiest person I’d ever met.

“You’re staying at Grim’s until the situation is resolved.”

Well, that killed my mood. “What are you talking about? What if I want to stay here?”

“What you want doesn’t matter.”

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