by Sedona Venez
“Make no mistake about it.” He narrowed his eyes. “I’m wild and ruthless, and I don’t give a shit about anything but what belongs to me. You.”
After spending a lifetime of overthinking everything in my life, it was freeing to put my trust in his hands.
He gripped my hair, tilting my head back. I knew what he wanted now. It wasn’t about sex… not anymore. It was about sharing a piece of me I had long hidden away, a part of me that needed nurturing, love, and acceptance. I knew he wouldn’t push or force. He would wait for me to submit—not because it was what he wanted, but because it was what I wanted to give. That piece of me reserved and owned only by him.
I angled my head in submission. His body tensed. I wrapped my hands around his penis and squeezed hard.
He slightly stepped back, intently watching me. There was no need for words. He knew I was meeting him halfway. I slid off the desk and then started to get on my knees before him. He stopped me by grabbing the back of my neck, pulling hard on my hair, ushering me to stand.
“I want you.” I trailed my fingers over his chest.
With our eyes locked, he asked gruffly, “Are you mine to enjoy… to taste… to explore?”
I couldn’t look away from the stark need in his eyes. “Yes. Always.”
Core’s smile stole my breath.
“Good.” Effortlessly, he nudged my back down onto the desk, pushing my knee-length slip dress up around my waist.
“Well… I thought we’d finish this in the bedroom. But I’m down for—” I swallowed the rest of my words.
Quickly, he removed my panties, tossing them aside.
He lightly ran a finger down my body, making every place he touched quiver.
“I want your sweet pussy,” he demanded.
I watched, transfixed, as Core settled himself between my thighs. The first swipe of his tongue on my slit had me panting, my hips arching, before he held me down with one hand on my stomach. He dipped his tongue into my pussy, lapping at me, his slow, torturous caresses driving me insane.
“Please, Core. Faster.” I needed more.
He knew just where and how to touch me.
He took his time and thoroughly explored my slit, his tongue caressing my folds before slipping into me again. He circled my clit with an unhurried precision that made me scream from frustration. Using my arms, I tried to rock, but Core slid his arms under my thighs, one hand pressing down on my abdomen, keeping me from moving, while his other hand cupped a breast, teasing my nipple.
With my thighs over his shoulders and his face buried between them, I couldn’t move while he showed me no damn mercy as his tongue flicked my swollen nub until I screamed, “Oh my fucking God.”
His warm breath blew over the throbbing bundle of nerves and set off another wave of sizzling heat. His long strokes had me writhing, my fingers clawing the desk. He thrust two fingers into my trembling channel, pumping me, drawing out my climax. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I swore I saw dancing spots. I panted, drawing ragged breaths—the experience more intense because I’d given myself to him fully. Mercifully, he relented, pulling away, his eyes blazing with wildness.
I was greedy for more. Holy hell, I can’t even form a coherent thought.
“Fuck me,” I demanded.
He growled, his expression savage. “I’ll give you five minutes to get into my bedroom.” He ran a callused thumb over my bottom lip. “And then you’ll show me all the things your sexy mouth and sinful body promise.”
He lifted me off the desk, securely holding me as my legs wobbled, my body a shuddering mass of jelly.
He softly kissed me on the lips. “You okay, darling? You look a little… dazed.”
“Not dazed. Fucking amazed. Believe me; that’s not easy to do.” I smirked while cupping his hard cock. “McKay, we are going to do great things together.” I wanted him right now.
He slapped my ass. “Off you go, vixen.”
“Whatever you want, McKay.” I squeezed his girth, smiling with satisfaction when he hissed. “I’ll be waiting, McKay,” I taunted before turning on my heel and walking away. I basked in the heat of his gaze as he stared at me all the way out of the office.
I padded through the penthouse and then up the stairs that led to his bedroom. Once inside, my heart thumped as I perched on the edge of his king-size bed.
Core stormed into the room. “Strip,” he ordered as he walked over to the chair positioned next to the bed. He sat on that chair, facing me. He looked hard, sexy, and in control.
