Page 70 of I am Dressed in Sin (Death by Daybreak MC 2)
“Don’t tell me you missed little ol’ me?” I joke, but the sound is broken slightly by the tension. There are bombs being detonated. Grey had a gun to Reba’s head. Everything in my life rests on the thin precipice of a lie.
“If you’d left of your own volition, gone off to some stupid art school in Europe or something, I could’ve lived with that. But knowing that you’d chosen their side? That I had no idea what you were going to be like when we found you? If we found you. There were worse possibilities. You being dead. Being sold. Being …” He trails off here, and I test my bindings, but they haven’t relented even a fraction.
“I’m not trying to leave, Sin. Take me to Reba’s. Nobody will suspect us of heading there. No one has to know.”
He stays silent for some time after that, but I can hear the sound of his keyboard as he taps out a message on his phone. More waiting. The couch springs groan in protest as he adjusts himself again, sitting up enough that some of the pressure on my body lessens.
“If I take you there …” he starts, and then he’s cursing himself all over again. “Goddamn it, Gidget.”
Then his hot fingers are on my hips, gripping my pelvis in a punishing hold. His body is on me again, but in a different sort of way. He isn’t just sitting on me now. There’s a different sort of intent to his movements. With my cheek pressed into the cushions of the sofa, I let out a sharp exhale and close my eyes.
“If I take you there, you submit to my authority in the club,” he tells me, and I bristle. Submit? Is he serious? He’s like a younger version of Crown right now.
“It isn’t in my blood,” I start, and Sin tugs on the belt again as a warning.
“This isn’t a man-woman thing, Gidget. This is about your safety. I care too much to let you destroy yourself.”
Breathe in, breathe out.
I feel like a cat again, its hair on end, claws out.
“Okay.” See, I can be reasonable, can’t I? “Okay, fine.”
“Beast will meet us at the back gate in ten minutes.” Sin pauses here, his hand snaking lower on my pelvis, stroking over my clit. My breath releases in a rush. Ten minutes. Ten minutes is enough … Then he’s shoving my red dress up my hips and tearing my panties down before discarding them entirely.
The cool basement air teases my bare ass as Sin undoes his jeans. I can hear the sound of the zipper as he pulls it down, and then he’s positioning himself against my already wet cunt. His thighs are on either side of my legs, trapping them together. It’s going to be a tight fit.
“I know you were with Crown last night,” he breathes, putting his mouth near my ear, further trapping my wrists against my back. “I watched him go upstairs, and he never came back down. I hated that. Knowing Mr. Black and White was bending the rules while I held tight to them. I kept asking myself why.”
Sin pushes the tip of his cock against me, making me groan. My fingers twitch, but I still can’t move my arms. Because he has my legs trapped the way he does, there’s so much resistance. It seems at first like he might not even be able to fit.
“Did you …” I start, but then he pushes just a little deeper. A little deeper. Deeper. “… ever find …” Sin thrusts the rest of the way in, his hips slamming against my ass. I can feel him so deep, like he’s stirring up pleasure in my lower belly. I’m forced to relax, even in a compromising position such as this.
“An answer?” he asks, his voice dark and male in a way I’ve never heard it before. “I did.” He pulls almost all of the way out of me and then rocks forward, stroking me in places deep. It’s exquisite torture. “You’re destined to ruin me, Gidge.”
Colton Young gives up any pretense of being nice. Instead, he fucks me hard and furious into the couch. With little outlet for the overwhelming pleasure, I bite down on the couch cushion hard. I’m so tight like this, he has to work himself in with each new thrust, push past the silken walls of my muscles to find my core. And that he does, moving hard and fast and letting me stifle my screams in the dusty sofa.
The similarities between this moment and the one outside the cabin are not lost on me, even as my body stretches to accommodate Sin’s, even as he drives into me with as much anger and fury as Grainger did the other day. Back then, I screwed Sin to escape. Now, he’s doing the same to me.
