“No, no! Why are you carrying me? Where are we going?”
Rather than responding, he laughed. He was walking through the trees a second later while I clawed at the back of his shirt with my bound hands to try to find a place to hold on. My heart rate kicked into high gear when he stopped walking, though. His hands went to my hips to lift me off his shoulder and drop me to my feet in front of him. And I felt like an absolute dumbass for the couple seconds that I considered asking him what was supposed to happen next.
He stalked around behind me. “On your knees, Memphis.”
I knew what that meant. And I was terrified of it. We’d been playing this kink exploration game for weeks now, and I read pure fucking filth. He was about to make me suck his dick. Something that hadn’treallyhappened up to this point. Not because I didn’t want to, I just wasn’t overly confident abouthowto.
Everything about me was small. Mouth included.
Everything about him was…not.
“Um—”
His arm wrapped around me so he could slam his hand over my mouth.
“I wasn’t asking a question. I don’t want your words.” He moved his palm so he wasn’t covering my mouth anymore and he forced two of his fingers into my mouth. “I want you on your knees with your mouth open. I want to feel that tongue stud on every inch of my cock, angel.”
Alright.
But fucking how, bossy britches?
How in the absolute fuck would that thing fit far enough into my mouth for him to feel my tongue stud at the base of his dick?
How?
As soon as he removed his fingers and his arm, I dropped right down into the dirt. When Utah walked around to stand in front of me, I raised my bound hands to try to get his jeans undone. He grabbed the belt between my wrists to stop me and I just sat there and stared back up at him to wait. He knelt in front of me and ran his hand down between my breasts, along the buttons on his flannel. He grabbed the fabric on either side of the buttons and ripped it open. I wish I could’ve seen his face because I absolutely imagined him frowning at the discovery of the tank top that I wore under his flannel. He reached behind him and raised something metallic between the two of us. And I freaked out hardcore when he opened it to reveal a giant fucking knife. I shook my head and pretty well fell backward in my attempt to put space between us.
“I don’t know what you think you’re planning to do with aknife, Utah,” I warned, pushing myself backward across the ground with my feet. “But no.”
He laughed and fucking demon crawled right at me to close the distance I’d created. He didn’t stop until he had me pressed flat into the ground beneath him with my hips between his legs. He grabbed the belt between my wrists and raised it, so my hands were over my head.
“Keep those there,” he growled. “I need to use both hands to make sure I don’t hurt you, baby. Don’t move.”
“Utah.”
“Wrong name.”
He grabbed the tank top at the neckline, held it up off my body, and dragged the blade of the knife right through it all the way down the front of my body. I didn’t breathe for even a single second of it happening. I was surprised that I was able to feel the chill in the air through the way my entire body was panicking. But my nipples tightened so fucking fast that I could feel the sting from the posts through them in a matter of a second or two.
“That’s better,” he said while he put the knife away. One hand went to my wrists to pin them harder against the ground and his other went right to my chest. “If I’m going to fuck your pretty face, I want the whole view while I do it.”
His right hand cupped my breast while his thumb brushed back and forth over my nipple and the post, making the tightening almost fucking painful.
“Fuck, Colt,” I whispered.
That thumb stopped instantly. He lowered himself until he was between my legs, and he could thrust his hips against me. I bit into my own lip when he pinched that nipple between his fingers.
“The things that you make me want to do to you when you call me that, Memphis.”
“Syn,” I gasped out when he rolled his hips another time. “My name is Ellasyn.”
He ripped that mask off his face so fucking fast.
“Sin,” he repeated. He’d nearly choked on it, like he was suddenly the one who couldn’t breathe.
“Sin. But with a Y,” I said and nodded. “Everyone used to call me Syn. It was the only cool thing about me.”
“I’ve been calling you angel all this time, while your actual fucking name…is Syn.”
