Page 10 of Where Sinners Repent

But that’s not what this is.

We both know that.

I’m using his body to forget.

And he’s letting me.

Only now do I realise, he’s finally stopped looking in my eyes. With the slightest flutter of his lashes, I look down to see where he is staring. Or what he is staring at.

Suddenly, I feel self-conscious. Which is crazy because it’s not because I’m stark naked. It’s the tattoo that he’s laser focused on.

My favourite.

A black heart, wrapped in barbed wire, between my tits.

One I did with tears in my eyes, hands shaking as I sat in front of a cracked mirror and etched it onto my skin.

“Kai...” I whimper.

He tenses again, eyes darting to mine.

I feel him throb inside me, and it spurs me on.

If his cock wasn't so hard, I'd almost think he wasn't into this.

But from the way he fills me so fully, and the way his arms almost shake from how hard he's clutching the sheets, something tells me he's not as in control as he'd like to be.

Every little reaction is a victory, one that makes my clit throb and my stomach clench.

I’m wild, feral, gripping his shirt as I bounce on top of him. Adrenaline courses through me and it’s the most insane aphrodisiac. That and being wrapped around the big dicked God under me.

Pleasure coils down my spine, and I continue to rock over him, doing whatever feels good. Finding my pleasure on top of him. My clit drags over his pelvis and shoots sparks of electricity through me.

Something about the way he looks at me adds to it all.

I'm spiralling, spinning out of control, fucking the very type of man I tried to run away from.

I've never had sex like this, and I'm not talking about being on top.

It's about the way I'm completely uninhibited. Doing what feels good for me, taking everything for me. Letting myself be the wild thing that I’ve pushed away for so long.

Terror is a funny thing, and makes people do stupid things, but after tonight, I’ll never see this man again.

So, I'll take what I need, what he is willing to give.

With such a pretty cock, belonging to such a pretty man, it’s a shame I won’t see him again.

Because, fuck, he is pretty.

“I want to come, Kai,” I whimper, loving the way he reacts every time I moan his name.

“Can you do that for me? Can you make me come, Kai?”

The sounds of skin slapping add to my breathless moans. His Adam's apple bobs, chest rising as he fills his lungs with oxygen.

“Please make me come, Kai...”

His eyes are bottomless and cold.