Sinning in Vegas: (Vegas Morellis, #2)

by Sam Mariano

  “This is mine now,” he tells me.

  “God, yes.” I tip my head back, feeling my pulse in my neck.

  “Nobody else touches it,” he informs me.

  “Never,” I promise.

  He fists his free hand in my hair again and pulls my face close to his mouth so he can kiss my forehead again. “I’m glad we understand each other.”

  I’m so happy, I could die. I need him closer, so I wrap my arms around his neck and tug him close. I need him to kiss me. Really kiss me, on my mouth. I don’t want to ask, because it seems like a kiss from Sin might require a few signed documents and a blood oath, and all I want to do is get in that shower. I want the man who just told me he owns my pussy now to fuck my face, because it’s pretty much my favorite thing now that I’ve been on the receiving end.

  From him, anyway.

  I feel icky that Rafe ever touched me, even before Sin. I wonder if I should tell Sin that while I didn’t have sex with Rafe since I got involved with him, that doesn’t mean I didn’t do anything with him.

  Then again, this is probably not the time.

  Reaffirming that supposition, Sin keeps one hand tightly fisted in my hair and spins me around, planting my hands against the wall with the other one. I close my eyes as he drags his lips along my neck and across my shoulder. A horrible thought leaps to mind, that awful waitress and that horrifying date I saw them on.

  Reaching back to loop my arm around his neck, I stop his kisses so I can have his attention.

  “Sin.”

  “Hmm?” he murmurs, nuzzling his face into my neck.

  “Did anything happen with Marlena?”

  The nuzzling stops, and my stomach sinks. Oh, no, that can’t be good. “What?” he asks, faintly guarded or surprised or… something.

  “I don’t know why I need to know,” I say quickly. “I’m not even sure it’s fair, all things considered. I just feel like if we don’t address it now, I’ll always wonder, and maybe that’s worse than knowing.”

  “You mean sexually?”

  I frown, confused. “Of course I mean sexually. How else would I mean?”

  Now the kisses start up again, his lips moving up and down my neck. “No, nothing sexual.”

  That should make me feel better, but it doesn’t. Does that mean he maybe had an emotional draw to her? Did he actually like her? I desperately wanted to believe he was covering for Rafe, but then those awful text messages come to mind. I would hate for him to like her, too. “Did you like her? What does that mean, not sexually?”

  Sighing, Sin gives up kissing me for the moment. “I had no interest whatsoever in Marlena. I was keeping tabs on her to see if Rafe was fucking around on you, that’s it.”

  “Was he?” I ask, out of curiosity.

  “I’m not positive. Gio says he was. I forgot to ask Marlena. Didn’t really care at that point.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “She’s dead,” he says, gathering my hair and pushing it over my shoulder so he can kiss the other side of my neck.

  The news that someone I vaguely knew is dead lands like a rock in my gut. “Wait, what? When did that happen?”

  Barely pausing in his neck kisses, he murmurs, “When I got verification that she tried to poison you.”

  My blood freezes and I push back against him, but he doesn’t budge, so I remain plastered against the door. “Wait, what? Does that mean you killed her?”

  “She tried to hurt you,” he states, like this is all the explanation he owes me or anyone else.

  I can’t breathe properly. My face feels stuck in a permanent gape. Not similarly afflicted, Sin spins me around so he can look into my eyes.

  “Is that a problem?” he asks levelly.

  “You killed for me?” I ask, a little breathless.

  He takes my hand, bows his head, and kisses my knuckles like a soldier swearing his fealty. I guess in a way, he is. Only Sin’s fealty is supposed to be to Rafe, not me. I have a feeling maybe he has changed allegiances.

  I have a feeling Rafe isn’t his king anymore.

  I have a feeling now he serves his queen.

  And I’m his queen.

  Jesus, that is so hot.

  Taking a deep breath and letting it out, I wrap my arms around him and attack his face. Maybe he won’t kiss me, but goddammit, I will kiss him. Out of respect for whatever issues he has, I don’t kiss him directly on the mouth, but I kiss him everywhere else. I hold him close, let my eyes drift shut, and kiss his scruff-covered jaw. I want his lips so damn bad, but when I get close, I lower myself slightly, kissing his chin, then along his other jaw.

