Page 91 of Make Me A Sinner
The window rattles behind me with every slam of my back against it, hard enough that I expect someone to barge in at any moment. But he doesn’t stop, just goes on and on and on, determined to break me, as if taking more of me, he could put himself back together.
forty-five
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I couldn’t stay away from her any longer. The thought of not seeing her—even in death—almost drove me insane. I need her... need to feel her next to me, to breathe in her skin, her hair, to feel her tight cunt wrapped around me. I don’t care about the pain. I only care about feeling her. To know she’s mine. To have my fill of her.
My cock moves inside her, igniting frenzy in my body, lighting every nerve, every cell one by one and making me feel more alive than ever.
She’s my drug. My medicine. My every-fucking-thing.
I need her, my body needs her in ways I don’t have words for. My mind needs her. My very soul needs her. It’s something I can’t deny anymore. And I won’t waste time before telling her this.
Her legs wrap tight around my waist, and I make just enough room to go deeper, to move harder, with one goal in mind—her ecstasy.
Her eyes flutter, lashes blinking rapidly, like her body’s trying to keep up with the pleasure. I love how surprised she looksevery time I take her, as if every time I manage to push past another one of her limits, going deep or claiming more. Because hell, I want to claim everything from her. And that reminds me of my true mark on her. My metal on her clit. A reminder that even when I’m not inside her, I own her pleasure.
I reach to touch it, enhancing her pleasure with every circle of my fingers, urging her to feel her body trembling beneath me.Best gift I’ve ever picked.
My muscles are tight, my teeth clenched as I hear her moan through her release, nails digging into my back—just like I like them. I’m not far behind. The tightening sensation is too real, gathering inside me like storm clouds until I break, spilling into her, filling her completely with my cum. It’s violent in its relief, mind-blowing how necessary it is to feel normal again.
My legs are failing me, almost wrecked with exhaustion, so I brace a hand on the window for support while I catch my breath, also catching Serena beneath me.
“Are you okay?” she asks, her voice shaking with worry, fingers trailing over my chest.
I almost laugh, but it’s more of a groan. “Pretty sure I’m supposed to be asking you that,” I manage, my lips brushing her neck as if this is a move I’ve planned and I’m not about to pass out on top of her. “Let’s get you in bed.” It’s more really about getting me in bed, but I don’t want to sound weak. I just crash onto the mattress, eyes on the ceiling—a stupid stuck smile on my lips, while she curls against my chest.
My medicine.
My calm.
My fucking everything.
EPILOGUE
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A couple of days later
Home sweet fucking home. For a while there, I wasn’t sure I’d ever see this place again. Or Eight-Ball, who immediately comes rubbing against my feet, the moment I step into the penthouse.
Serena is still mad at me because Draco just had to mention the ass shape we left on his window as we were leaving. And how he’s now stuck explaining to the maid another eccentricity that went on in his house.
Not that I care. All I care about is the memory we created. And that was some memory. I’m actually planning a repeat the first chance I get.
There’s also something else I need to do as soon as I get the chance. I might be facing eternity, but lately life’s been moving on fast-forward. I love the thrill—not the getting shot part. But all the rest. Still, I feel something’s been off with Serena ever since L.A., and I have an idea of what that might be.
I give it a few days to let her cool off before I make my move. I’ve got my own ways of calming her down, which always work. Besides, I need the time to set things up at the hotel because we’re going on another trip. This time, one that I planned. I want to show Serena a piece of my past I rarely let anyone see—the place I love most in this world.
I have her pack for a week, and we take the jet for a whole day flight. Though the time doesn’t seem to pass with so much difficulty, especially since I make her join the Mile High club.
Several times.
The look on her face when the flight attendant knocked while her legs were still shaking was priceless.
I didn’t tell her where we were going or why we were flying across the world, but as soon as we got close to the Cairo airport, she figured out where I was taking her. To see the pyramids—the place where I became Set, God of Chaos.
A car takes us to my property. I’ve got a few more properties across the world, even if most of my business is rooted in Vegas these days. But Egypt could make no exception. I’ve had this house ever since Cairo’s birth in 600 AD, and did my best to keep it exactly as it was the day it was built.
