Page 35 of Sinner's Obsession


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“It would only be fair,” I say, tilting my head.

“Fair would be you giving us a chance.”

“This sounds more like blackmail.”

“It’s your choice.”

I snort and hop off the bed.

From the bed, he has a clear view inside the bathroom through the glass door. I turn to him watching me. His presence fills the room, making the grandiose space appear tiny.

“Can you stop looking, please?”

“No.”

“I said please.” The second please rings of fake politeness, and of course, he’s not buying it.

“And I said no.”

He crosses his hands behind his head, and his eyes glint with challenge.

The big, oval bathtub calls to me, but I opt for the glass shower.

I turn the tap on and the steam has me coughing. He laughs. The deep, raspy sound has my heart skipping a few beats. I take the quickest shower in the history of showers and by the time I wrap the towel around me, he gets out of the bed and discards his boxers.

He’s shameless in his nakedness. I’m shameless because I can’t look away.

I steal a glance at his hands gliding down his powerful body. When he cups his cock, I bite my lip so hard it stings. His eyes find mine, a hunger so raw it roots me to the spot. He starts jerking his length, pumping up and down in dexterous rapid moves. I’m hypnotized.

“I know you’re a virgin, but have you ever made yourself come with your fingers?”

He knows it. I hate his assurance. “Mine will be rougher, bigger. I’m going to stretch you, fill you until you gasp. But you’ll take everything I’ll give you because you’re mine.”

My throat dries at the picture he paints. He closes his eyes and throws his head back as cum sprays on his hand.

“I can’t wait to make you come on my fingers, my tongue, with my cock.”

My breath stutters. I stumble to the walk-in closet. I’m hot. So hot, not even diving in icy water could cool me down. I place my hand on my pounding heart. What was that?

I change into a spaghetti strap floral minidress. It feels very intimate and domestic with us in the same vicinity, doing mundane things as if we were a real couple.

Kieran gets dressed in a custom-made suit and my eyes follow his hands as he buttons up his crisp shirt.

“See you at three,” he says, brooking no argument.

I roll my eyes at him, then he’s gone. I can now breathe again. But his scent lingers in every corner of the room.

I could fight him, but going outside is way too good of an opportunity to waste. When the clock strikes three, I’m waiting for him outside the mansion. He gets out of his car to open the door for me.

I relax in the leather seat.

“Aurora, don’t do anything stupid, okay?”

“Me? Never,” I say mockingly.

As he press starts the engine, he says, “Pleasure or pain, your choice.”

Something tells me I need both from him. It’s a scary thought and I keep my mouth shut.

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