Sin With Me | 18+ | ✔️

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I'm panting heavily, enjoying the roughness of our kiss. It's full of emotions and you could practically feel the air flicker with electricity at this point.

His lips aren't as soft as the last time, not as kind. No, they move against mine with the intend to punish me for all I've done, to make me feel what neither of us say out loud. It is a fight, a whole war put inside the kiss as both of us can't and won't surrender. I've worked too hard to submit and I know with what I've done I bruised his ego to the point where I seriously asked myself if the cruel side of him could be directed at me now, even though he so often promised he doesn't hurt women and a little delusional part of me was ignorant enough to think I'm safe because we have a rather intimate history together. As if a made man was capable of falling in love.

I know I shouldn't enjoy it as I'm basically disgracing myself by breaking my own promise, but fuck I do and if it wasn't for the alcohol I wouldn't have ended up here, pressed against the sink- or at least that's what I tell myself to feel a little better.

And suddenly he breaks the kiss by wrapping his hand around my throat, forcing me to gather a little distance. With lazy eyes I meet his gaze and am immediately reminded that I'm more than a little intoxicated. I lick my swollen lips and feel the Tequila doing the rest as my panties seem to be ruined by now.

His chest is raising against the fabric of his black button up, stretching the material so much I fear it will burst. Avan's muscular arms are clearly showing through the shirt as well and I realise he has gotten much bigger since I saw him the last time.

Avan's hand around my throat tightens and weirdly, I don't feel fear. Only the urge to fuck until I'm senseless. My pussy clenches over nothing when he tilts my head upwards to force my gaze to meet his.

His eyes seem darker, like two black pools and they hold such raw hate and desire my breath gets caught in my throat. My hands clench around the edge of the sink and I can't tell if my body wants to get away from this forbidden pleasure and the mere overload of feelings or if I want him to be so close I can't breathe anymore.

Avan's presence makes me dizzy and angry and aroused and weirdly vulnerable all at once.

I'm too lost in his eyes to notice he held something in his hand now. Only when a cold something grazed over my back, then wanders over my ribs and ends up slowly moving up the swell of my breast, I gasp. His hand keeps me from looking down to check what it is, but judging by the cold metal I don't have to see to know it's my gun.

His eyes, on the other hand, burn into my chest- switching between my eyes and body. The gun slowly wanders over my breast until I have to suppress a moan as he's circling my hard nipple.

Fuck.

My thighs press together in an attempt to create some friction and when I hear the clicking sound of the safety clip my heart skips a beat. His face is still hovering over mine and his lips are parted slightly, just as mine are as they brush his. Avan's hot breath fans my begging lips but he keeps my face at just the right distance to keep me from kissing him.

His eyebrows furrow when I whimper and my throat feels so dry I have to swallow hardly. My chest arches against the cold touch of my gun instead of getting away from the deadly danger. Nothing in my life has ever turned me on that much and I'm too drunk to ask myself what the hell I'm doing here.

The gun stops circling my nipples only to continue to wander over my stomach, down over the curve of my hips. When it reaches the hem of my dress on my thigh and continues to go under there, my breathing hitches.

"Avan-" I gasp after I take a sharp breath, my hand grabbing his arm that's trapping me against the cold marmor. My breathing goes quick and flat from the raw arousal.