Page 101 of Where Sinners Repent

Behind me, the door creaks open, and I can’t stop the grin spreading across my face, and my cheeks ache.

“Just in time,” I purr, winking at Kaleb before turning over my shoulder.

Just as I suspected, Kai steps into the warehouse. Looking nothing like the unravelled man I just walked in on.

“Hey babe,” I croon, pouring enough fake sweetness into the words so thick it’s practically dripping from my tongue. “Your brother and I are just having a little chat, aren't we, Kaleb?”

Patronizingly, I pat his chest, and he grunts.

Kai doesn't say anything. He walks to the middle of the room and leans against a workbench, watching us.

This is the fun part... the part I've been looking forward to. Bringing the knife up, I press it gently against his throat, watching the way his Adam's apple bobs just slightly.

“Any last words?” I whisper up to him. His expression never changes, but the icy promise in his eyes is enough to send a sick little thrill through me. “That's okay,” I fake pout, “you'll be begging any second now.”

I pull the knife away, closing it with a sharp click. As powerful as I feel right now, I'm more than likely to cut myself waving a blade around. Shoving it into my pocket, I drop to my knees. My mouth fills with saliva just looking at his thick dick. I grab it by the base, keeping my eyes on him the whole time, while I suck the tip into my mouth. My tongue swirls against it, searching his slit for his taste. I don't go slow. That’s not what this is about.

I suck him all the way to the back of my throat until I gag around him, trying to breathe through my nose to get him further down. I swallow around the fat tip and push my face deeper onto his cock. Refusing to close my eyes, I stare at him through my lashes, even when he grows blurry with my unshed tears. His abs ripple with his restraint. Restraint that I'm going to snap like a fucking rubber band.

He grows in my mouth, hardening to solid steel. My hands work him in unison as I suck him down, slurping around his cock. I see the muscles in his jaw feather as he tries to hold himself back, but now his cock is rock hard, throbbing in my hand.

Veins wind around the thick length, shiny with my saliva.

He’s close. I can feel it. Can see it in the way his body goes taut. I know my blowjob skills are good, but the way he already looks like he can barely hold back has me feeling a little too triumphant.

Sliding my tongue on the underside of his shaft, I swallow him down again, pushing him as far down my throat as possible. My body jerks with the force of my gag, a shudder rippling through me before I can stop it. I can barely breathe, and for some reason, that makes me need to clench my thighs together to control my arousal.

A soft growl falls from him, and I know I've got him. I feel him pulse and throb against my tongue before I taste him. When he explodes inside my mouth, I almost come. His taste explodes over my tongue as I drink him down.

I want more... so I take more.

Although he's finished coming, I continue to suck. Harsh and rough, hollowing my cheeks out. His top lip curls, his muscles straining, but I don't slow down. Just like he didn't slow down for me when I was in his exact same position.

I seal my lips around him, continuing to suck him as his taste coats my tongue. At this point, it has to be painful. I don’t know much about overstimulation torture, but if it’s anything like I felt, then his pleasure is turning into pain.

Which is exactly what I want.

I wrap both hands around his base, twisting them around the saliva-coated cock as I suck his head as hard as I can. His hands curl into fists, the muscles in his arms rippling, his back arching off the cross.

My watery eyes are glued to him, drinking in the way his body trembles.

“Fuck!” he growls, and his head throws back.

He rewards me with another pulsing shot of cum, and I swallow it down like a greedy whore. His taste has me dizzy, and it takes me a second to remind myself what I’m doing here.

Standing up, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, swallowing down his delicious taste.

“Had enough, big boy?” I croon.

He’s glaring again, but the cracks are beginning to show. His chest rises and falls, breaths quaking. The sight steals my focus. He looks vulnerable in a way I can’t imagine anyone has ever seen him before.

A man who runs in people’s nightmares, now fighting for control over his own body. And we are just getting started.

Because behind me, on his little table of torture, I have a fun toy waiting. Before he came, I rifled through his torture devices. These two have more sex toys than an adult shop, and I found one in particular that I couldn't wait to use.

Call me karma if you will.

Turning my back to him, my eyes find Kai’s. He hasn’t stopped me yet, and I have no idea what that means. I’m too far gone into whatever this is to stop. Too far lost in this show to turn back.