Page 47 of No Small Sin

“I think I’d rather you go back to calling me patata dolce.”

Her eyes gleamed with mirth. “Not a fucking chance.”

I took a step toward her, “Lesson number one: don’t tease the instructor.”

I crouched down and lunged forward, grabbing the backs of her thighs and stepping into her. I was more gentle than usual, but the effect was the same.

She went down.

We moved and twisted around each other, TK giggling almost maniacally.

Eventually, we actually practiced. I taught her the basic moves and she picked them up quickly. I was so impressed with her. I should have known she’d be eager to learn something that allowed her to express her secret need for violence.

I couldn’t keep my hands off of her, and it seemed she was having the same problem because at one point I twisted her into a hot-as-fuck little pretzel and her only response was to grab me by the dick.

“Watch it,” I grunted. “Anyone could come in and I would hate to have to gouge their eyeballs out with my divot tool for watching me fuck you into this mat.”

Her eyes darkened and I knew I’d flipped the right switch.

Good.

It had been a while since I’d stabbed through the gelatinous tissue of someone’s eye anyway.

CHAPTERNINETEEN

TK

“Strip.”

Just one word from him and I was done for.

My eyes darted toward the door, but Beck jerked my face back toward him. “Too late to worry about that now, cuore mio,” he chided, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. “Strip.”

I was already soaked for him. The way his body moved with such fluid grace throughout the course of the evening had twisted my fucking insides. He was beauty in motion, every movement calculated and perfect.

Hewas perfect.

I’d been captivated, and I wanted to climb him like a fucking tree.

We hadn’t worked out so hard that we were sweaty and disgusting, so thank fuck for that. I hesitated for a moment longer, thinking how totally grand it would be to narrowly avoid being taken in for questioning about a murder that I very much played a part in, only to be arrested for public indecency.

YOLO.

I slipped off my shoes and socks, then reached behind my neck and grabbed the thin fabric of my crop top. I pulled it over my head and dropped it to the floor, exposing my rock-hard nipples. I untied my shorts and let them fall to the mat, along with my panties.

Beck looked me over with hungry eyes. Like he might eat me alive.

I wanted him todevourme.

I took a slow step forward and wrapped my hands around his bare waist. His thick cock pressed into my torso and I placed one slow, open-mouthed kiss on his muscled chest.

Then another.

I wanted my teeth and tongue on every part of him.

I licked it, so it’s mine.

“Mmmm, being my sweet girl tonight, cuore mio? Always so good for me when you’re feeling like a needy little whore.”

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