Sinful (The Sin Duet Book 3)

by M. Malone

  Before I even knew what the hell was happening, I felt a tingling electricity over my skin, as if all my synapses were firing at once. The heat built in my core until I was on the edge of eruption. The tingle started in the base of my spine and I leaned into it. Leaned into every sensation, every touch, every lick.

  I slid my hands into his hair, scoring his scalp with my fingernails. And he shuddered just before growling low. He tucked a hand under my T-shirt, sliding over my belly, stopping just under the edge of my breast.

  Oh God yes. I wanted his hands on me. I needed him to affirm that we were okay, that I was still his and he was still mine.

  All I wanted were his hands.

  Matthias

  All I wanted to do was touch her. Just get a small taste before I stopped. Can you stop? Can you stop what’s happening? The truth was I didn't know because she tasted like heaven. And who was I kidding? I’d already told her I couldn’t give her up. She was my anchor. So, selfish as it was, I wasn’t letting her go. Not now, not ever.

  I’d been riding on the edge of madness since the warehouse. I had a serious desire to give her a good and proper spanking for trying to risk her life and then for losing her shit with me. I only had a tenuous control on who I was. She couldn’t take risks like that. But fuck it, I’d rather be inside her.

  Sliding my hands up the nape of her neck, I gently stroked her cheek as I kissed her. Why did she taste so good? There was a hint of sweetness to her lips that reminded me of the strawberries she always smelled like.

  Every stroke of my tongue was met with one of hers and sent a shiver through me. When Gemma rolled her hips, she slid right over my rock-hard erection, making me groan. With every gasp and moan, she silently pleaded for more. And I wanted to give it to her.

  The angel on my shoulder warned me we needed more talking. But the devil was riding me and telling me all the things I wanted to hear. Just give her one orgasm, then you can talk. In my lust-fogged brain, this sounded like a fantastic idea.

  I dragged my lips from hers and kissed along her jaw then nuzzled her neck. “You smell fucking incredible.”

  When I moved my hand up her thigh, my fingers met the edge of her panties and they were soaked. Jesus. My dick throbbed, and I gritted my teeth against the wave of lust. Take. Taste. Mark.

  I slid my fingers under the elastic of her panties, rolling my thumb over her clit. Her whole body shook, and she threw her head back.

  With a low, muttered curse she planted one leg on the shelf of the opposite bookcase. She tore her lips from mine and groaned. "Oh my God. Yes … right … there.”

  I watched her face carefully as I rubbed a slow, gentle circle over her clit. Her mouth hung open as she worked her hips into my touch. Jesus, she was beautiful. I wanted more from her. Carefully, I added a finger, slowly sliding inside her with a gentle retreat. Gemma bit her bottom lip.

  “You are so soft,” I whispered, adding a second finger. Her eyes popped open and she blinked rapidly, but I didn't gentle the caress. It wasn’t until I curved my fingers and found that bundle of nerves inside, pressing gently, that she broke apart.

  I dropped my forehead to hers. “That’s it Gemma. Give it to me.” And I stroked her inside over and over again.

  "I–Jesus. I'm going…" She bowed her body, and I watched in awe while her pussy clamped around my fingers. Oh yeah. This was what I wanted to see. Gemma open and completely out of control. I fucking loved it. I wanted to make her do it again.

  Gently easing my fingers from her, I brought them to my lips. She tasted incredible. “That’s good, love.”

  “I want more,” she pleaded. She was far from done with me, and she reached for my belt buckle.

  I shook my head. "Gemma. You're playing with fire."

  "So only you get to tease and torture me? I don’t get to do the same to you?"

  I blinked hard, trying to bring my brain back online. Gemma slid her hands inside my cargos, and I was lost. Her delicate fingers wrapped around me and then she pumped once. Twice. The third time my knees buckled.

  I choked out, “Fuck, Gemma!"

  She flushed. “I’ve been picturing doing this to you.”

  Where in the world had she been hiding my whole life? "I love how you think.”

