Page 25 of Sinful Restraint

The intensity of his stare was wild and burning when he asked in a different way this time, “Do you ever wonder why pain and pleasure feel so similar?”

I swallowed hard, my pulse pounding so loud, even my ears burned from the sound. “Why?”

“Because pleasure and pain releases opioids in the same region of your brain. They both can cause tears and leave you on your knees begging for less … and more.” He leaned in, brushing his lips against my ear, his voice raw and maddened when he said, “I like blood. I like the way it looks. The way it feels so warm and slick on my hands. How strongly it elevates fuckin’.”

A shiver rippled down my spine. “Why?”

He dragged a finger up and down my pussy, and it took all of my effort to listen to him and not grind into his hand.

“Because mixing my cum with your blood means there is no way you can deny that a part of you belongs to me when we share you.”

My stomach plummeted. “Sh-Share?” I stammered.

“Share,” he repeated. “Just like you alluded to earlier when you admitted to having dirty thoughts about Titan and Storm.”

His lips curled, but there was nothing soft in his expression.Hunger?Possession? Obsession?With Cruz, it was probably all of ‘em combined.

“You ever think about that, baby?” His fingers dipped inside of my pussy again in dangerously teasing strokes. “How blood is the one thing a body will never stop making? How it never runs out? You could lose a little, or a lot, and still, you’d make more for me.”

For him?I moaned and my breath caught when he bent his fingers, hitting a new spot, before pulling them out.

“Cruz—” I stopped myself, not sure if I was demanding he insert his fingers again, or asking him for something else.

“You wanna know another reason why I’m obsessed with blood?” He tilted his head, his eyes gleaming like a predator who just caught his prey. “Because blood is proof that you’re alive. Proof that you’re real.” He lifted a hand to my neck, the tip of his blood-covered thumb pressing against my pulse. “And when I see it, when I feel it, when I taste it,” he exhaled, long and slow, “I know you’re mine …ours. Every inch of you, even down to what runs under your skin and through your veins.”

Ours…It was crazy how perfect that sounded. I physically trembled on his lap at his words, wondering how I had gone most of my life without ever discovering this side of him. When he licked my throat, I already knew he was licking the blood he’dplaced there. His teeth scraped against my skin, sending a sharp bolt of pleasure straight through me and directly to my pussy.

“You scared, baby?” He adjusted us on the couch as he asked the question, but I couldn’t pay attention to what he was doing while his eyes held so much danger. His voice daring me to tell him yes. And truthfully, I probably should have been scared.

But I wasn’t.

Not of him.

Not of his kink.

Not of how he made me feel in this moment.

chapter nine

I released a shaky breath,my fingers threading into his beautiful locs as I loosened his ponytail, loving the way his hair fell around his face.

Pulling him closer, I muttered a confident, “No, I’m not scared,” not sure if he wanted to punish me or if he had truly been lookin’ for my consent.

I had my answer when his lips brushed mine and he huffed a quick, “Good girl,” before he kissed me again. Only this time, his lips tasted like a sinful blood bath that I didn’t want to get out of.

Cruz adjusted us some more, and only when I heard the sound of a wrapper did I realize that what he’d taken out of his pocket moments prior was a condom. I broke ourkiss, hypnotized by looking between us as he took out his impressively large dick and rolled that rubber thang over his thickness.

When his hands gripped my waist and lifted me, I inhaled as he lined up his dick with my pussy. Then Cruz did what Cruz always did when he took out his glorious dick.

He ruined me.

Only this time, I wasn’t watching from the sidelines. Easing me down inch by inch at first before pushing me down the rest of the way, he made me feel so damn full, I cried out into the ceiling. Except, it wasn’t one of those pretty cries, but more like a cry for a release since all my nerves were on edge.

“Shit,” he huffed. “You take this dick so good, Ri. I can’t wait to feel this pussy bare and shoot my cum inside of you the way I’ve done in every one of my fuckin’ dreams.”

I moaned at his words, meeting him stroke for stroke as the pain of how big he was finally started to turn into nothing but absolute pleasure. I didn’t even think I had another orgasm, but Cruz had a way of making me believe there wasn’t anything I couldn’t do.

I was so in sync with Cruz that nothing else existed for a while. But then something else happened and the hairs on the back of my neck stood to attention. Lifting my head, I looked past his shoulders and spotted Titan and Storm standing in the shadows of the room.

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