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There’s no going back now.
I’m lost.
ChapterTwenty-One
Mariana
He marches toward me, his gaze boring into mine. He kneels in front of the tub. “Tell me to leave. Tell me to leave now.”
I swallow. “No.”
His eyes flash. He threads his fingers into my hair and yanks my head back. His face hovers over mine, his lips an inch away. “God help me,” he says before standing up and walking toward the door.
No,I want to shout, but he turns around before I get the chance, crossing his arms over his chest. His expression is oddly blank, and those dark eyes have a dreamy quality. “Keep going.” His voice is as soft and hushed as it is at Saturday service.
I inhale a sharp breath. “You want me to…”
“Yes,” he whispers.
I’ve never seen him like this before. He’s at the edge of his control. That’s why his voice is so soft. That’s why his eyes are vacant. He’s in a trance.
“What are you waiting for?” Again, that hushed voice.
I return my two fingers to my clit and start rubbing. Delightful pressure builds in my tummy, and a breathy moan escapes my lips.
Brandon’s eyelids grow hooded. He walks around the tub, disappearing behind me. “What are you thinking about, Mariana?”
“You,” I whisper.
“No.” The word sounds like it slipped through clenched teeth. “If we’re going to be sinners, you’d better make it worth it. I need you to tell me much more than that.”
A jolt of electricity shoots into my stomach. “I was thinking about…the night I saw you…do this.”
“Do what?”
“Stroke your big cock.”
He hums. “And what would you do if I had my cock out right now?”
“I’d get down on my knees and put my mouth on you. Worship you.”
“No,” he says softly. “I wouldn’t let you worship me. I’d make you gag on my cock. Punish you for being so tempting.”
I rub faster, and a whimper escapes my lips. He’s so good at this. I always suspected he was kinky before he came to God, but now I’m certain of it.
“Such sweet sounds.” His shadow hovers over the bathtub, and I drop my head back to stare up at him. His arms are still crossed over his chest. “Such a sweet face—” he narrows his eyes “—for such a harlot.”
The sound that is pulled from me is something between a gasp and a whimper, and I start frantically rubbing my clit.
Holy shit, he’s degrading me.
I never imagined he’d be like this.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes!” As the pressure builds and expands in my tummy, I slow my pace into a circular rub, drawing my pleasure into an agonizing upward climb.
“You’ll say my name when you come, Mariana. Do you hear me?”
