Page 67 of Ruthless Sinner

“I know,” I say, unleashing the raw, wild heat uncurling in the pit of my belly.

This time, his eyes smolder with fire, and the ache between my thighs grows more insistent, making me hunger for him.

Tightening his grip on my face, he swoops down and captures my mouth for a kiss that’s every bit as reckless and raw as it is seductive.

I kiss him back, opening my mouth for him when his tongue demands entry.

He kisses me with a possession that unleashes all the pent-up lust between us, pushing reality and everything I’ve ever worried about to the deepest, darkest corners of my mind.

He moves with me to the wall, shoving me up against it. There, we kiss as if we need each other for air. As if it’s vital to never stop touching. Not even for a moment to take a breath.

When he lifts the hem of my skirt, cups my sex, and feels how soaked my panties are, there’s no turning back. Not that I want to, and if I know nothing else, I know he doesn’t want to turn back either.

Whatever control Dante had over the last few days seems to snap. Everything he’s been holding back unleashes with a no-holds-barred vengeance.

Pinning me against the rough wall, he rips open my top. The slash of the fabric joins the sound of our ragged breathing. I lift my arms so he can take it.

Then he snaps my bra open and practically rips that off, too. Thankfully, it’s strapless and floats down my body.

I barely get a breath in before he latches onto one of my aching nipples and sucks greedily.

I cry out from the sweet pleasure, and he sinks his teeth into my soft flesh, leaving his mark.

I writhe against his hard body underneath him. Every sensation spiking my nerves feels incredible and unreal.

Pleasure surges through my body, swimming and singeing my blood.

And he gives me more feasting on my nipples. First one, then the other, and again and again.

I moan out loud, and he hooks his finger in the waistband of my panties, tugging at them.

He releases my nipples and crouches so he can roll my panties down my legs, his eyes flicking between my exposed breasts and my bare pussy as if he can’t decide which he wants to devour first.

Seeing him looking at me like that sends a thrill running through me.

I lift my feet so he can take my panties off, and he tosses them to the side.

A smile so sinful it could make a nun drop her panties spreads across his face and he runs his large hand between my thighs.

“Spread your gorgeous legs for me, Serenity. You know what I want.”

I could listen to that voice all day and the rest of forever.

I spread my legs for him, and just like the other day, he dives in, his tongue ready to lap at my swollen clit.

I grab his shoulders, relishing him eating me out and the way he touches me when he grabs my hips.

He switches things up and sucks on the swollen nub, sending me into delirium as he gives me exactly what I crave. It’s like he can read my mind and my body, and he knows. As if he’s studied me for a lifetime and knows exactly what to do to hit the mark every single time.

A groan rips from his chest like a predator enjoying his prized catch.

Crying out from the pleasure, I rock my hips against his face, the scruff of his beard tickling me, creating more pleasure. Then I come.

I come so violently, my fingernails dig into the muscular flesh of his shoulders, and I scream his name. I’m so caught in the rapture of pleasure that I don’t notice him looking at me—watching me come undone—until moments later. Like the other night, he speaks to me in Russian, but I can’t catch my breath quickly enough to ask him what he said.

His words sounded just as dirty, so I guess they’re along the same line.

Pushing to his feet, he undoes his belt and yanks down the zipper of his pants to take out his massive cock, which juts out with pre-cum already beading at the tip.