  Between her words, the need I saw in her eyes, and the way her thumb stroked over the tip of my cock and then gently stroked the underside of the tip, I couldn't wait. My gaze never left hers. Through clenched teeth I asked, "You sure you want this?"

  Gemma nodded. "I need it.”

  I cupped her ass, lifting her until I nudged her gently before kissing her again. I shoved her knickers aside and guided my cock to her slick, heated core. Oh fuck. If I did this, she would own me. But I didn't give a fuck.

  Her eyes widened with surprise, and then she locked onto my gaze again and relaxed.

  The second she did that, I sank deep and we both hissed. Shit. My eyes crossed. I was never leaving. She pulsed around me and I swore I could stay inside Gemma forever.

  She dug her nails into my shoulders, and my name was a whisper on her tongue. With each slide and retreat, my knees weakened. Gemma placed her hand above her using one of the shelves for more leverage as I fucked her.

  My gaze occasionally dipped to where we were joined, watching my cock slide in and out of her. When she arched her back, I dipped my head to draw one of her nipples into my mouth.

  "I. Yes. Harder. Oh God. Oh my God."

  Against her nipple I muttered, "Quiet, love. The walls in this house are thin."

  Her response was to tug on my hair, and I couldn’t help the soft chuckle. I loved the sounds she made, but I didn’t want Oskar being an arsehole to her tomorrow with his knowing looks.

  Later, I’d focus on her breasts. I had plans for them. I wanted to take my time licking them, kissing them, biting them—fucking them, like I’d seen at the club. It was an image I hadn’t been able to get out of my head.

  When I felt the quiver of her pussy around my dick, I knew she was close. I snapped my hips, and her eyes went wide. To help her along, I worked a hand between us and found her sensitive clit. My first touch was gentle, but then I stroked more firmly.

  "That's it. Come for me. I'm addicted to the sight."

  My eyes crossed as her slick walls clamped around my dick and milked me. Jesus Christ. So tight. She felt so good. With three more pumps, I was coming apart as my control fell away.

  All that was left of me in the end were the shattered pieces she left. I felt stripped bare as I clutched on to her.

  Another orgasm rolled through her and she tightened around me once more. By that point, all I could do was groan as she rode out the wave.

  Holy fuck.

  I kissed her again, licking into her mouth even as I slicked my thumb over her clit. Good Lord, it was impossible to think at all when I did that.

  With a growl, I carried her to the bed, kicking off my cargos as I went. Her T-shirt went next. I may or may not have accidentally torn her knickers as we fell on top of each other.

  I dragged her on top of me then threw my head back into the pillows and cursed low, my hand digging into her hips. "Jesus, fuck me."

  Gemma chuckled. "I think I'm getting to that… again"

  She slid both hands over my skin and then used her thumb to spread the drop of liquid that pooled at the tip of my dick again. “I think he likes me.”

  Jesus, I was going to die from pleasure. I’d managed to keep myself alive for all these years, but fucking Gemma was going to put me down. “I think that’s pretty obvious.”

  "I like how you feel," she whispered as I pushed myself further into her hands.

  When I spoke, my voice was strained, more of a low growl really. "I love how you make me feel."

  Her thumb toyed with my piercing and my brows knit, but my hips rocked upwards, pushing myself further into her hands. "Please don't fucking stop. Bloody fucking amazing."

  Gemma raised a brow. “You like it when I play wi
th this?” Gently she ran her fingers over the thin, silver ring again and a shudder wracked my body.

  One of my hands finally released her hip and slid up her torso, stroking my thumb over her nipple through the lace of her bra. “What do you think?”

  I smirked. “I got it because of the pain. I didn't know the practical application of pleasure really. When you touch it—fuck—I could come just from that. Maybe it’s like when I do this.” I ran my thumb over her nipple and relished how her eyes rolled back into her head. "I love how responsive you are. One day soon, I want to see if you can come from me doing nothing else but this. Just pinching your nipples, licking them, biting them."

