Page 54 of Betrayed By Sin
“I shouldn’t have,” I whisper, even as my hands slide down his stomach to his belt. “I should hate you.”
“Youdohate me,” he growls, popping the button on my jeans, dragging the zipper down so fast I gasp. “But your pussy doesn’t.”
I cry out as his hand slides between my thighs, two fingers pressing hard against the silk of my panties, already soaked.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “You’re dripping.”
“Don’t stop,” I pant, dizzy from the weight of him, from how much Ishouldn’twant this. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
His lips curl against my neck. “Oh, Mags, I’m not stopping until you can’t stand up straight.”
He tries to be careful with my dress this time but fails miserably, ripping it at the chest. Panties torn as he slips his inked fingers around them and lifts me in one fluid motion. My legs wrap around his waist. My bare back scrapes against the wall, but it doesn’t matter, not when he lines up and thrusts inside me like he owns my body. Like hebuiltit for this.
I scream into his shoulder, and he groans like he’s breaking.
“You feel that?” he snarls, hips slamming into mine. “That’s mine. Every fucking inch of you. I don’t care where you go, who you run to, you’ll never forget the way I fuck you.”
I claw at his back, digging my nails into his skin. “Sin…”
“You want sweet?” he rasps. “Try to find someone soft. But if you’re with me…” He thrusts again, harder. “You get ruined.” We’re colliding in the shadows where love looks like ruin and need sounds like desperation.
I moan, head dropping back against the brick as pleasure rips through me like a lightning strike. A euphoric laugh escapes him. “I would fucking destroy anyone who tries to touch you.” he whispers in my ear.
His hand slides between us, finding the bundle of nerves that makes me jerk in his arms. He circles it once. Twice. A third time. “This isn’t a romance, Magnolia. This is obsession.”
Another thrust. I’m choking on every breath.
“This is me needing to bury myself so deep inside of you, that way you feel me for days.” His other hand wraps around my throat, tilting my head back.
“This is me never letting you go.”
And then, his voice lowers to something darker.
“But don’t you dare ask me to make you promises.”
Tears sting my eyes, but I don’t blink. I can’t. Not with his hand on my throat. Not with him inside me like this. Not when my body’s unraveling, tension coiling impossibly tight.
“Because Iwon’t,” he growls. “I’ll take you. I’ll break you. But I won’t lie to you.”
That’s what makes me fall apart. Not the words, but the brutal honesty in them. I come undone with a cry, legs trembling around him, nails raking down his back as pleasure consumes me. It’s violent. Messy. Not beautiful- but real. “But I do love you with every fiber of my fucking being.” He follows with a deep,guttural moan, spilling into me as his body shudders against mine.
For a moment, there’s nothing but breath. Heat. Silence.
Then he lets me slide down the wall, my dress twisted on the ground, panties long gone.
He tucks himself back in, watching me like I’m some wreck he can’t stop staring at.
“I love you too.” I say finally.
He lights a cigarette with shaking hands but doesn’t look at me. “You shouldn’t.”
TWELVE
The warmth of Sin’s touch lingers long after I leave him.
Even as I sneak back into the house,my mind is still reeling from everything. The truth about his so-called betrayal, the way his lips felt on mine, the way he looked at me like he’d been drowning without me. The sheer fact that I never found out what my family is supposedly planning because we got wrapped up in each other.
But the second I step inside;I know something is wrong.
