The Secrets of a Sin, page 24
“Why wouldn’t you?” I gasp, loving every jab of friction he produces on my body.
“I thought I made myself pretty fucking clear that you’re mine.” With his fingers still clasped onto my chin, he drags the tip of one across my severely dry lip. “You think your little confession would scare me? Run me off like it did with every other shitty person in your life?”
The truth of what he said was like a slap to the face, but I didn’t let it show. I let the smooth rubbing of his digit on my lip calm me until he dipped himself further into my mouth.
“It should have.” I confess, feeling his finger skim my tongue before pulling out completely.
“Well then, baby, you really don’t know what it’s like to be scared.” His voice drops an octave, sending a chill down the length of my body until I feel it in my toes. He then leans in close, sweeping his mouth over my ear in a gentle manner. “Or do you?”
“Of course, I know.” I pant, overstimulated by each body part of his that is currently touching me. I couldn’t figure out where he was going with this, but I knew it was headed somewhere dangerous, with no return.
“Then tell me what scares you the most.” He begs, trailing the tops of his teeth down the side of my ear until he stops at my lobe and bites down hard. “Tell me what makes this skin of yours sweat.” He releases my flesh, alleviating the sting with the coolness of his tongue in slow licks. Then, dipping down to the nape of my neck, I tense when I feel the softness of his lips kiss my neck. “Or what makes your pulse throb.”
I knew the answer before I could even process the question. It was obvious. And I was sure it was obvious to him too.
“You, Arsen.” I confess. “You scare me.”
He pulls away from the curve of my neck, meeting my stare with electricity in his eyes. “You want to know why I scare you?”
Gulping, I nod. Hot, sweating, and unbelievably achy, I remain mush under his form.
“Because for the first time in your life, you crave something far worse than just sex. You continually try to avoid the inevitable, but I can sense it in the way your body melts for me. How your arms and legs tremble from the mere fucking sight of me.”
Everything vibrates. Every part of me becomes numb from his words, but there’s still a pulse beating in the area I need attention the most.
“And I’ve finally realized what it is.” Arsen points out, moving his arm from beside my head and down the length of me until his palm rests on the spot where my dress ends. The pads of his finger skim along the fabric in a teasing motion, purposefully avoiding my skin as he kneads my dress. On instinct, my legs try to widen, and my back slowly arches, begging for any kind of touch he’s willing to give. But if I knew Arsen, he wasn’t going to give in so easily.
“Sex was never your addiction, angel. You were just waiting for me to come along and steal your every fucking breath and thought.” His words sink into the deepest parts of my soul, the darkest parts of my head, and my fragile heart that’s beginning to only beat for him. He wasn’t just some guy that entered my life with no purpose.
He was the purpose, the answer, and most of all, deadly.
“I’m your weakness. Your goddamn fixation and the only cure for you is more of me.” He hovers his mouth over mine, exhaling his hot breath into my lungs, fueling my urges. My bones no longer felt indestructible, and my veins felt as if they were made of plastic. I was weaker than I had been before coming to St. Catherine’s, but in ways, I was stronger too. And it was all because of him. “So, what’s it going to be, angel? Will you join me in hell and let me rid you of your past? Because if so, from now on, I’m your present, future, and fucking afterlife.”
My breath had officially been stolen. Fucking gone, vanished into thin air and replaced with only Arsen. With my whole body set ablaze and my head going haywire, I quickly reach from the back of his nape and pull his lips down onto mine. A wild growl erupts from the back of his throat as I take complete charge and his mouth viciously smothers mine. Everything about our kiss was sloppy and untamed, but there was no room for gentleness right now. Our emotions, tragedies, fucking everything we’ve been through was expressed in our chaotic movements. The way my nails claw at his biceps or how his fingers try to tear at my dress. It was our way of letting it go and breathing in new things. It was controlling, turbulent, messy, but that’s how it will always be with him because, oddly, he was right. I am addicted to him.
Head over heels hooked.