  I feel his fingers tighten in my hair and he yanks my head back against the door. I try to pull forward, but he holds me in place, so I stare at him, breathing hard.

  He stares back, his face inscrutable. Then he leans in, and finally his lips brush mine. My heart nearly gives out, just at the gesture. I could weep, I’m so happy. My arms tighten around him, my fingers digging into his muscular back. It’s such a sweet kiss, so slow, almost tentative. Like it’s been so long, he wants to savor this one. He can savor it forever. I’ll stay against this door with my pounding heart in his scarred hands for as long as he wants to kiss me. I’ll stay here forever, if I’m that lucky.

  After a few soft tastes of my lips, he unclenches his fist and cups my head in his hand instead. His lips continue their tender exploration of mine, but his tongue darts out, wanting more. I open eagerly, grasping his muscular shoulders, sensing I’ll need to hold onto something. Touching him backfires, making me drunker. The hard, hot feel of him causes lust to twist in my gut, and in a perfectly timed assault, his tongue sweeps mine and I can’t breathe any longer. I don’t know how I’m still standing, because my legs feel like they’re made of jelly. I’ve never felt this incapacitated by a kiss before, but Sin doesn’t just kiss me—he moves into my mouth. It’s his now, just like my pussy. He doesn’t even have to verbalize it for me to know. I’m not sure I’ll possess any part of myself when he’s done with me, but that’s all right. More than all right. I feel high on his kisses, breathless with every taste he takes. Even while he’s kissing me, he tastes me, like I’m the sweetest flavor he has ever encountered.

  As good as he was with his mouth between my legs, I really should have known he would be an amazing kisser.

  I grab onto the door handle for purchase, my vision wobbly. I literally feel dizzy from the explosion of pleasure just being kissed by him triggered inside me. It occurs to me in this moment I am not ready to be fucked by him, no matter how much I want him inside me. He’s too much of everything. I don’t know how I’ll take it all.

  Breaking away from my mouth, he yanks down my shorts, then my panties, pushing all my clothes off like a man possessed. Now that he’s had a taste, he’s unleashing a new level on me. He can’t get me naked fast enough, then he’s pulling me against his hard body, claiming my mouth again. There’s nothing tentative in his kiss now—it’s hard and hot and fast, and it leaves me just as dizzy.

  He releases me just long enough to get out of his pants, and I brace my weight on the wall, trying to give my equilibrium a chance to catch up. I get distracted by the sight of his ass. My heart aches, recalling lying in his bed and seeing that perfect ass. I want more nights like that. Will he take me back to Rafe’s after this, or can I be done with all that? In this bathroom, it feels like no time has passed, like I didn’t go back to Rafe, like I’ve always been right here, since the first night he cuffed me to his bed.

  Sin doesn’t give me time to worry about the reality that comes after all this. He bends and turns the faucet on, moving his hand under the explosion of water to check the temperature. Once he’s satisfied, he pulls the silver valve on top of the faucet to turn on the shower.

  A peculiar wave of nerves hits me, followed by excitement.

  When Sin turns back to me, he must see it on my face. “What?” he asks.

  “I’ve never taken a shower with a guy befor
e.”

  Making a dismissive noise, he snakes his arm around my waist and pulls me close. “You’re never gonna. Right now you’ll take one with a man, though.”

  “Mm,” I murmur, pecking him on the lips again. “I’m so happy.”

  I start as he smacks me hard on the ass, a little jolt of arousal shooting through me. “In the shower,” he commands.

  “Yes, sir,” I murmur, lifting my leg and stepping over the side of the tub and under the spray.

  Sin follows me in, pulling the curtain shut behind him. I love how little space there is—it forces closeness. Sin takes up quite a bit of space on his own, but I’m in here, too. I’m a little dazed by how incredibly hot he looks at soon as the water hits him. I get short of breath, recalling that first night I saw him naked, standing bedside with wet hair. Holy Christ, he is a beautiful man. I want to worship at his altar. I want to kneel and kiss every hard inch of his body.

