Cruz (Dark and Dirty Sinners' MC #5) - Serena Akeroyd Page 0,36

I told him, “First night.”

“Good answer.” The chair creaked as he stood up.

Anticipation washed through me, making me tremble.

I wasn’t sure what I’d just agreed to, aside from coming out to the Sinners, and to be frank, they wouldn’t give a fuck. Nyx would, but he was a miserable cunt anyway. Giulia had cheered him up, but that didn’t mean she’d given him a personality in part exchange for a brand.

The bed jostled as he leaned on it, and without touching me, he managed to stick his tongue in my slit.

“Jesus,” I moaned as he fluttered it up and down my pussy. Pushing my forehead into the comforter, I fought and failed to keep my hips still, knowing full well what would happen if I moved.

When he stopped, I groaned.

His hand smoothed over the backs of my thighs, rubbing up and down the flesh he’d whacked with the ruler before. It was surprisingly sensitive, proving that the Lycra yoga pants hadn’t done much to protect me in the long run, but my skin tingled, heating up with his touch.

The knife made another appearance as he plucked the fabric away from my skin, and it made a scraping noise as he cut it from my body.

This wasn’t the first time he’d done this, and I knew no matter how hard I bitched later on, it wouldn’t be the last.

I enjoyed it, if I was being honest.

I liked being clothed around him. Liked him cutting it off me.

Sure, it was a waste of clothes, but I’d start going to the thrift store if it meant letting this carry on.

When my pants were in shreds, he tipped the knife backward and scraped the non-cutting side down my thighs next. I hissed at the cold metal as it brushed me there, then tensed when he scraped up. A shiver washed through me when the butt of the knife slipped between the crack of my ass, down, down, until it rubbed against my clit. My hips arched up, which instantly had one of his arms banding around my thighs and holding me in place while, with the other, he continued to rub my clit.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned, my skin flushing, sweat beading, heat popping through my system as the cold handle made its presence known against my delicate flesh.

Pushing my face into the comforter, I let him touch me there, uncaring that he was holding me down now. If anything, I liked it. I liked the grounding sensation.

A whimper escaped me when he moved the knife away, and a shiver of want rushed through me when, suddenly, it wasn’t the weapon but his tongue once more.

Which was capable of far more deadly force where my clit was concerned.

The second he touched me there, I felt like I lit up, like I was ground zero for a bomb. As if I was about to explode, shatter into a million pieces just from the first swipe of his tongue down my center.

My pussy was so damn wet that with each pass of the tensile muscle, a squelching sound emanated from the area, and unlike every other guy I’d fucked, of which there’d been many, he was the only one who’d ever made me wet. So that noise, for another woman, might have been embarrassing. For me? It was like heaven had a sound.

I shuddered as he slurped on my clit, sucking it between his lips, the little pearl palpated against them, before he sucked down hard, making me yelp as I was still sensitive from before. I jerked, pussy clenching, rippling deep inside from how fucking empty I was.

All my life, I liked being empty. With Cruz? Nope. I wanted to be full. So fucking full of him.

A keening noise escaped me when he made a smacking sound against my clit, and he took it between his teeth, carefully rubbing it there, not to hurt, just to make me feel the difference between his lips and tongue.

When he pulled back, murmuring, “You feel empty, Indy?”

“I-I do.”

“You deserve my dick?”

I released a shaky breath. Christ, I wanted to say yes, but I knew what he’d think. Knew he’d punish me first, so I sucked it up and sucked it in and rasped, “N-No.”

He hummed. “Good answer. Why don’t you?”

“Shouldn’t have bought that goddamn vibrator,” I said on a hiss as he swiped down through my slit, slipping the tip of his tongue into me. Of its own volition, my cunt grasped at it, but it was to no