Page 62 of Sacrilege


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Slowly, she teased the hem of her tank top up and tugged it over her head, leaving her standing in only her black lacy bra and thong.

The soft light from the bedside lamp caressed her curves and highlighted every delectable inch of her as she turned toward me.

I was going to hell.

She wasn’t even completely naked and I could already see that despite her young age, she was all woman. And I was going to deprive myself of this for the rest of my life?

No. I pushed the intrusive thought away. No more thinking.

Eden’s eyes didn’t stray from mine as she reached between her breasts and flicked open the gold clasp. The flimsy material fell from her rounded flesh and revealed dusty pink nipples that hardened the moment they hit the cool hotel air. She shrugged the straps from her shoulders and brought her delicate hands up to cup her breasts.

I chewed the inside of my cheek while my hand drifted to my cock and lazily teased the length of my shaft as I watched her hands cushion and massage her breasts—that was until her tongue darted out to wet her perfectly swollen lips and she took the tips of her nipples between her thumb and forefinger, digging her short nails into the sensitive nub. Then she tugged them straight from her body.

Her head fell back and her lips parted, releasing an unashamed whimper that sent raw, wild need surging straight to my balls.

This woman.

I hungered for her submission, but watching her take her own pleasure while she aimed to please me made me harder than I’d ever been, especially because it was through pain.

But she didn’t need to know that.

When her green eyes found mine again, I noticed the color had morphed into a darker shade. It mirrored the lust in my chest that had been deprived for years. I raised a brow, and narrowed my gaze. “What did I tell you about your body tonight?”

“It’s yours.”

“And your pleasure?”

“Is yours?”

“You sound unsure.”

She shook her head. “I’m not. Tonight it’s yours.”

“And if I want to punish you for taking what’s mine?”

“I’ll let you.”

“Come here.” I gestured to my lap where my thick cock bobbed between us.

Eden immediately obeyed and sauntered toward me. She wouldn’t be swinging her hips in an attempt to tease me if she knew what I had in store for her. When she reached me, she lifted her leg to slide over my cock and straddle me, but I had other plans before I let her milk me dry. I shoved her foot off the edge of the sofa and she cocked a brow in my direction.

“Good girls get cock, bad girls get spanked.”

Her mouth parted and I nearly came, seeing the crack in her confidence and the way she lowered her gaze in reverence. It wasn’t about breaking her; it was about her freely giving me what I wanted. My words were commands laced with a prayer of hope, and her submission was a beautiful gift.

The fire returned to Eden’s eyes and she lowered herself to my thighs. Ever the brat, she looked up at me with a shit-eating grin and kissed the tip of my erect cock before she flattened her stomach over it. Did she think I wouldn’t notice? My eyes were glued to her like she was my next breath. Her defiance wasn’t something I’d planned for, but it was endearing as fuck. She wasn’t like the women before who pretended to obey me in order to fulfill a half-baked fantasy. She wasn’t like Maggie who shamed me when I tried to exert control. Eden pressed my need for control, feeding it in all the ways I desired, but never bending it to her will.

I trailed the tips of my fingers down the satin-soft skin of her spine, and when she flinched, I wondered if this was her first time under the hand of a man.

“Have you been spanked before?” I asked, my hand drawing lazy swirls across her goose-pimpled flesh.

“When I was five,” she muttered, her voice a whispered rasp.

“Did you like the pain when you pulled your nipples?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl,” I all but moaned, because she was fucking perfect. “I am going to love showing you the line between pleasure and pain.”

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