Page 96 of I am Dressed in Sin (Death by Daybreak MC 2)
Sin lifts me up by the ass and then lets his body fall back into the couch so that I’m on top of him.
“Bounce,” he says, and the word is low, dangerous. It’s fucking fire, is what it is.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I do as he asked, sliding my body up and down the length of his dick and feeling a second orgasm threaten me. It hurts so bad that my eyes prick with my tears, but I don’t stop. If I stop now, I’ll find myself stranded back in the grittiness of reality. If I stop now, this entire night of fantasy ends.
Two weeks until the wedding. Reba is missing. Gaz is a traitor.
If I fuck hard enough, fast enough, love hard enough, want enough, then I make it all go away for just a split-second.
Sin helps by cupping my waist and then sliding his fingers down to grope my ass, kneading my cheeks and spreading them so I can get deeper with each bounce. With my head thrown back, he has ample access to my throat, licking and sucking and biting me in just such a way that I know I’ll be marked tomorrow. Claimed. Just like he did in the basement.
It makes me excited thinking about it, about how the others might dislike that, how they might dislike it enough to try to put their own mark on me … And also how I might mark them in turn.
“How many groupies have you fucked recently?” I ask Sin, slowing down, letting jealousy burn through me hot and bright. I once saw him doing a girl on the hood of Gaz’s sportscar. And I hate that. I hate it. I wish they’d all come to me and only me. But then, maybe that would make it harder for them to share? “Lie to me and say none.”
Sin pauses, sliding his hand up my back, holding my nape and bringing our mouths together.
A kiss with him is like … it’s like being fifteen and standing in a graveyard while ash rains down. It’s like making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and then dropping it on the floor because his mouth cuts like a garrote. Just daring enough to get away with. Just poisonous enough to swear off of.
“Gidge, I haven’t been with a girl for a while,” he growls out, getting frustrated with me. “You know that. You know why kissing you was a risky thing. You have the power to make me hate everything about this life. Only you. You’re the only person who could make me consider destroying every friendship I have, ruining every alliance, risking my life.”
“Keep lying to me,” I choke out, and I start to slide up and down his shaft, creating delicious friction that’ll blur all the lines. Is he lying to me? Is he telling the truth? I have no idea. I literally have no fucking clue. Either scenario is just as likely.
Like a spark to tinder, I just go up in flames. As I expected, Sin cannot quench me. I can only burn.
So I do. I burn and writhe, grip his shoulders and push down until there’s no telling where one of us begins and the other ends. I come with him wrapped up in my silken muscles, and then I drag him over the edge with me, making his balls tighten, seed erupting in my core.
After that, still shaking, still panting, I fall to the side and curl myself up in the cushions.
Sin stays where he is, but there’s another set of footsteps that approaches.
Before I know it, I’m being lifted up and carried through the dark house, up the stairs, into the third-floor bedroom. Beast places me on the bed, covers me up, and strokes my hair back.
“Wedding night,” he says again, and I curl my lip at him just before he releases me and takes a seat in the same chair where I fucked Crown.
I fall asleep watching him, a demon bound and leashed to a devil.
The sunlight burns my eyes, and I hiss at it, like a real vampire or some shit.
“Up and at ‘em,” Nellie tells me cheerfully. I’m so surprised to hear her voice that I come to quickly, sitting up and blinking through the pain of the bright morning light. It takes me several seconds to place my location. Not at the cathedral with Grey. Not in my room at home. In the cemetery house aka Gram’s aka … I got fucked by four dudes in a row. Again. Sort of. Also, screw you, Beast.
I look around, but it’s Sin standing near the doorway and watching Nellie with eyes the color of gravestones and a frown to match. When he sees me staring at him, he stares right back, and I remember all of the lies that left his lips.