I flipped my hair. “Why, Core, you’ve read my mind. I’d love to strip.” Hell, I am adventurous. It didn’t hurt that I’d taken a few pole dancing classes with Jade for fun.
I swayed over to him.
“Strip. I want to see you take off your dress while I watch, thinking about all the dirty things I’m going to do to that sexy body of yours.”
The thought of stripping before him ramped up my adrenaline, making me giddy with lust. I circled his chair, giving him my best smoldering gaze while trailing my fingers along his neck.
As I passed behind him, I leaned over, brushing my breasts against his back, whispering, “When I first met you, I wanted you to fuck me. Now I’m greedy. I want more. Now I want you to love me.” I ran my tongue along his ear, trailing it across his neck.
He reached up, grabbing the back of my hair, and said in the sexiest voice I’d ever heard, “Loving a woman like you, who’s so beautiful inside and out, won’t be difficult.”
I blinked back the tears of joy. “Damn. You’re a romantic. Who would have thought?”
He shrugged. “Not romantic. Realistic. If I wanted sex, I could get it anywhere, and that gets real empty. But finding that… connection we have, well, that’s priceless.”
I twirled around him, stopping in front of him and bending over so he could peek down my dress. I spun around, placing one foot on the bed, bending over from the waist, practically putting my ass in his face. “Do you want to touch it, baby?” My breath hitched as I felt his fingers run along my ass seam.
“You have the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait to take you from behind.”
I tauntingly wiggled my ass. “You sure you know what to do with all this ass?”
“Tease.”
He slapped my ass cheek so hard that I knew I would have a handprint. I moaned when the delicious zing went straight to my cunt. He rubbed his hand over the cheek, soothing the pain of the sting.
I spun around, walking over to him. “Did I displease you, McKay?” I asked with a flirtatious smile.
“There’s nothing your sexy body could do to displease me… besides disobey.” He sternly looked at me. “Continue to strip.”
“What if I don’t? Will you punish me?”
Please say yes! Punish me, McKay.
“Take the dress off,” Core demanded in a hard voice.
I inched the straps off. There was something so intimate and hot as I stared into his eyes while removing my dress, letting it drop at my feet. “Like this?”
He grinned, his teeth flashing white. “Just like that, darling.”
Tweaking my nipples to make them erect, I asked him, “Do you like it when my nipples are hard?” I walked toward him, swinging my foot up onto his shoulder, stroking my womanhood.
“Shit,” he groaned. “I didn’t realize you were that limber.”
I leaned in, licking the shell of his ear. “If only you knew how limber,” I whispered.
“If you kiss my neck, it’s done. We’re fucking,” he hissed.
Pushing back, I straddled one of his legs, lowering myself onto it, and then briefly rubbed my crotch against his thigh, making sure to press on his hard cock, giving him a lap dance. “If you like, you can touch it, baby.”
“To hell with taking it slow. I need my cock lodged so deep into your pussy you can taste it in the back of your throat,” he barked in a voice that was deep and smooth as he sprang up from the chair.
; “Do your worst, baby.” Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his lean waist, digging my heels into his ass as he effortlessly carried me over to the bed and lowered me onto it.
His firm lips curved a little into a smile. He stroked my hair. “Ready to be tied, darling?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
His eyes never left mine as he picked up my hands and lifted them toward the head of the bed, wrapping a soft strap around them.
Excitement bubbled up as he moved to lie beside me. He cupped my face in one huge hand, forcing me to meet his sensual gaze. “Do you trust me to take care of you?”
I nodded. “Yes. Always.”
He brushed a tender kiss across my lips and nuzzled my temple.
I lay there, hands tied over my head, staring up at him. I remained as still as possible as the sexual tension heightened to a level that made it nearly impossible to breathe.
He stripped naked. His skin was a golden tan, tight over the bulging muscles beneath. He was without a doubt the sexiest man I’d ever seen… and damn, he was all mine.
I dropped my eyes lower. His huge erection was thick, hard, and jutting toward me. He joined me on the bed. He caressed my cheek before his tongue took full possession, darting in and out of my mouth.
