Page 42 of Taken By Sin
“Oh my God.” I shout as I come undone; a throbbing sensation buckles me in place.
With his thumb, he rubs gentle circles. “This is your clit,and it was made to make you feel good. See the way I touch it and your body reacts? Jerking and thrashing?”
I can’t respond verbally; my entire body is shaking from pleasure as I moan his name.
“Yes, Magnolia. Fucking come for me,” he sneers. “Look at me, Magnolia.”
I do, watching his enchanting dark eyes under thick lashes. The way they seem like they want to devour my soul. “I am your God now,” he tells me.
Sin licks my inner thigh as his fingers work their magic. “You obey me.”
His finger dips into me again as he sits up, leaning down to put his lips near mine. “You worship me,” he demands. “You pray to me.”
“Yes, Sin.” His lips collide with mine, tongue twirling as I taste myself on him.
“Say it,” he whispers into my mouth.
My body tenses in anticipation as he leans down once again.
I’m a mess. His tongue twirls against me, gently sucking and spinning.
Only when his large hand slides up to rest on my throat, his other hand utilizing two fingers now to dip in and out of me, do I give into temptation.
Freedom. That’s what Sin is offering.
More than I can say for anything else I have been taught. To be purely free to make my own mistakes and decisions is something I want more than anything.
To not feel guilt, to give into temptation and greed and gluttony. It all sounds dangerously delightful.
I know there is no coming back from this, except for confessing. But I will never be able to repent the way I used to. I would rather repent with Sin down my throat every single day of my life because he is my omen.
Only when his warm tongue returns, and he twirls and gently sucks do I grip his shoulders, digging my nails into his golden skin and scream the words he ordered me to.
“You’re my God now.”
TWENTY
“Good morning," Sin gently whispers in the stillness of his room. I graze my fingertips over his silk sheets, tracing up to his face, outlining his strong jaw until my palm rests against his cheek.
I feel his smile in my hand, and it brings me back to the night before.
After I committed sinful acts in that confessional booth with him, he drove us home with that same grin that nearly melted me. We crawled into his bed and cuddled the entire night.
I blush from the knowing look he gives me. “Sleep good?”
It was the best sleep of my life, tangled in him. I nod. “You?”
He kisses my forehead, “That’s probably the first good night of sleep I’ve had…” He stretches his arms upward, showcasing his muscular definition in the morning light. “Ever.”
His hand slips to my stomach, underneath the soft cottont-shirt of his that I’m wearing. “I’m going to be busy today, but I promise we will return to this bed before midnight.”
A grin crawls up my face. “What makes you think I’m going to get back in your bed?” On the outside I’m being playful, trying to feign confidence.
Sin notices my hesitation as I close my legs.
“Magnolia…” He pulls his hand from underneath my shirt and crooks a finger underneath my chin. “I will never push you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”
Possibly the sweetest words I have ever heard, but the way his accent rolls my name and the sensual way the words leave his lips make me want to give him everything right this second.What is happening to me?