Page 67 of Sinner's Perdition


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“I can’t wait to test the lies from your lips when I’m inside you, fucking you so good you drench my cock.”

She yanks the door open. I riled her up enough for her brain to short-circuit. Her eyes brim with realization at what she’s done. I won’t tell her I already had the key in my pocket. One win a day is enough.

I step inside, while she takes a step back and crosses her arms across her chest. She wears this sexy V-neck top and matching shorts, riding up her thigh. Desire burns through my veins.

“This is my room.”

“It’s our room.”

“Get out. If not, I swear I will stab you this time.”

“And I swear I will fuck you until you soak my cock, the sheets, and the fucking mattress.”

Pleasure ripples through her body. I smirk and grip the back of her neck, pressing her to my chest, our hearts pounding viciously together. The air between us turns combustible. I cup her face and crash my mouth to hers. She melts in my arms, feeding me that combination of anger and weakness I know too well. For all her fighting, her body molds perfectly to mine.

“I hate you.” She bites my lip hard. It shows her desperation, that mix of frustration and helplessness, and it eases me like nothing else.

“Show me how much you hate me with my cock buried inside you.”

I peel her silky top off her, my fingers grazing her skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps behind. A slight tremor passes her body when I get on my knees. Just for my wife, only for her. I kiss her belly and hook my thumb under her shorts and glide them down, revealing the most beautiful pussy, the softest skin.

My paradise, my home.

Chiara kicks the shorts to the side, and I grip her thighs, inhaling her scent that makes me ravenous, and press a kiss on her pussy. A stuttered breath leaves her mouth and fire spreads through my veins as I lick my way up. When I stand, her green eyes sparkle like a mine of emeralds, full of desire. But she turns around, giving me her back. I hate when even in these moments, she breaks our connection to gain some semblance of control. She will learn, there is no controlling madness. I tried, in vain. My dick pokes her back, and I grab her neck, turning her face to me again as my other hand snakes down her belly.

I rub her clit, sliding two fingers up and down her slit, and push them inside her wet, tight pussy. “Are you sore?”

Rebellion brews in her eyes, and I bend her neck back. “The truth this time.”

“No.” She bites her lower lip, and I push her onto the bed, pulling her body toward the edge.

“On all fours.”

She gets on her knees and elbows, peering at me over her shoulder. I spread her legs with mine. Fisting her hair, I hold her in place. With the other hand, I take my cock out, giving it a few strokes. Anticipation sparks through my insides, flaming me to the point of burning up. I guide the head to her entrance, slapping her pussy. Her moan mixes with my groan. This, right here, is paradise. But I have a point to make.

“Do you deserve my cock,cara?” I ask, dragging her up to my chest, biting into her neck, while my cock teases her opening. She draws in air, fisting the sheets.

“Cato, please . . .”

Chiara wiggles, trying to shove that perfect ass into me while I keep myself just a thrust out of reach, sliding the head up and down her slit. Wetness coats my steel-hard cock. Every second of denying her enflames my desire into a raging inferno. Her body is flushed, wanting what only I can give her. Licking her lips, looking up at me with glazed over eyes—need and want obliterating her composure, just like mine.

It’s sweet torment, but I won’t give us what we both desire until she admits it.

“First, deserve my cock.”

I release my grip on her hair and stand up at the edge of the bed. She shoves at her loose strands, a vicious expression taking over her features.

“Get on your knees,” I say, voice hoarse.

My wife does as she’s told with a look that could turn me into ash, digging her nails into my thighs, splitting the skin. All the blood has redirected toward my dick. I doubt I have ever been harder than right now.

I grip her chin. “Don’t bite.”

“I didn’t know you were a mind reader.”

Even now when I have my dick at her lips, she sasses me.

“Open.”

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