  She shivered. “I want that, too.” She raised herself up on her knees and positioned me at her cleft. One hand stroking down to the root of my cock, she held me still before gently swiveling her hips. Coating the tip of me.

  "Jesus, Gemma. Fuck a twat." My hips rocked into her. The first inch of me slid inside her easily.

  She threw her head back and held perfectly still. "I think I can come just like this. You make me feel so full, so stretched.”

  "Jesus. Fuck, you feel good," I mumbled then pinched her nipple harder.

  Gemma gasped, and her pussy clamped around my dick like a vise. "I. God you feel so—"

  I shoved a hand into her hair and gripped tight. She licked her lips before biting down and rocking her hips a little bit more, taking more of me inside her. "This feels so much better without the condoms."

  I panted, sliding in just a little bit more and then retreating an inch. The glide and pressure made me tingle. "Gemma…” Fuck, I was going to come again. I gripped her hips, my fingertips pressing deep into her skin as I slid all the way home and watched intently where we were joined. As I made love to her, I muttered words of need and longing and love. I told her, in all the ways I could, how I felt.

  Gemma arched and leaned back so she could brace herself on my knees. That new position gave me all the access I needed.

  I lifted up then leaned over her body, sucking one stiff nipple into my mouth, and groaned against her breast. My other hand slid between our bodies, pressing slow, easy circles on her clit.

  She was coming in seconds, flying high and clamping around my dick. But I wasn't done. I kept going, snapping my hips forward and making her gasp and widen her eyes when I hit that magical place deep inside her. And then I would retreat. With each snap of my hips, she screamed my name. So much for keeping quiet. But fuck them. I’d had to endure their sexcapades for years.

  As her orgasm coursed through her, sending her body into wicked convulsions, I growled and pulled her forward on my lap. I slid my lips over hers and pressed my tongue into her mouth, kissing her deep. The top of her pelvis rubbed along mine, prolonging the pleasure and the hit of ecstasy.

  Gemma held tight onto my shoulders as I kissed her, her hips still working, her body still taking me deep. This was perfection.

  I dragged my lips off of hers and kissed along her jaw, whispering to her, making her hotter. "So fucking beautiful... I could do this all damn day... You feel so good..." My hand fisted in her hair more gently than before, while the other slid over her ass, rocking her more firmly against me as I loved her.

  Then I tried something I’d seen at the club. Gently, slowly, in case she didn’t like it. When I slid a finger down the seam of her ass, she hesitated for only a moment but then relaxed against me.

  When my finger pressed against her pucker, she tossed her head back. “Oh God.” But when I eased a finger gently inside, she broke apart again, pushing herself up onto her knees and slamming back down over me.

  I held perfectly still, my muscles going rigid. As I came, my gaze didn't leave hers, and I sank home one more time. "I am never letting you go. We belong together."

  Gemma sank over me once more, and we both groaned, riding the wave of the last vestiges of our orgasms.

  15

  Gemma

  The sound of a phone ringing filtered through my dreams. It took a second but then my brain came online all at once when I registered the ringtone.

  My burner phone was ringing.

  I shot out of bed, almost falling in my haste to get to my duffel bag. When we’d first got here, I dumped all my stuff in the corner. I figured I wouldn’t be needing it anymore.

  By the time I got to the phone, my breath was coming fast, and I’d broken a nail.

  “Hello,” I gasped into the receiver, hoping that the caller wouldn’t hang up.

  “I’m disappointed in you, Gemma. I thought you’d be different.”

  The sound of Father’s voice coming over the line made me wake up instantly. My heart sank. If Father was calling me directly something was wrong.

  “What do you want?” It probably wasn’t wise to speak to him that way, but I was so far gone, I didn’t care.

  I could tell by the change in his voice that he didn’t appreciate my attitude. “We don’t trust you anymore. You can’t follow simple instructions. So we’re coming to you tomorrow. Bring Matthias, or Sabine dies.”

  The line went dead.

  “No, wait!”

