Saint (A Dark Mafia Romance)(31)

Chapter Seventeen





Sierra




He pulls my hair hard, making my body shiver and making me gasp, just as he kisses my mouth.

His tongue is insistent, his lips so smooth and soft. I open my mouth for him, moaning as his tongue finds mine. My head is spinning - my thoughts a tornado as the rough man who stole me, who bound me, who kept me here makes me his.

Fingers tighten on that firm chest of his, and I moan again as I feel his cock throb against my belly. One of his hands drops to my ass, grabbing it possessively and making me squirm tight against him.

No one has ever kissed me like this before.

So possessively.

So roughly.

So demandingly.

And I kiss him right back. This is so wrong, and this is probably what Stockholm syndrome feels like, and I’m sure something must be broken inside of me, but I can’t deny it anymore.

I want him to make me forget about tonight. I want him to make me forget about this night and all the other nights over the past few months where I’ve been drowning in indecision and not knowing what to do.

The kiss takes it all away. The kiss makes me forget, and makes me sink into him instead.

He turns us around and spins me, pressing me against the counter, facing the mirror. I moan as his hands grab my hips, pulling me back into him. His lips find my neck, his hands roughly going up my body to cup my breasts through the undershirt.

I’m panting, clutching at the counter, reaching back to slip my fingers through his hair as he bites my neck hard.

His fingers twist my nipples, slipping low to tease my belly. He pulls my jaw around and kisses me fiercely, his hand slipping up under the undershirt.

I’m shivering, wanting this and so scared of it at the same time. But the first wins out.

I definitely want this.

I definitely want this rough, dominant man to take what he wants from me.

He pulls my head around even more, kissing my mouth again and tasting my lips. His rough hands push the undershirt up and cup my breasts as he growls into my mouth.

I can feel him grinding into my ass, and when his fingers drop to the waist of the boxers of his I’m wearing, I only whimper as I feel them slip inside.

I gasp as he yanks them down to my knees with a growl. His lips bite and suck and nibble down my neck, over my shoulder blades, down every bump of my spine as the room spins around me and as I feel my pulse roar inside.

He moves lower, his powerful hands holding me firm against the vanity as he slowly kneels behind me. I can feel the flush creeping up into my face, my bottom lip catching between my teeth as his hands skim up and down the backs of my bare thighs.

“Spread your legs,” he commands.

I pant, nodding and barely able to breathe as the jolt of raw desire pulses through me. I’m so fucking wet I can barely stand it - so aching for this that I can barely stand.

“I want you to reach back and spread your ass for me.”

I hesitate, but then I moan as I feel him grab my hands and pull them back behind me. He places them on my ass, and I groan as I slowly spread myself for him.

“Good girl,” he growls darkly, and I’m sure he can see my pussy getting even wetter.

I can feel his hot breath teasing over my thighs, and I start to shiver at the teasing, tickling feel of it when I feel him move towards my center. His breath teased over the lips of my pussy, and I moan - my fingers digging into my own skin as I spread myself for him.

He moves closer, and when I suddenly feel the hot, wet jolt of his tongue dragging over my seam, I cry out. Connor growls, pulling me back into him by the thighs and burying his tongue deep in my pussy. I can feel the rumblings of his moans pulsing through me, his strong hands holding me fast as he starts to fuck me with his tongue.

I yelp as I suddenly feel his palm connect with my ass with a smack!

“Fuck!” I gasp and I start to stand upright when his hands stop me.

“Don’t move,” he growls.

And my body responds. Something about the roughness and the demand in his voice ignites something inside of me, and I pant, whimpering for him as he pushes me back down and drags his tongue over my slit.

“You do like being a bad girl, don’t you.”

I whimper, my eyes squeezing shut and my cheeks hot as his wicked tongue drives me higher and higher.

“I didn’t hear you.”

“Yes,” I gasp.

I yelp when his hand comes down again, spanking my tender ass once again. The sting is immediately soothed by the wet heat of his tongue as it drags over my lips. I gasp, clawing at the vanity in front of me as his hands grab my thighs and pull me against his mouth.

His tongue pushes deep, and curls over my clit, and teases me higher and higher - his growls rumbling through me and sending that edge of danger and darkness through me that has me clinging to the last of my sanity.