Saint (A Dark Mafia Romance)(35)

I glance up, shivering as his eyes burn into me.

He nods. “Let me see how wet you are.”

I whimper, moving onto my knees on the couch, sitting back on my heels with my legs spread. He pulls away from me, stroking his cock as he eyes me hungrily.

“Touch yourself.”

I blush, biting my lip. There’s something about the demanding way he commands and the way he directs me - the edge in his voice. All of it has me more turned on and wetter than I’ve ever been.

Slowly, I drop my hand down my body, teasing over my belly and moving lower between my thighs.

He’s right. I’m soaking wet, and I whimper as my fingers trace over my slippery lips.

“Nice and wet,” he says softly, making me whimper.

“Show me.”

I moan, lifting my fingers away. He pulls my hand up, his eyes locked on mine as he brings my fingers to his mouth and licks them clean.

Holy fuck.

I’m in over my head. I’m drowning in the rawness of this man. This is so far beyond anything I’ve ever done before, and I’m loving it. I feel so dirty, and like his princess at the same time.

He pushes my hand back down, stroking his cock as he steps towards me again.

“Play with that pussy, baby girl,” he groans, and I moan.

I open my mouth and suck him inside, moaning as I play with my clit, feeling him throb in my mouth. His hands gather my hair in a ponytail, holding it tight as I bob up and down his thick cock.

Connor’s groaning and I can feel myself start to tense.

He pulls away, gritting his teeth and sucking in air before he grins wickedly at me. He turns and sits on the couch next to me, and I gasp as he pulls me into his lap again. My legs spread, falling on either side of his hips, and I can feel the head of his cock pushing against my opening. Hands grab my ass tightly - possessively - and start to pull me down onto him.

I whimper as I start to sink down, his hands holding me tightly as he rocks his hips up to bury every inch of his length inside.

“Fuck yes,” I gasp, my hands dropping to his chest and clawing at his skin as I feel him throb deep inside of me.

His hands cup my ass, lifting me up until just the head is inside before he pulls me back down, filling me to the brim with his thickness. I cry out as he does it again, slowly sliding me off of him before driving into the hilt in one stroke. His powerful hands grab me, and his arm muscles strain and ripple as he starts to bounce me up and down on his lap, fucking me so deliciously.

We start to move faster, this dominant, powerful man pumping me up and down on his cock like I weigh nothing at all. His mouth drops to my neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin there and making me cry out. My nipples drag over his chest, and my hands slide into the back of his hair, holding him to my neck as I bounce on his cock and let myself start to fall.

My body starts to crumble and shatter, and when I feel his fingers tighten on my skin and feel his rumbling groan vibrate through my whole body, it all starts to explode.

The climax comes exploding out of nowhere. I scream into his shoulder, his cock still driving into me mercilessly as I come like an avalanche on him. Connor groans, pumping into me, his hand tight on my hips before he drives in deep and roars. I gasp as I feel him pulsing hot inside of me as my body tumbles all over again.

Two days ago, I was taken.

Two days ago, the Sierra I used to know was kidnapped from the life she was drowning in and thrown head first into this new one. And I’m not sure who this new version of her is exactly, what the hell is wrong with her that she’s here having the best sex of her life with the dangerous, dark, dominating stranger who took her away from that life…

But I like this new version.

A lot.





Chapter Twenty





Sierra




I close my eyes and groan, letting the whiskey tease down my throat as I sink back into the couch.

Connor chuckles, and I feel his weight shift next to me.

“You okay?”

I laugh as I open my eyes and meet his. I tuck my legs under me, biting my lip.

“Yeah, that was just…” I trail off. “Yeah.”

He grins, turning to lie back against the armrest, facing me. His legs spread, one muscled knee crooked up with his arm resting on it, holding his glass of whiskey.

“You know, it’s just the service I offer to all my captives.”

I laugh, my lips spreading into a grin. “Oh yeah?”

“Totally. Much more fun with you though.”

“Oh?”

“Well, most of the people I kidnap are hairy middle-aged guys.”

I snort out a laugh as I bring my glass to my lips, sipping at it as my eyes try and peek through into him. Because there’s this light side of him, too. There’s the dark side, like just now when he was commanding me and dominating me. But I’m slowly learning the Connor who’s here sprawled nude on this couch drinking whiskey and making jokes.