  Before I can, he catches me around the waist with one arm and cradles my head with the other, pulling me into the most intimate embrace ever and kissing me. It’s not a demanding kiss, but it melts me. The way he holds me, I’ve never felt so cherished in my life. I’d give him anything he asked for right now. My heart? It’s yours. Need a kidney?

  If I’ve ever doubted my connection to him, if I ever doubt it again, I will only ever need to recall this memory right here and all those doubts will be flushed away. It doesn’t matter what he does. It doesn’t matter who gets hurt. This man is mine, and I am his, and that’s the way it’s supposed to be.

  I feel the jut of his cock against my belly, and though I want him to take my mouth again, right now I’m wondering if I should just go all in and beg him to fuck me. I’ve never felt so close to him, and I want to know how I could possibly feel closer.

  Reaching down, I grasp him in my hand and begin stroking him. He growls against my mouth and that light-headed feeling hits me again, then intensifies as he backs me up, slamming me against the tile wall. Excitement courses through my body and I feel myself sinking down the wall. I look up at him, feeling more and more intoxicated by the hard look in his eyes as I lower myself. His dark eyes are laser-focused on me, so intense.

  My heart pounds wildly in my chest as I look up at him, finally on my knees. I break eye contact to lean forward, kissing the length of his dick as I stroke it. I’m so in love with every inch of him. I want to savor every moment, every taste, but I also want to swallow him whole. Lust twists me up, but I try to pace myself, running my tongue along his length the way I know he likes. When I finally take the tip into my mouth and suck on it, it feels like a decadent dessert I’ve been waiting for half my life. I know I just tasted him yesterday, but I’m so desperate for him, it seems like it’s been decades.

  As I lavish attention on his dick with my mouth and my hand, I steal a peek up at him. Pleasure swirls through me at the sight of his head thrown back, his eyes closed. The evidence of his pleasure makes me hungrier for him and I lean forward, taking him deeper.

  “Oh, fuck,” he murmurs, fisting his hand in my wet hair and pulling my mouth back and forth over his cock. I anchor a hand on his hip and let him use my mouth, let him guide me to do just what he wants. Desire rests heavily in my gut, need growing with every forceful thrust of his dick into my mouth.

  He lets up so I can take a few deep breaths, and I look up at him, heat coursing through my whole body when his gaze meets mine.

  I can scarcely breathe, but it’s more from need than his rigorous use of my mouth. “Please fuck me,” I beg him, holding his gaze. “Please.”

  He reaches down to caress my face reassuringly, but the first glimpse of something guarded flits across his features. “Not yet,” he tells me.

  Then, before I can ask again, he backs up, pulls back a small corner of the shower curtain, and grabs something.

  When he comes back, he has black cuffs. Not the same ones from the bedroom, different cuffs, but I know the drill. Anticipation fills me as he moves me back against the wall and secures each of my wrists in the flexible cuffs, then latches them to the bar installed on the wall. He gives them a tug to make sure they’re secure, then looks down at me, smug satisfaction crossing his features.

  “You’re at my mercy now, pretty girl.”

  “Use me however you like,” I tell him, relishing my complete vulnerability.

  “I will,” he assures me, grasping his dick in his hand and moving closer.

  I open my mouth for him, but instead of putting it in my mouth, he smacks it against my face. I gasp, surprised, then he does it again.

  Oh, God, why do I like that? I don’t know, but I do. I close my eyes, then open my mouth wider, pushing my tongue out, trying to invite him inside.

  “You want my cock, Laurel?” he asks, rubbing his dick near my mouth, but not giving it to me.

  “Yes. Please let me suck you, Sin. Please.”

  “You need it?”

  “Oh, God, yes,” I tell him. “I want to pleasure you. Please let me have you in my mouth.”

