Page 12 of The Sinful Side


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She turned her head away from me, squeezing her eyes shut as she battled with opening her legs and giving me more access or keeping them closed and my hand trapped. I hummed and moved my thumb right over her clit. A breathless moan fell from her lips before she could stop it, and precum leaked from my cock.

She was driving mecrazy, and I operated best when I was out of my fucking mind. She was just making this harder on herself without even trying.

“No,” she whimpered, opening her legs. “Please leave me alone.”

I rubbed harder now that my hand was free. I wanted to taste her tonight, but this would be even better. Sure, I’d end up tormenting myself, but getting her off without even touching her flesh would leave her confused and reeling, just like I wanted her to be.

“Amadeus,” she begged, her voice shaking, her eyes watering, “I don’t want this. Please stop.”

“You know what would happen if I married you, right?” I asked her, cocking my head to the side. She choked on the sob she tried to smother. “I could go to your father right now and tell him I want to marry you Sunday, and he’d jump all over it. Then, you’d have nowhere to escape me, little blondie. You’d be trapped in my bed, in a house our parents will buy for us as a wedding gift. They’d expect a grandchild within the first week, even if it’s not scientifically possible.”

Tears slid down her cheeks, spilling from her now-closed eyes, and she sobbed. I changed my rhythm and angle, watching as her pulse jumped in her throat. A small, barely audible whimper rose in her throat, and when I hit her clit just right through her leggings, her hips jerked, her mouth opening on a silent O.

Bingo.

Every woman was different, and they all got off by different angles, different touches, different movements, and I’d just found hers.

She had no idea what kind of power she just gave me without even wanting to. There was no denying this, no denying what I was capable of doing to her. What I was capable of making her feel.

She was going to fall apart tonight, and I couldn’t wait to bear witness to it all.

I continued in that same slow circular motion, applying just the right amount of pressure. She sobbed, shaking her head, all while her body continued betraying her. She was soaking her panties; I could feel the dampness on her leggings.

“You sure you don’t like this, Lillian?” I hummed. I sucked her lobe into my mouth, gently sinking my teeth into it before laving my tongue over the bite. She was crying hard now, her entire body shaking with the sobs and hiccups, but she was whimpering and moaning, getting ready to come, probably for the first time in her life.

“I don’t know why—” she gasped, a small cry spilling from her lips. She shook her head, her fists clenching above her head where I still had her wrists pinned. Her mouth opened, and her body quaked as she came undone, another cry—this one sharp—ringing through the air.

I grinned, wishing I could taste her. But I’d get that next time. And therewouldbe a next time. I wasn’t near fucking done with her yet.

I removed my hand, and she snapped her legs closed, shaking her head again, her shoulders shaking with her sobs. I gripped her chin, digging my fingers into her damp cheeks. Her lips squeezed together as she looked at me through her teary, blue eyes.

She was already so wrecked, and I’d only just begun toying with her.

She closed her eyes, not wanting to look at me. “Open your fucking eyes,” I growled. She squeezed them shut tighter. I snarled. I wanted her eyes onme. “Lillian, I’ll make you come so many times you can’t fucking walk without ever stealing your virginity if you don’t open your eyes and look at me,” I warned her.

She snapped them open, fear and hate mixing together like a storm in the depths of those baby-blue eyes. I cocked my head to the side, taking in the first bit of her destruction.

“Still fear the corn?” I asked her quietly. “Or do you now only fear the man you’ll always associate with one of these fields?”

She sniffled. “I hate you,” she croaked. “May you burn in hell, Amadeus.” Her voice was weak and shaky, and my soul sucked it in like her weak words fueled its strength.

I chuckled. “You can hate me, little blondie, but your body willalwaysbetray you,” I promised her. I released her wrists and stood to my feet, watching as she shakily scrambled up, almost falling before she found her footing. I stepped closer to her and cupped the side of her neck, yanking her forward, her body pressing against mine. I kissed her again, forcing her mouth open with my tongue, not even giving her a choice. She moved to sink her teeth into my lip again, but I tightened my hold, pressing my thumb into the front of her throat, making her choke. Pulling back, I shook my head at her,tsking.

“Don’t ever think you can pull a fast one on me, little blondie.” I released her. “I need to get you home.”

“After you just assaulted me?” she hissed.

I arched an eyebrow at her, shrugging. “We’re all monsters, little blondie.” I didn’t deny what I’d done. I knew very well what the hell I’d done to her, how I’d touched her without her consent. And I didn’t feel a single bit of remorse.

I was going to push her until shebroke. And then, I was going to leave her in pieces.

More tears ran down her cheeks. I grabbed her throat again, and this time, I licked some of her tears up, humming at the taste. She tasted absolutely sinful. She was cryingfor me.

Poor girl.

She wouldn’t meet my eyes when I let her go again. I let it go, this time pressing my hand to her lower back. “Let’s go, Lilly. You need to get changed and fix your hair so I can get you home.”

She reached up to touch her hair, her breathing quickening. It was an absolute mess, I’d give her that. If her father saw her in this state, he’d beat the hell out of her. And that wasn’t fucking happening.

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