“So beautiful,” he murmured with approval.
I could hear his heart beating in a steady rhythm as he slid down. His fingers traced over my tattoo—Love all. Trust few. Do wrong to none—written horizontally from my abdomen to my back. He pressed his mouth against my stomach, nibbling and kissing until all I wanted to do was burst into flames.
He knelt between my legs, hungrily looking at me. He pushed my leg out a little. He cupped my pussy. “You know how I want you. Now assume the position, Sinful.”
I brought my knees up to my stomach.
“Spread your legs, darling.”
I did it without hesitation, eagerly following him into the world of decadent pleasure he’d created for me.
He gazed straight into my eyes while sliding his fingers between the wet folds of my heat. “Do you know what it does to me to see you this way?” Cupping a breast, he stroked the underside before tapping my nipple.
I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything, wanted his cock deep inside me.
I wanted his eyes on mine as he took me.
I arched up, wiggling closer as he slipped his fingers inside. His thumb circled and played with my clit.
“This pussy is all mine.”
I was dying for more even though I was on the edge of my first orgasm. As I stared at him, my mind went numb. I needed more, but I was helpless.
He stroked my heat. I shivered, on the verge of exploding. I knew he had no intention of pushing me over the edge until I said what he needed to hear.
“Please,” I whispered. “I just… Please… lick me.”
“Was that so hard, darling?”
His huge hands curled around my thighs, spreading me wider, and his tongue thrust into my heat. That one lick sent me spiraling over the edge, and I screamed his name like a prayer.
He pulled his head back and watched me as his fingers continued to stretch me. “Scream louder, darling.”
I was writhing and panting as his fingers thrust harder. I moaned louder when his finger found my clit again and mercilessly played with it.
I screamed and came again, feeling light-headed from the passion.
I am his.
I belong to him… and him to me.
“Core.” I breathed his name and whimpered, all the fight going out of me.
As if it were the sign he’d been waiting for, he lifted his head, his smile gentle. “Nothing is sweeter than my strong woman’s surrender.”
I caught my breath. Core was right above me, his weight on his knees between my thighs. He directed his condom-sheathed cock into position, smoothly slipping in, looking at me with burning possession all over his face.
“So tight,” he whispered.
I struggled to breathe as his cock stretched me.
He gave me a slow smile. “I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you right now,” he grunted, fully seated with his balls bumping against my ass.
The tender affection in his words and in his eyes washed over me, making me feel cherished and desired.
He kissed my lips, my jaw, and my eyes. I basked in his tenderness and love. He pulled out and sank back in, hitting my G-spot with precision.
My legs wrapped around his waist as he continued to stroke me just right, making my legs quiver. My pussy sucked him in farther as he pumped deeper. I tilted my hips forward, and he adjusted his movements so with each stroke, he brushed deliciously against my clit.
The deeper he pumped, the more I wanted him.
My head snapped back as he slid in and out. I writhed beneath him, meeting him thrust for thrust. I was trembling, moaning low and deep. He stilled my hips so I felt every inch of his pulsing cock.
He swooped down, taking a nipple into his mouth. He lifted his head, his eyes boring into mine. “Take me, Sin. All of me.”
Instinctively, I knew that he meant more than just taking his cock, that he was asking me to take him the way he was—flawed and dominant.
Tears pricked my eyelids, and I wished my hands weren’t tied so I could caress him.
I sucked in a breath as he withdrew and plunged deep again.
“I accept everything that you are,” I declared.
“From you… I’ll accept nothing less.” Core’s dark eyes raked over me. “It’s going to last all morning, darling. No rushing,” he growled in my ear as he released my arms from the bonds.
Dropping my head on his shoulder, I felt so connected to him.
Wrapping my arms around his wide shoulders, nails digging into him like a wild woman, I buried my face in his neck and breathed deeply, the scent of him somehow reassuring me. He continued pumping, hard and controlled. I was going insane from the heat building.
