Page 20 of Where Sinners Repent

In a moment of fear, every other thought falls away. Danger signs flash behind my eyes.

Without thinking, I crawl away, putting as much distance between us as I can. Instinct scream sat me to run, while my body begs me to stay and take it. Take him. All of him. Whatever he wants.

Pulling away from his untamed grasp, a rough hand locks around my ankle and drags me back. Back to pleasure.

I scream, trying to kick out of his hold, but he's too strong.

“Let me go!” I cry, twisting and writhing.

It doesn’t matter. He handles me as if I’m nothing but a doll.

In an instant, I'm on my back.

He stares down at me, blinking slowly. “What’s wrong, Roxanne? Scared?”

I snarl, shoving at his chest. “You’re an asshole!” I bite out, but it doesn’t stop me from moaning like a needy bitch when he slams into me again.

My legs spread for him, giving him all the room he needs.

His hard body on mine has my stomach clenching with need.

His face is only an inch from mine; his breath dusts over my lips.

“What are you going to do about it?” he murmurs. “Hit me with a bat?”

His cock hits something inside of me that has me seeing stars, my head falling back and baring my neck to him.

“I wouldn’t put it past me,” I grit out, eyes squeezing shut. “I’m two for two at this point.”

I swear I hear him chuckle, but when my eyes shoot open, that mask is in place.

Every slap of his body against mine has me sliding further up the bed. My tits jolt with every motion.

Growling, he grips my wrists and holds them above my head with one hand.

I’m so full, shivering with the need to come.

His hostage, one hand circles my throat, the other circles my wrists, and he squeezes both tighter and tighter until pressure builds in my face.

“You’d hit the floor bleeding before you even got the chance to swing the damn thing,” he whispers, and every quiet word sounds like an undeniable promise.

Heat from his body leeches into mine, and I stare up at our arms. Inked hands gripping mine. Our tanned skin is both littered with black ink.

We look good together.

“Kai,” I whimper, finally ready to let go.

His top lip curls, and I watch with wide eyes as he releases my wrists and delves back into his pocket.

He's so fast with the knife and wields it like another limb.

I barely flinch when the tip of the knife rests against my lips.

My chest tightens, air catching in my throat.

He's going to kill me.

Just like Jacob wanted to do. Only this time, I wanted it.