Page 130 of Sinner's Obsession

“So, I don’t own you, wife?” he asks, voice turning sinfully low and gravelly. His hand comes around my neck, holding me captive. The heat, the challenge oozing from him, leaving me dazed. “So, I don’t own this?” His fingers rip my panties, the sting of the torn fabric biting into my hip. He thrusts two fingers inside me, finding me wet. “What about these?” He takes my nipples between his lips, biting, grazing his teeth along the sensitive buds, sucking on them. “What about this?” He slams his mouth on mine and my arms lock on instinct around his neck.

He bends me back, and I hold on to him.

“You still hold on to me, even though I would never let you fall. You don’t trust me, wife.”

“You don’t trust me either, husband.”

He grabs my ass and lifts me, throwing me on the bed. A delicious shudder skitters down my back. I love when he takes control. I stand no chance.

“Let me show you how I do own you, wife.”

After the longest agonizing seconds, he undresses. He takes his time, letting me stew in my need. Once fully naked, he prowls on top of me, subduing me. I have no choice but to take it all.

I cry out his name so many times my throat is hoarse, and my body is spent. Our bed looks like a war zone. I am aware of the world outside bending to the rules of time, but in this room, there is no time, no other reality other than him and me. And he’s proving a point.

He’s inside of me, thrusting in and out. How can he have this stamina when I am short of blacking out after my fourth orgasm?

He lifts my legs, placing my ankles on his shoulders, and I arch my back.

“Kieran.”

“What, sweetheart? Am I too deep?”

“Yesss.”

“Who owns this pussy?”

I don’t answer, though I should. We both know it’s him, but I love seeing that potent mix of emotions burning in his eyes. He spreads my thighs, holding on to my calves. I had no idea my body could be this flexible. He rotates his hips, hitting the spot again and again and again. I will die of too many orgasms. What a glorious way to go.

“Say it, princess. I’ll do this all day long, all fucking week long.”

The orgasm blasts through me, and I whisper, my head dropping, believing him, “Yours, Kieran.”

“All of you?”

“All of me.”

He spills inside of me while my body rides the aftershocks, a sheen of sweat covering my skin. He climbs between my legs, pressing our foreheads together.

When my breathing normalizes, I say, “You don’t play fair.” It’s threaded with sadness more than with accusation. I bite my lower lip, emotions getting the best of me. Traitorous tears brim in my eyes.

I curl in on myself on my side, but he rolls me to face him. When he sees my tears, he drops his head.

“I-I don’t know any other way.”

My hand lifts to his face.

“You do, but this is your shortcut, Kieran. It’s your proven strategy and you follow it. I wish you wouldn’t do that with me, but...”

“This is how I am.”

“Why did you test me? I thought we were past that.” A storm gathers in his eyes but I’m not afraid. I’ve become one with the storm. “Can’t you, for once in your life, believe in something good, trust in this between us?”

“Tell me one good goddamn reason.”

“If you need a reason, then there is nothing I could say to make this better.” Swallowing the hurt, I tilt my head. “What about being your wife?”

“That’s not a good enough reason. In the grand scheme of things, it means shit, like it meant for your mother.”

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