Page 37 of Sinner's Binding
“Listen, you little bastard. You dare to come into my home and insult my girlfriend. Anastasia isn’t a goddamn leech, unlike you. She has her own successful business, which, newsflash, she built herself through hard work, too. Insult her again, and I’ll knock your teeth down your throat. Get out. And prepare to pack your shit at the office because Carla and HR will be in touch.”
Then, without another word, as Rowan sputtered and tried to backpedal his words, Reign yanked him to his feet and marched, almost dragging him, to the door. Once there, Rowan was thrust into the hallway.
“If you’re not out the door and in front of the doorman within the next two minutes, I’ll have the police called to find you. Until you get your head out of your ass and make something out of your life, Ro, I don’t want to hear from you.”
And just like that, the conversation was over. Reign slammed the door shut and locked it. Before returning to me, he took his cell out of his pants pocket.
“This is Reign Caldwell in 20A. My brother, Rowan Caldwell, is on his way down. Ensure he leaves the building and then remove his name from my approved access list. Please note he is not permitted up, and if he comes back and causes issues, call the police.”
Reign paused and listened for a few moments before responding. “Thank you so much. Have a good day.”
After he hung up, he stood there, running his hand through his hair. Reign gave me an apologetic look.
“I’m sorry you had to be subjected to that, Sia.”
I got up and went to him. I wrapped my arms around him. He hugged me close.
“You have nothing to say sorry for. Your brother is an ass. Oh, and I like the nickname. No one has ever called me Sia before.” I tacked on the last with a smile.
Reign’s expression softened. “You’re incredible, you know that? And I wanted something that wasn’t what your family calls you. I’m glad you like it. Now, let’s finish deciding what we’re doing today. I refuse to let Rowan ruin our time together.”
“Sounds good to me,” I replied.
Sinner:
Anastasia and I spent most of the day at the Nashville Zoo. We both had discovered we had a love for animals, especially those at the zoo. Not only were there animals on exhibit, but we took in a few shows, rode on the carousel, and zip-lined, even though I had to talk her into it since heights weren’t her thing. Luckily, after zip-lining, Anastasia said she liked it and would do it again. Before we left, we had an early dinner and topped it off with ice cream at the Fat Cow creamery.
We returned to my place around eight o’clock. It was now ten, and we were snuggled in my bed, watching a nature documentary, to carry on the animal theme of the day. However, I was only half-paying attention to the television. I was more caught up in the feel of her in my arms and the scent of her freshly bathed body. I wanted to repeat what we did the previous night. Of course, I’d prefer to go further, but I would be pleased with another make-out session. The reason I didn’t initiate was that I didn’t want her to feel as if the only thing I wanted when we were like this was sex.
A baby koala came onto the screen, distracting me. Or it did until she ran her hand resting on my chest down to my stomach. When she got there, she kept going. I held my breath, then let it out in a rush as her hand cupped my half-hard cock. Anastasia gently squeezed it, then rubbed her hand up and down my length. I glanced down to find her giving me a sultry look.
“I thought I’d help you out with this. It looks like it might be getting painful. Unless it’s too painful, then I’ll let go.”
She partially lifted her hand away. I pressed it back down onto my rapidly growing cock.
“Don’t you dare. Unless you know you don’t want what’s about to be unleashed, keep your hand right there, Sia,” I stated hoarsely.
“Oh, I want it. I’ve been dying to get another taste of what we did last night,” she whispered.
That did it. I shut off the show, kicked the covers to the bottom of the bed, and captured her mouth with mine while my hand cupped one of her breasts. She was lying there in a short nightie. I had on a pair of briefs for her modesty’s sake, not mine.
Our mouths and hands were somewhat frantic, at times bordering on rough, and it only fired our desire hotter. The difference this time was that when it came time for oral sex, we didn’t do it separately. Neither of us was patient enough, so we ended up with her on top and us in the classic sixty-nine position.
Christ, it was even better than last night, if that was possible. I licked her folds, dragging my tongue slowly up and down, then fluttering it at times to change up the sensation. If I weren’t doing that, I nibbled gently with my teeth, sucked on her clit, and then flicked it with my tongue. I ran my fingers up and down and then thrust in and out of her vagina, mimicking what I longed to do with my cock.
Anastasia drove me just as wild with her mouth and hands. There were a couple of times I had her ease off, so I wouldn’t come. I wanted to ensure she orgasmed a time or two before I gave up my load. However, as she settled after her second climax, she released my cock and swung herself around to face me. Her face was flushed, her pupils dilated, and she was panting.
“Reign, I need something more,” she rasped.
“Anything. Tell me what you want.”
She stretched herself until her mouth was on mine. She kissed me slowly and deeply, then moved back before I took over.
“I want you inside of me. I love what we just did, but I need all of you.” Anastasia gave me a pleading look as if she thought I’d say no.
“Sia, baby, I’ll give you anything you want or need. I need to be sure we’re on the same page first. You want us to have full-on sex, full penetration of my cock inside of you?”
“Yes,” she replied.
