Page 63 of No Small Sin

I grabbed the back of her head roughly and thrust my hips forward, pushing my length deep into her throat. Her eyes widened in surprise and she let out a muffled moan as I started to fuck her face with what felt like all of my pent-up aggression.

“Touch yourself,” I slowed my thrusts, giving her a small amount of relief. “Make yourself come first so I can finish in that tight little pussy.”

She groaned around my dick, the sound reverberating along my spine.

Her hand slipped beneath the waistband of her leggings.

God, she was sexy.

I watched her intensely as she worked her fingers over her clit while taking every fucking inch of me down her throat.

And when she finally brought herself over the edge? I couldn’t get her naked fast enough.

“Fuck, you’re incredible,” I groaned, bringing my hand down hard on her exposed ass as I thrust into her wet heat.

I pounded into her, knowing that it wouldn't take long for me to come like this.

She felt so good.

So right.

Her pussy gripped me tightly, her breaths coming in short gasps. The feel of her hip in the grip of my palm and the sight of the soft arch of her back as I tugged her head back had me spilling into her. I buckled at the waist, the orgasm rocking my entire body.

I bit down on her shoulder, unable to help myself. And when I pulled away, the sight of my mark on her flesh sent a shudder through me.

A mark of ownership, because she was fucking mine.

In this life — and whether she knew it or not — the next.

I wanted eternity.

And I would take it for both of us.

CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX

Beck

Ipulled in at LC, slammed my car door shut, and bounded up the stairs that led to my second-story apartment. My heavy footsteps echoed against the outside wall as I took the metal steps two at a time.

I expected Law to be waiting there, but when I entered through the side door I found both LawandAlec sitting on either side of my kitchen island.

Fucking figured. Those two assholes couldn’t go much of anywhere without one another.

“Where’s the stuff?” I asked. “I’m kind of on a tight schedule here.”

“Thanks for coming guys,” Alec taunted. “I’m so appreciative that you’re willing to help out on such short notice.”

“Shut the fuck up.” I cuffed him on the back of the head as I walked by. I turned to Law.

He unzipped the small black bag he’d placed on the table in front of him. It looked very much like a miniature first aid kit, but I only had two purposes in mind for the contents — neither of which would actually aid the intended recipients.

There was a line of six orange-capped syringes, each held in place by a small band of elastic, and two small vials of clear liquid.

He slid it toward me, pointing to a line on one of the syringes. “Stick the needle into the vial, and pull the plunger back to here if you want them to wake up again.” He moved his finger further down and added, “Anywhere past here and you won’t have to worry about the extra steps involved with finalizing the job because they’ll be as good as dead within a few minutes.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” I smirked.

“Not all of us get off on the struggle,” he stated plainly. “And most people deserve a peaceful end regardless of what kind of shit situation they found their way into.”

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