  But it was too late; he was already gone. I hit the button to hang up and dropped the phone on the bed. I hated to wake Matthias, but he would know what to do. I was done trying to handle the situation on my own. If there was anything I’d learned through this whole process it was that we had to stick together.

  “Matthias? Wake up.” I rocked his shoulder gently until his eyes opened. He looked around frantically until he noticed me sitting on the bed next to him. His shoulders lowered in relief.

  “Gemma? What’s going on? What happened?”

  After all our time together, he could tell by the look on my face that something was wrong.

  “They’re going to kill Sabine. Father just called.”

  He sat up and pushed the covers down. “Slow down. When did he call?”

  “Just now.” I pointed to the burner phone. I didn’t trust myself to speak anymore. I was already on the verge of tears.

  “Hold on,” Matthias said as he climbed out of bed. He crossed the room and picked up his laptop. For the next few minutes, there was only the sound of his fingers tapping on the keys. Then he cursed.

  “Dammit. I thought we might be able to trace it.”

  I shook my head. “They’ve always insisted on burner phones. Even when they trusted me.”

  His head fell down to his arms. “Yeah, I was just hoping we’d catch a break. I’m worried about what they’ll do if we don’t give them what they want.”

  Something about the way he was talking made me nervous. “What do you mean give them what they want? That’s not possible.”

  His eyes lifted, and when I saw the look on his face my blood chilled. “No way. Matthias, you can’t be thinking—”

  He stood up and came to sit on the bed next to me. When he reached over to take my hand, I snatched it back. He wasn’t going to sweet-talk me into agreeing to whatever crazy plan he was currently formulating.

  “Every moment that we delay, her life is in danger. We know what they want. Me.”

  “We can’t give them you. I need you.”

  His eyes flashed. “I know you do, baby. But this is the only way we can save Sabine.”

  Unable to sit still while we talked about offering him up like a lamb to slaughter, I jumped off the bed and paced the floor.

  “Do you understand what you’re saying? They’re not inviting you to tea, Matthias. They want to kill you.”

  “And they won’t succeed,” he said with maddening certainty. “They have no idea what they’re up against. Blake Security will plan and execute the entire operation. With Noah, Rafe, and the other guys watching out for me, I’ll be as safe as possible. It’s the best chance we have to get Sabine back.”

  “But there’s no mission that’s 100 percent safe. You and I both know that.”

  He didn’t bother to deny it. We were ORUS agents. No one understood h
ow fleeting life could be better than we did. But it didn’t change the look on his face. It was a look I knew well. He wasn’t going to change his mind.

  “You’re really going to do this, huh?”

  He stood up. “I am. If this is what it takes, then this is what I’ll do.” For moment he looked pensive. “She was my friend, too.”

  In that moment, I felt terrible. The entire time I’d been operating as though the mission to save Sabine had nothing to do with him. It was something that mattered to me. But he was completely right. Sabine wasn’t just my friend. Matthias grew up with her, too. He had just as much of a right to want to save her as I did.

  “So what are we going to do?”

  Now he looked smug. “Exactly what I said. Give them what they want. Me.”

  “But there has to be more to it than just that. We can’t just drop you off and expect them to give Sabine up.”

  He looked me in the eye. “We aren’t going to do this lightly. I hope you know that. We’re all going to work to make things as safe as possible. Trust me.”

  “I do trust you. I hope you know that. I’m just not ready to trust that the universe is on our side in this.”

  He took me in his arms and for that moment everything was calm. I wished that we could stay there forever where nothing could harm us. But we would have to be separated eventually.

  “I guess we should go talk to the guys then?”

  Now he looked worried. “They might already be working on this plan.”

  I sighed. “Of course they are.”

  He looked sheepish. “I didn’t want to waste any time.”

  “I get it.” And I did. Every moment that we delayed made it more likely that Sabine wouldn’t still be alive. But it didn’t mean that I wasn’t going to worry.

  “There are so many things that could go wrong. What if they don’t give her back? What if you get hurt?”

  “I won’t. We’ll be ready. Hell, by the time we’re done, they’ll wish they could give me back.”