Tales of Darkness & Sin - Pepper Winters Page 0,78

and dislikes became intriguing to myself.

Why am I so drawn to his darkness?

Why do I crave the pain as much as he is willing to inflict it?

With his gaze burning into me through the mirror, his command rakes across my flesh like a warm caress. “Strip.”

Doing as I’m told, I strip out of my dress, enjoying the way his eyes flare as he takes in the reflection of my naked body.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, as he unzips his slacks, pulling his cock through the zipper hole and stroking.

I watch with rapt attention as his hand abandons his cock to reach around and dip low, gliding over my stomach, leaving a bloody trail in its wake as it disappears between my legs and the other paws at my breasts. With those lithe fingers, he tugs at my nipples causing ripples of pain and desire to shoot straight to my now throbbing core. His cock is hot like warm steel pressed to my lower back.

When he swirls his fingers through my swollen, drenched folds, a moan tumbles past my lips. He poises his mouth near my ear, chuckling warmly. “So fucking greedy.”

“Saint,” I beg, thrusting my hips into his hand, seeking out more friction.

He dips his fingers inside of me, so damn deep inside me, a scream rips from my throat. My head falls back, smashing against his shoulder, dazing me with the force. My heart explodes into a mess of passion and lust.

My walls grip his finger in a vise, stinging with each pump, swollen from the way he ripped through my virginity, not even an hour prior. I suck in air, but it doesn’t stop the swirling, blinding need stealing my remaining sanity, giving me utterly and completely over to Saint.

This isn’t making love. We’re not even fucking. This is a war, a battle of wills, and fuck, it feels good.

When he adds a second finger, curling them both inside of me, pumping so fast and hard, I let out a cry of pain. It hurts so good. The sounds of slapping flesh, my moans, his grunts, and wetness echo around us like a blaring alarm. I should be embarrassed by the sounds my body is making, but I’m not. I’m so turned on, so lost in how easily Saint can manipulate my body, that I can’t seem to process anything.

I feel something building inside of me, burning with an inexplicable pressure I’m finding difficult to keep under wraps. With each crook of his fingers, each rough pump inside of me, I feel myself teetering on the edge of something huge, too scared to jump off.

“Are you going to come all over my hand, Tesoro?”

My pussy clenches at the erotic question.

“Feel that?” he taunts, tilting the angle of his wrist, hitting a spot inside of me that feels incredibly sensitive. “That, right there, tells me you’re more than ready to come.”

I gasp when he maneuvers his other hand between us to flick my clit, and I spiral. Like someone shoved me off that ledge, the explosion detonates. I come without warning. The orgasm barrels through me, taking my breath with it. My eyes roll to the back of my head, stealing my vision, and my hearing ceases, stealing everything from me for seconds at a time. My body trembles violently in his arms as each wave of my orgasm rolls through me.

The smacking of my juices grows louder, mixed with the sound of something else.

When I’m coherent enough to open my eyes, I find Saint watching me closely in the mirror as I spiral down. His eyes heat as though watching me come undone is his favorite pastime.

“Look at you,” he praises. “Making you squirt wasn’t on the agenda for today, but my, my, do you aim to please, Tesoro.” My body continues to jerk uncontrollably as the waves of pleasure roll through me. “Such a messy little girl.”

The proof of my orgasm slides down my legs into a puddle beneath us.

As if the sight between my legs is too much and he’s unable to hold back any longer, Saint growls. Thrusting a fist in my hair, he tugs so hard, I feel the hairs rip from my scalp. He replaces his fingers with his cock, slamming inside of my swollen channel. An overstimulated sob rips from my chest and he grins, pounding into me roughly from behind. He forces my body to bend at an odd angle, pain blooming in my spine. With his hand, that’s still coated with