Page 73 of Make Me A Sinner
“Where, then?” She presses, anger now replacing the embarrassment.
“Where do you think?”
“It’s in the piercing? Are you out of your fucking mind?”
She swears, and the urge to get her on her knees and fuck her mouth, until no vile word comes of it, spikes. “What did I tell you about swearing?”
Her attitude instantly changes, realizing I’m not bluffing, especially since I know my eyes are still fully black. I’m still having trouble reeling myself in. And she’s not helping.
“It’s not my fault you keep treating me like a piece of property, and not like a human being—your partner. You should be telling me things.”
“And when exactly should I tell you? When you’re running from me? Ignoring me? Or maybe when I’m busy keeping you alive?” I heave with exhaustion. I don’t like talking. And I don’t like talking about my life or whatever the fuck is going on between us. Besides, now’s really the time to stop, as my temper’s flaring again.
“It’s not my fault you had to keep me fucking alive,” she snaps, and I feel a warmth ripple down my spine.
“Serena,” I warn, though judging by the tone of her voice, I doubt that she’ll listen.
On the contrary, she’s trying to provoke me. “I’m not fucking afraid of you, Set.”
“Oh, you should be,” I groan, breaking the distance between us, my body morphing, muscles doubling their size.
Now she’d better run.
But right before I lose myself, I hearit.It’s so loud it almost deafens me.
She’s doing it on purpose.
She’s provoking me.
Shewantsme tofuckher.
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“You must be out of your mind,” I say with whatever strength I have in me, stopping right in front of her.
“I must be,” she replies, reaching for the balcony light switch behind her, plunging us into the darkness, before opening her robe and letting the shape of her full nipples gleam in the moonlight.
I go rock hard in an instant, like I’m gonna fucking explode soon. I was hard before, but now I’m almost in pain with from my cock straining against my pants.
I have no idea how I ended up like this, but I don’t even want to know right now. She’s the most perfect woman in this world. I don’t even wanna fight back the devil within me, I just lift her onto the window sill behind her as I start tearing the robe off her.
A veil of insanity I’ve never known drapes my senses, and before the fabric hits the floor, I snatch its cord. I barely register what I’m doing, but somehow—through the blur—I wrap it around her wrists.
She offers me a smile in return, and I can’t help thinking the blow to her head might have something to do with her behavior.
I just don’t care right now.
I look up, past the window, at the rolled-up sun shield, and spot a metal bar. That’s where I tie the cord, forcing her to straighten, her body pulled taut, her breasts arching all the way against my chest.
Fuck.
She’s somewhere on the verge of pain, and I waste no time in showing her pleasure. Dropping to my knees, I spread her legs open, settling her heels on my shoulders until I feel them dig into my back.
She’s dripping in anticipation, the same way I feel the pre-cum slicking my tip. I want her in ways I never knew I could. And this time, I’m not holding back. I see my mark there, on her beautiful clit, and fuck, I could look at it for ages. But more than that, I need to taste it. My lips close around it, and she starts to squirm against the restraint. It’s not to escape. It’s to endure me. And I’m gonna make it impossible for her to do so.
I kiss the piercing first before I suck her clit between my teeth, leaving her eyes wide open, like she didn’t have enough time to brace for this. Nor did she have time to prepare for my tongue plunging so deep inside of her that I can feel the end of her channel. She moans, and it’s the most beautiful stirring of sound I’ve ever heard. I was afraid she wouldn’t accept me as I am. But she craves the monster just as much as she craves the man. And I’m gonna give her every brutal, broken version of me.
