Page 53 of Ruthless Sinner
“Fuck, yeah, look at you,” I murmured as I pumped my fingers deep. “So fucking beautiful… that’s it, that’s perfect, take it, take what I’m giving you.”
Kennedy shuddered. I could tell she wanted to fuck herself on my fingers—but she couldn’t. All she could do was lie there and take what I gave her, what I chose to do to her, and it seemed to be driving her fucking wild.
Hell, it was driving me wild, watching her.
I definitely wanted to fuck her, but I was still mindful of her injuries. Kennedy kept insisting she was fine, but I wasn’t going to take a chance and hurt her. I knew if our positions were swapped I’d be saying I was fine a hell of a lot sooner than I actually should. I was going to be careful, and I was going to really push her to the edge so that by the time I did fuck her, it wouldn’t take long for either of us to come.
I curled my fingers inside of her, fucking her harder with them, and Kennedy began to pant, her body heaving, and just when I thought I could detect a whine beginning to emerge, when I could feel her hot, tight pussy clenching around me—I pulled my fingers out.
Kennedy let out a desperate moan. “Marco.”
“What?” I teased, running my wet fingertips lightly up and down her thighs, and along her stomach. “What do you want, baby?”
“I want you to fuck me,” she moaned.
“Hmm.” I kissed where my fingers had just been—the soft skin of her inner thighs and the barely-there roundness of her stomach. “I’m not sure you want it enough…”
“God, I do, please, please…”
I slid my fingers back into her, accompanying them with my tongue this time, and Kennedy strained, her body wanting to writhe and thrash with sensation but trapped, unable to. It was so fucking delicious to hear her, to see her, completely under my control. It was the hottest goddamn thing I’d ever seen. I had no words for the sensation that thrummed through me as I stared at her.
God, I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anyone else. I knew in that moment that I was never going to want anyone else ever again.
It was one thing to think,I’m in love with her.It was another to realize that this was not just an emotion for the present, but an emotion for always. I was always going to love her. I never wanted to fuck anyone else, to date anyone else, to be with anyone except for Kennedy.
I drove her right up to the edge once again and brought her down, and Kennedy sobbed at the loss. Fuck, she was seriously losing control and it was insanely hot.
I slid back up her body, cupping her face in my hands and kissing her. “I love you,” I murmured. I hated that I’d said it for the first time, or at the very least insinuated it, in front of others. That I hadn’t said it first to her.
Kennedy sighed into my mouth, a happy, contented little noise. “I love you, too,” she replied. As if she needed to say it. As if I didn’t already know from the sacrifices she had made for me.
“You know what you want,” I whispered to her. As if there was any doubt that I’d give her what she asked for.
Kennedy nodded.
“Thenbegme for it,” I growled.
The rush that I got when she instantly obeyed was unholy. The dark wolf that lived inside of me triumphed as Kennedy squirmed as much as she could on the bed and moaned, “Please, fuck me, Marco please,please,I’m begging you to fuck me,pleaselet me come, I need it so badly, please, please,please—”
Nobody else had ever gotten her to beg like this. Nobody else had ever had her trust like this. Well, nobody else would earn that chance, now, because I’d done it. I would take care of her, make her into a sobbing wreck and bring her to the biggest goddamn high she’d ever had, the best orgasm she’d ever had, for as long as she’d have me.
I kissed her. “Good girl, I think that was some proper begging. Maybe next time I’ll make you go even longer.”
Kennedy moaned and when I slid my fingers between her legs, I found she was even wetter than before. Goddamn, this really turned her on—and that turned me on.Fuck.
I grabbed a condom from the nightstand and rolled the latex down my aching shaft. I had to squeeze the base of my cock to keep myself from losing it too soon. She was gorgeous, covered in sweat and the marks of my mouth, her long-limbed body stretched out for the taking.
And she wasbeggingme to take her.
“Relax for me, baby,” I reminded her as I began to slide my cock into her.
Kennedy let out a low moan as I pushed my cock all the way inside. She was so hot and tight, I felt like I was about to go cross-eyed. I speared my fingers through her hair and kissed her again, drinking in the sexy little noises she made. They still weren’t that loud, but I reveled in them. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t a screamer. What mattered was that each whimper and moan was a sign that I’d driven her to the point of desperation. I’d earned each one of her quiet noises, damn it.
For a moment I just stayed inside her, unmoving, getting myself used to it again. Between her kidnapping and then trying to avoid aggravating her injuries, we hadn’t had proper sex in what felt like goddamn ages. It was overwhelming to be inside of her again.
Kennedy clenched around me, whimpering. “Marco, Marcoplease. Please come on,move, dammit—”
How was I supposed to resist a plea like that?