His mouth suddenly pulls away from mine, and I feel like I lose the ability to breathe. A whimper tears past my lips in irritation, watching as he climbs off my body with raw lips and lethal eyes. I open my mouth to say something, but his warm hands clasp the bottom of my dress and yank it up until my thong and stomach are visible to his eyes.
“Red.” He purrs, dragging his palm down past my belly button and to the top of the flowery lace of my panties. “My favorite color.” He grins wickedly before dropping his head down to where my thighs quake. Now he’s just floating above my pussy, toying with the top of the underwear until he lowers and sinks his teeth into the fabric. I catch the whiteness of his canines before he savagely rips at the thong, ripping the unbelievably thin and weak fabric until it lays in shreds over me. “But I prefer your cunt like this.” His teeth let go, and his hands remove what's left of my thong, leaving me completely naked. “Bare and fucking open for me.”
I groan, needing the tightness of the dress to come all the way off. So, lifting on my elbows, I remove the garment and toss it off the bed, leaving me only in a black bra. With Arsen still leaning over me by my legs, he watches me closely, trailing his eyes over every dip and curve of my body till I’m positive he’s memorized me. I feel sexy and beautiful under his microscope, but I also feel powerful. And for the first time, I wasn’t worried about anything other than this moment. He was what I wanted. What I needed, and even if this turned out to be a huge fucking mistake, at least I’d get the night of my life with a man that rules my head and heart.
“I need you.” I beg, glancing down at his pants that are still on and surely suffocating the large bulge in his pants. With his arms spread out on each side of me, I wiggle further up the bed, making room for him to chase me, and he does. Like a predator, he crawls on all fours until he’s completely covering me and staring down into my eyes.
“Then tell me you’re mine.” He demands. “For once, give me the fucking truth.”
Slowly moving my hands down between us, I reach for his belt buckle and feel his body tense. “I’m yours, Arsen.” I exhale, unhooking the belt loop and pulling down his zipper. “My soul.” I grab the tops of his pants and yank down. “My body.” Next, I fidget with his boxers. “My heart. They’re all yours.” And lastly, I grip his cock in my palm, embracing every beautiful detail and hardness. His teeth immediately clench as I work him up and down in steady tugs. I can’t tear my eyes off his face, watching how his eyes appear to be in pain, and with every rough squeeze to his base, a hiss tears out of his mouth.
“Climb up on me.” I order softy, needing him in my mouth. His dark eyebrows dip, but he quickly catches on before pulling his pants off the rest of the way and mounting my face. His thick cock swings side to side until it stops right at the edge of my lips. His gaze blazes with a fiery inferno as he grips his long length in his hand and points the tip at my mouth.
“You want my cock, angel?” He teases, rubbing the soft tip of his dick along the seam of my lips like a balm. Pre-cum is leaking out the top, wetting my lips with each pass, and I can’t help but swipe my tongue along the juices. Saltiness invaded my taste buds, and I needed another taste. “Answer me.” He snarls, jerking at the word ‘cock’, making my insides swell with jealousy that it’s not me making him feel good.
“Yes.” I pant, licking my lips provocatively, which has his nostrils flaring.
“Then open your mouth wide.” He leans forward as I widen my mouth to accommodate his length and girth. Once his tip passes my lips, he slowly pushes inside until he is fully seated in my mouth. My eyes water from how deep he is, but the second I suction my lips and tongue over his cock, he drops his head back and grunts into the air.
“Fuck.” He swears, pulling out of my mouth completely before driving back inside. Like a vacuum, I suck and take everything he’s giving me. I twirl my tongue around his length, flick gently at his tip, and choke with every violent thrust. “You’re taking my cock so good, angel.” He grinds out, steadying his pace to a more balanced tempo. “Like your mouth was made for fucking my cock.”
My mouth is dripping saliva mixed with his cum,. It pools down my chin and lands on my chest. His filthy words and chaotic thrusting are throwing me further into an unavoidable pit of ecstasy. I need to be touched before I go up in goddamn flames. He was losing himself in my mouth, but as if he read my mind, he rips himself out of my mouth and crawls back down my body until his now-soaking wet cock is lined up perfectly at my entrance.