  Deciding to give me my wish, he brings his cock close and lets me taste it. I sigh with relief as soon as his tip is in my mouth, then I suck on him to say thank you. I can’t use my hands since they’re cuffed to the wall, so I can only use my mouth to please him. After a minute, I feel his big hand behind my head, providing a cushion between my head and the tile wall. That’s the only warning I get, then he thrusts his cock deep, pushing my face back with the force. This is the greatest position man has ever discovered, because as he holds onto my head and fucks my face, I get to look up at him, see the beautiful lines of his well-muscled body, feel his power in his thrusts. He’s purely male, so beautifully masculine, and entirely mine. He tells me over and over again as his cock moves in and out my throat. He owns this territory, and my ass could not be happier about it. He pulls out to let me catch my breath, his reassuring hand caressing my jaw again, comforting me in case I need it before he takes hold of my face and fucks it hard again.

  I’m so fucking turned on, I can scarcely function, and then he pulls out of my mouth and starts pumping his cock. I open my mouth like a bird, wanting every drop of cum he’ll give me. His lips curve up with amusement.

  “You’re still hungry for me, aren’t you, baby?”

  “So fucking hungry,” I tell him.

  I don’t just want him in my mouth, I want him in my pussy. I don’t know why I can’t have him there.

  “I’m going to come on your tits,” he decides.

  I wish I could touch them. Everything aches. My breasts feel so heavy, my nipples are so hard, and I’ve been throbbing nonstop between the thighs. I need relief, but I need him to get his first. I wish he’d impale me with his cock, but I’ll take whatever he’ll give me. “I want you all over me.”

  It should feel dirty, but it feels just the opposite. I wait on my knees with my arms restrained, my breasts pushed out, craving the first drop of his cum on my body like a sinner at baptism. I want to smear it everywhere until it covers every inch of my skin. I want to bathe in everything Sin. I want him to cleanse me and make me his. I never want anyone else to touch me ever again. Hell, I never want to see anyone else ever again, I just want to live in this bubble with him and never let it burst.

  I’m already consumed by him, then he groans and braces a hand against the shower wall, pumping his cock and raining his cum down on me. Aside from the nearly painful level of arousal I’m currently experiencing, I feel so peaceful. When he groans with the last of his orgasm, he gathers me close, pulling my face against his pelvis.

  I’m shameless, so I take the opportunity to lick his dick clean.

  Rough laughter escapes him as he leans against his arm on the shower wall. “You’re something else.”

  I beam up at him. “I’m addicted to you, what can I say?”

  “I wasn’t complaining,” he assures me.

  Once he recovers enough, he moves to unfasten my cuffs. He offers me a strong hand, helping me up, t
hen he snatches the back of my neck and yanks me in for a kiss. My eyes drift closed and I kiss him back. Then my body arches closer to his as he pins me against the shower wall and kisses the fuck out of me.

  “Spread your legs,” he tells me.

  Oh, thank God. I inch my legs apart until he reaches down and touches me. Just the touch of his hand knocks my heart out of my chest. I have to grab onto his shoulders, my breath hitching as the pad of his thumb brushes my clit. I’m hypersensitive, so turned on that my stomach is a mess of desire. My whole body is so twisted up, strung so tightly, needing relief so badly, it won’t take much to get me there. I swear, the man could just tell me to come and I would.

  He doesn’t, but I think it would work. I’m swept away as he rubs me with his rough fingers, sending jolts of electricity coursing through my body. The tension in my tummy tightens and tightens. I’m grasping for purchase against the slippery tile wall, panting and whimpering as he works me into a frenzy. I need it so badly.

  Pleasure attacks me, bursts open inside of me, consumes me. I cry out and Sin covers my lips with his, catching the sounds of my orgasm and trapping them in his beautiful mouth.

  Weak and breathless, I cling to his powerful body, resting my head against his shoulder. I could stay like this forever, but I only stay until it feels like I can breathe again. Until the strength returns to my limbs and I’m confident I can stand without falling.

  God, I love this man. I love every feeling he ignites inside me, things no one else has ever had access to. It’s like my heart, body, and soul knew to wait for him.

  I would wait forever for Sin, but I’m glad I won’t have to.

  36

  Laurel

  I’m in heaven as Sin stands behind me in the shower, my body fitted snugly against his, one strong arm wrapped around my upper body to keep me close while he uses the other one to soap me up. Now that he’s covered me in the evidence of his pleasure, he cleans it off, holding me in his arms all the while.