Page 129 of Sinner's Salvation


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Cameron’s relentless in his pursuit to make me come undone, pushing me over the edge—I detonate. A galaxy erupts in front of my eyes, I am afraid I might go blind. Every muscle in my body tenses, only to relax at once. I feel like I could levitate. He licks me one more time, causing another tremor to ripple through me. My breaths are shallow pants as I gather myself, vulnerable and raw after my intense orgasm.

“I need my sleep,” I mumble, closing my eyes. Sated and satisfied, yet still angry with him. Every fiber in me yearns for intimacy, a connection beyond the physical. I squeeze my eyes shut to shove that idiotic wish into the furthest corner of my brain.

“Sleep, love. If you can.”

His low, deep voice snatches my attention to him. He dips his chin, pumping two fingers inside me.

Asshole. Such a cruel, fascinating asshole. My body reacts and the sounds of how wet I am penetrate the silence.

“Look how your pussy sucks my fingers in. So wet and needy. Already wanting my cock.”

His dirty mouth sends a delicious shiver down my spine—perfect for a sinner like him.

He trails his lips up my stomach, teeth pulling at my nipples. Finally, he grazes his mouth against mine, swallowing the moan I am incapable of containing.

I gasp when he slaps his cock against my pussy, sliding the head up and down my slit, making me delirious. And that cold piercing against my heated flesh makes me burn even hotter for him. His for the taking; that’s what I am reduced to.

With our fingers interlaced over my head, he spears me with his cock. The overwhelming fullness and addictive pleasure make me lose my mind.

His lips, his touches, are the opposite of him ripping through me and fucking me once again. The bed rocks with his hard thrusts, taking me on this sensual ride.

“Such a welcoming and accommodating pussy. Made to pleasure me.”

“Cameron . . . I am not a sex doll.”

He moves in and out of me with a maddening rhythm. His eyes bore into mine, trapping me in their fiery haze.

“No, my darling, you aren’t. You’re my woman and that means your pussy is mine to tease, taste, pleasure, and fuck. Your mouth is mine to kiss. Your tits are mine to suck on and come over. Every hole and every inch of your skin is mine to brand and own. Get used to it.”

Seriousness drips from his sinful lips and he pushes in and out of me once again.

“The way your pussy strangles my cock, I know you like that.”

He uses his crass mouth to kiss on my neck on that sensitive spot that makes me even more ravenous for him. He’s going to tear me apart and not care. While my body experiences the ultimate high, my chest cracks, emotions spilling over.

“Is that all you want from me?”

“Violet.” He moves to pull out of me, but my hand stops him.

“No, fuck me, I need this. I’m your property, right? Just a sex doll to satisfy you?” I need to wrench you out of my heart because I have been under the illusion that maybe...

No longer holding back, Cameron thrusts into me, our skin slapping as we both chase our release. When we come, he immediately pulls out of me without a second thought or glance. He leaves and shuts the door behind him.

I’m empty inside while my pussy drips with his cum and my juices.

So damn empty.

***

I lie in bed the next day when a knock pulls me out of my depressing thoughts. Last night, I found out I can’t be the woman who is satisfied with just sex. I long for that intimate connection, that feeling of belonging with my husband, who shuts it up the moment it appears.

“Please, tell me you’re fine. You didn’t come to breakfast or lunch,” Marie says.

“I have a migraine.”

“Let me bring you something.”

“No, I’m fine. Thank you. I’ll come down when I’m feeling a bit better.”

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