My breathing was fast and shallow with periods of whimpers intermixed. “Please… harder.” I grabbed his head, pulling him closer, biting his lower lip. “Please?”
He let himself go, moving faster, pushing me into another orgasm. Arching, I screamed as my pussy clenched around him, my body collapsing right after, worn out and sweaty.
His face was harsh and controlled as he pulled himself from my pussy, flipping me over onto my belly. He pulled me up onto my knees. I moaned when he kissed my neck and shoulders and then rained kisses along my spine.
Nudging me forward onto my hands, he gripped my waist with his strong hands as his cock smoothly thrust into me. I cried out with pleasure when his one hand gripped my hair and the other wrapped around my waist.
His body rocked into me. The slickness of our bodies was in perfect synchrony. I gripped the sheets as he reared back and pushed forward with every inch of him sheathed inside me.
My body shook and my legs quivered as my core pulsed, racing toward blissful release as he thrust faster.
“Sin, you’re mine to cherish, love, and protect.” His thrusts grew stronger as his body slapped against mine.
I clenched the sheets as I rocked back into his body. My body burned for sweet release. A strangled shout escaped his lips before I came so hard that I screamed his name at the top of my lungs. My inner muscles contracted, milking him. He roared as both of us crested.
He kissed me on my shoulder before pulling me up farther onto the bed. Clutching me against his body, he kissed me, and with eyes closed, I kissed him back.
I couldn’t stop trembling. I wanted to laugh. I wanted to cry. I wanted to be held in his arms this way forever.
There is no going back… not that I want to.
I knew with every fiber in my body that this man would love me hard and cherish me until his last breath.
I sighed, content, as we held on to each other, lips melding over and over as the tremors passed.
“So I guess you’re stuck with me, McKay,” I sassed, letting
out a little laugh.
He nuzzled my neck. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he quipped, nibbling on my ear.
I STEPPED OFF THE ELEVATOR with Sin by my side, and we stormed down the hallway leading to my war room.
I’d tried everything in my power to make Sin change her mind about going to my meeting with Bigsby, but she was determined to come with me tonight.
I flattened my lips. Heat flushed through my body.
Why the hell does she have to be so fucking stubborn?
When it came to Sin, my protective instincts were on high alert, and all I wanted to do was lock her ass up in my penthouse, keeping her safe until I could take care of Bigsby.
And even when I’d pointed out to her—several times—that Grace’s recent death was a perfect example that Bigsby had no qualms about killing anyone he deemed disposable, she’d calmly rebutted, “Core, I have a stake in this shit. Bigsby ruined my damn life. Just like you. I need closure. I’m coming with you. End of story.”
She was right about needing closure, but I would get it for both of us. She didn’t need to be there to get it. But when I had seen the damn determination in her eyes, I had known she wouldn’t just sit around at my place, waiting for the end of the Bigsby saga. Like me, she needed to witness the job being done. And if I’d left her behind, denying her that right, she’d only resent me for it… and a pissed-off Sin was not what I wanted to deal with when I got home tonight. So my reluctant concession was agreeing to her request. I wanted no doubt in her mind that she was my partner in every way.
But what if Sin gets hurt… or killed, despite my best efforts to protect her?
I could lose her just like I lost Mom, Maya, and my child. Shit. If anything happened to Sin, it would literally break me.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d wanted someone—not even Maya—with the intensity I felt for Sin. Now the thought of living a life without her, in solitude, filled me with dread.
I would kill for her, live for her, do anything I needed to protect her.
I clenched and unclenched my hands by my sides as I took a deep breath. Somehow, I’d have to control my primal instinct to wrap her ass up in bubble wrap, protecting her from the hard-core shit that was about to go down in a couple of hours. And knowing Bigsby’s sordid history of violence, there was no doubt in my mind that I was walking into a trap, which we’d planned for with our own counterattack strategy. But all of the damn planning in the world couldn’t account for every possible scenario, which also meant there was a real possibility of Sin getting hurt. Again, I’d explained that to her several times but to no avail. She still wanted in.