Page 47 of Deadly Sins

27Ksenya

IDIDN’T WANT THIS HIGH to come crashing down. Because I knew that when it did, I would realize what a really horrible idea this was. Tingles ran through my body. The thought of Grant dominating me made me excited. I wanted to please him, fulfill all of his desires.

I thought for sure it was over just moments ago; that Grant was going to tell me to fuck right off for good. Clearly, he was jealous. For a minute, it had looked like Autumn was going to be the lucky recipient of all that pent-up rage and lust and fuck this whole thing if I was going to let that happen.

I couldn’t help it. I wanted it to be me.

We arrived at his place, and without a single word, he shoved me in the front door.

Grant ran his hands over my body, stopping over my nipples, rubbing them through my dress. “So, you like playing games with me? Does that turn you on?”

I reached for his cock. “Yes. It did tonight.” And it did. I liked how he squirmed for me, how much he wanted me. It was a welcome reprieve in the middle of all the chaos.

He pulled up the side of my dress and snapped my garter belt. The fabric stung, but the shock of pain excited me. “Do you want me, Ksenya? You’re free to leave at any time. All you have to do is say no.”

“Yes, I want you. I need you. Let me please you.” I moved my hand to undo his belt, but he pushed me away.

“Don’t speak. You are here to please me. Got it? On your knees.”

I obeyed, a breath escaping me. I wanted to submit to him. I also wanted to ask him who the hell he was and where this behavior was coming from. But right now, I couldn’t bring myself to care. My head was a lust-filled haze.

He dropped his pants.

“Grab my cock.”

I did. I grasped his big, beautiful cock.

“See how hard I am for you, Ksenya?”

“Yes. You are—”

He grabbed me by the nape of the neck. “I told you not to fucking speak.”

Whoa. I nodded shakily. My pussy throbbed. I couldn’t believe how much I loved this.

“Open your mouth wide, wrap your lips around my cock. And suck.”

Finally, he was treating me like the stripper slut he thought I was. And I wanted it. His filthy commands, his anger, his passion. I wanted all of him. And with the mask I was wearing, I would finally be able to explore our deepest fantasies.

He thrust deep into the back of my throat; my lips clamped tightly around him. My tongue circled the head, sucking, teasing.

He growled. “Good job, baby. You’re a dirty little cocksucker, aren’t you? Take me deeper.”

I took him as deep as I could, his cock tickling the back of my throat.

His eyes closed for a few seconds. Then he placed his hand on the back of my head, guiding my movement.

I couldn’t get enough of him. I never wanted to stop, but after another moment, he pulled himself out. The silence of the night filled the air.

I dared a look up at his face. “What, did I not please you?”

“You pleased me fine, but I want to taste you.”

A shiver ran through my body.

He carried me into his bedroom and positioned me on his bed. He ripped off my dress, and his capable hands slowly unhooked my corset. His fervent kisses showered my neck, his hot mouth probing mine. But these weren’t the sweet and loving kisses I’d known with him; these were animalistic and raw. My hands moved to touch his massive chest, but he pinned my arms above my head.

“Spread your legs,” he barked, his deep, throaty voice sexier than ever. He pulled a belt from the side of the bed and tied my wrists to the headboard. I tried to hold on to what little composure remained. I had never seen Grant like this. But one look at his face showed a man who was totally in control. Taking what he wanted.