Page 66 of Sinner's Malice

“I love you, Arianwen.”

His response stole my breath, and I gazed up at him through my lashes, I could sense that there was more meaning behind his words. It wasn’t a declaration of love, it was a subtle,yet meaningful order. Plain and simple. Although those three words carried significant weight, they possessed the ability to be distorted and exploited for alternative motives. I knew that now. The moment I locked eyes with him, his true essence became clear. Despite his love for me, his dominant nature made it apparent that he would always be the one in charge.

Gulping, I nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Then he grinned, and I knew he would be my undoing.

I found myself in the same position, with my hands flat against the wall. Helplessness washed over me as he once again unleashed his assault on my senses, making me feel simultaneously cherished and overwhelmed by his attention. His lips met mine in yet another drugging kiss, before he skillfully moved to my ears and neck, teasingly exploring the spots he knew would send shivers down my spine. With renewed vigor, he pressed his mouth against my breasts, his movements more aggressive than ever. He twisted and bit them again and again, making sure to soothe them with soft kisses afterwards.

When he leaned back and looked at me, his intense stare seemed to pierce through me, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable. Slowly and deliberately, his left hand grazed its way up my body, the gentle scratch of his fingernails sending shivers down my spine until he finally reached my right wrist. His fingers intertwined with mine and he led my hand away from the wall and guided it to the unmistakable bulge in his pants.

“I love you,” he said while looking into my eyes before placing a gentle kiss upon my lips.

I stroked him.

He growled, snatching my hand away, shaking his head.

“Please. Let me touch you.” I moaned, mindless with need.

He growled.

“Words, Malice. I need words.”

“You can’t touch me.”

“What do you mean?”

“When we’re like this. You can’t touch me.”

“I don’t understand,” I whispered, imploring him to continue.

Taking a deep breath, he leaned his head against mine again and said, “I’ve never been with a willing woman before, a woman who wanted me. I mean, I’ve only been with women who had extensive training as submissives. There was no emotion. I tied them down so they couldn’t move, couldn’t touch me.”

“Is that what you want to do with me? Tie me down?”

Malice slowly shook his head. “No. I want to try, for you.”

Taking a deep breath, I carefully let it out.

Well shit.

What the hell did I do now?

He was in a mood.

Ever since he’d dropped that bombshell at my feet last night, I slammed on the brakes to everything. While I was willing to try anything for him, I flat-out refused to suffer his rage again. While I knew deep down he would never intentionally hurt me, I wasn’t willing to test that theory. So, instead of spending the night in an orgasmic bliss, we slept in the same bed. Not touching, but at least we were in the same bed.

However, now he was being fucking pissy and refusing to talk.

“Bitch all you want, Malice, but this is happening,” I stated firmly, walking past him, heading for the kitchen.

“No.”

Stopping on a dime, I slowly turned and glared at him. “Yes.”

He growled menacingly, glaring daggers at me.

“Don’t like it when I respond like you, do you?”