“Is this how you want it?” He asks, dipping his head down to lick at the wetness on my chin.
God, that was hot.
He cleans the liquid off with his tongue, leaving only his scent on me like a marking. Once he’s finished, he nibbles at the side of my face, surely leaving indents where his teeth are biting into me. I should feel pain, but I don't. I only feel an immense amount of euphoria surging through me.
Circling my arms around the back of his head, I lay my palms on his nape and tug strands of his hair until he’s lifting and intersecting our eyes. We’re both lost in this moment, both needing the most of what we can get out of each other, even if it means stealing the other's soul. If he plans is to make me his, then I’ll do the exact same thing. “Claim me, Arsen. Make me yours.” I whisper into the thick cloud of tension that’s looming over us as my heart attempts to break through my chest. His mouth tightens as his teeth grit inside his mouth, but it's the way his eyes slowly glaze and fill with lust that has me grinning.
“Then spread those legs as wide as they’ll go, angel, because I intend to do more than just claim you.” He palms my right thigh, spreading me out as far as my body will let him. Cool air hits my already soaked center, and Arsen immediately takes notice and swabs his finger down my clit, stopping at my hole. “This pussy needs a quick lesson from its new owner.” He dips the tip of his digit inside me before pulling out and flicking my bud. “It's going to learn that I’m going to be the only one giving it pleasure. If I want to worship it, I will. If I crave your cunt on my tongue, then I expect you to open. But if you misbehave, then I expect you to be ready for pain. little girl.”
“I can take it.” I moan. “I can take everything you have to offer.” I swivel my hips in a slow gyrate, motioning him to put out this wildfire spreading within me because if he doesn’t, I feel like I may die. Then on a curse and prayer, he surges inside me bare. He slips in all the way, pressing himself into the deepest part of me that I feel him in my stomach.
It was a one-of-a-kind experience that only happened once in your lifetime. Where my body was literally bursting up into flames, my soul was now intertwining with his, connecting us even in death. This was much more than sex. It was a fucking mixture of heaven and hell.
I instantly arch, reaching for any part of him that I can tug on, but his hands quickly grab hold and subdue me. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so fucking long, angel.” He groans, leaning his heaving chest over me until his lips ghost over mine. He pulls out slightly, coating my insides with the wetness he drags out from within me and thrusts back inside. “To have you underneath me at my mercy.”
My mouth seeks out his, needing to taste his filthy words on my tongue, but he pulls away.
“Christ, you feel better than I ever could have imagined.” He shoves harder inside me, which has my legs widening and circling around his hips. “So damn tight like you were fucking built for me.”
My eyes instantly roll into the back of my head, embracing everything he’s giving me. He wants to break me, ruin me for any other man that would come after him, but that was never going to be the case. Arsen tore through every barrier of mine until he branded himself into the deepest and darkest parts of my heart. He knew pain, he knew what it was like to be different. We were one and the same. Lost, plagued by our defects, but we didn’t care. In a world like this, we only needed each other to survive.
His deliberate thrusts continue to reign through me with such intensity that my breathing becomes wildly erratic. It wasn’t just him being inside me that was sending me spiraling. It was our intimacy, our closeness to one another. I could feel each steady beat of his heart as his eyes bore through mine. He was trying to connect with me further, even if he didn’t know how to. As uncomfortable and awkward as he looked, he never strayed his stare off mine.
Palming his face with both hands, I draw him closer to me, needing him to really take in my words. “I don’t need sweet and gentle, Arsen. I’m not fragile. I won’t break.” I admit over his lips. “This isn’t you, Arsen. I want the man who fuels my fire and shows me he’s just as twisted as I am. Give me your worst, fucking devastate me, and put me back together.”
His eyes glaze over with undeniable lust and desire that I don't have a second to prepare before I’m flipped over onto my stomach with my ass high in the air.
