Page 81 of Where Sinners Repent

The softest touch dusts against my clit, and I gasp. It’s barely a whisper of a fingertip, drawing soft circles around the bud, yet it has me trembling already.

My pussy clenches on nothing, desperate to be filled.

He continues to torture me with his feather-light touch, and I feel like I’m melting into a puddle.

“Black Cat,” he rasps. My only response is a timid whimper. “I’m going to slice your pretty skin now. Stay nice and still, otherwise I might cut deeper than I intended to.”

“W... What!”

I shoot up, but he anticipates my movement, using one huge hand against my back to push me against the table. My body fights against his grip, but he’s so much stronger than me.

“What the fuck, Kaleb,” I growl, bucking and trying to shove his hand away. “Can’t you just fuck me like a normal person?”

His laugh is cruel, and I feel him stand behind me, leaning over my back until his lips press against my ear.

“Oh, Roxanne,” he mutters, amusement bleeding into his voice. “I think we know I’m not and never have been normal.” He tsks his tongue, shoving me harder into the table. “And judging by how fucking wet your cunt is, I think we can safely assume the same goes for you.”

My teeth grit together. Yeah, I’m fucking wet. No, I don’t want a blade shoved into my skin... again.

Last time... Last time hurt.

But it also felt fucking amazing. The mix of adrenaline and pain, and pleasure. The anticipation heightening everything. The sensation of steel pressed against skin.

A sickening shudder rolls through my body. My traitorous fucking body. He feels it. Of course he feels it.

His chuckle is anything but humorous.

“Just like I thought,” he whispers. The way his lips slide over the sensitive skin behind my ear has my body lighting up. “You’re a deviant. Dark and depraved, just like us.”

That has me glaring at him over my shoulder, gritting my teeth as hair snaps from my scalp.

“I’m not like you,” I hiss.

He huffs an amused sound. “No?”

His grip loosens just enough for me to wrench my head around and glare at him properly.

“No,” I confirm.

His black eyes don’t leave mine.

“You’ve got blood on your hands just like me,” he smirks. My stomach churns. “You’ve got scars, just like my brother. You’ve run away from your past, just like we have. So, tell me, baby, how you are different from us?”

No solid reasons come to mind because the pad of his finger is back on my clit. My mind is mush; every attempt to reject his claim slipping through my fingers.

Soft circles around my clit have my forehead falling against the wood.

“I’m listening, Roxanne,” he drawls.

I whimper. What were we talking about? Why are we even talking and not fucking?

He chuckles darkly. “Exactly what I thought. Now spread those fucking cheeks and don’t move a fucking muscle.”

My hands listen blindly, gripping myself and spreading for him. The sound of the blade opening makes me gasp, yet I stay perfectly still. Stupidly trusting him not to make me bleed out.

His rough hand slides down the back of one of my thighs.

“Kaleb?” I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut. He doesn’t answer, but all of his movements stop. “Can you...”