“You may not break, but I intend to fucking crack that heart of stone of yours.” He rests his skillful mouth over my ass cheek before digging his canines into my flesh. “But now that you’re mine for good, I’ll mend it back together with everything I am, but only once I’m finished with your cunt.” He darts his tongue out, soothing the sores from his teeth. As he licks at my wounds, I feel the pad of his finger graze over my puckered asshole and dip inside the virgin hole. “And perhaps this ass, too.”
I let out a whimper into the plush pillow as he pushes his finger further inside me before dragging it out slowly. The pain was nothing compared to the pleasure I was experiencing, but something told me Arsen would make sure I’d endure both.
“Would you like my cock in your ass, angel?” He asks while palming both ass cheeks and giving each side a hard spank. “Or is that too immoral for a St. Catherine’s girl?”
The mention of St. Catherine’s has me tensing up, but I quickly overlook it.
“Isn’t anal less sinful in the eyes of God?” I tease, peering over my shoulder at an unamused Arsen, who appears ready to sink his teeth into me once again.
“All your fucking holes are sinful in the eyes of any goddamn man now. Including God.” He growls, stroking at his impossibly hard cock that’s begging to be sat on, but I continue to tease him.
“Someone should have informed me of that before…”
His hand stretches out like lightning and grips a chunk of my long hair before tugging hard.
“Finish that fucking sentence. I dare you.” He seethes as my back arches into almost a ninety-degree angle that has my eyes watering. With his back now almost flush against mine, I can feel the tip of his cock graze my entrance. “You want me to ruin you? Show you the real monster that lurks within me waiting for a chance to prey on a woman like you?” He pulls harder, snapping my neck back before circling a hand around it and placing his fingers over my mouth. He pries my lips open with his digits, then shoves them inside as if he’s trying to gag me. On instinct, I suck. I suck hard and hallow my cheeks around his two fingers until a feral groan erupts from behind me. “Your wish is my fucking command, angel.”
He mounts my backside, then drags me down until I impale myself onto his cock. The new position gives me a whole other rush of feelings that splinter me in half and have my heart battering. With his hand still wound in my hair, he uses me as leverage to pull me back onto him. My scalp is on fucking fire along with every other nerve ending in my body, but I relish in every aspect of the pain.
“Is this what you wanted?” He charges forward, suffocating my pussy with hard jabs of his cock that have me mewling like a damn cat. Pulling his fingers out of my mouth, he grips my love handle in a tight grip before yanking me back with all his power. “Yah, you fucking wanted this. You wanted my cock from day one, didn’t you?” He mocks, slamming me onto him, making it nearly impossible for me to fuck him back.
“Yes.” I cry out.
“You wanted all my goddamn attention, too.” He grunts while thrusting in a figure-eight motion that has my insides begging for more. “You made it your life’s mission to infect my fucking thoughts with you and only you until I couldn’t even breathe without seeing your perfect face.” He goes on. “You did this, Charlotte. You pushed me to my fucking breaking point, and now you’re stuck with me.”
Rearing back, I fuck myself onto him. I let my cunt suck him in until it's filled to the capacity with cock that I have to pull him completely out.
“Good, there’s only one person who can tame the beast, and I’m that person, Arsen.” He lets me take over, dropping back and pulling out as I rock his world. “No one else gets you like I do. No one understands the darkness that lives inside you, and no one ever will.” I moan, and he groans in delirious ecstasy. “You’re a fiend for me, Arsen. Always have been and always will be. So let me consume you completely.”
Pulling out of me entirely, I’m spun around until I’m facing Arsen, but now I’m hovering in his lap as he tugs my ass further into him.
“Then consume me, angel, take what you fucking are so greedy for, and come around my cock.” He begs as our eyes interlock and my arms circle around his sweaty neck. Now hovering over his cock, I don’t hesitate. I don’t even think before dropping down on him until he’s fully sheathed inside me. I rock my hips up, down, back and forth, savoring our proximity and the ethereal sensations that Arsen’s building inside my body.
