The Sinner's Heart (SIN CITY Series: Book #1)

Tease me, baby

ALEXANDRINA'S POV

"Let's get started," I said, my voice husky, as I reached for the straps.

He watched me with an intensity that made my skin prickle, but he didn't resist as I secured his wrists and ankles. I stepped back to admire my handiwork, my eyes roaming over his body.

"You're a beautiful man," I purred, my fingers tracing paths over his skin. "I'm going to enjoy this."

I began to tease him, my lips whispering against his ear, my tongue tracing the curve of his neck. He remained silent, but his eyes spoke volumes, burning with a desire that made my own pulse quicken.

As I worked him into a frenzy, I felt something strange happen. For the first time in my life, I felt a spark of attraction, a desire that went beyond mere physical pleasure. I pushed the thought aside, focusing on the task at hand.

But as I looked into his eyes, I saw something there, something that made my heart skip a beat.

"Who are you?" I whispered, my lips against his ear.

He didn't answer, just gazed at me with an unnerving focus. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I continued to tease him, my fingers dancing over his skin.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" I purred, my voice husky.

He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt a surge of power, knowing I had control over him.

As the session reached its climax, I felt myself getting lost in his eyes, drowning in their depths. For a moment, I forgot about the money, forgot about the job, forgot about everything except the man in front of me.

And then it was over, the tension released, the moment shattered. I stepped back, gasping for air, as he lay there, his eyes still locked on mine.

"Who are you?" I asked again, my voice barely above a whisper.

This time, he smiled, a slow, sensual smile that made my heart race.

"You'll find out," he said, his voice low and husky. "Soon enough."

As I unstrapped him, he immediately flipped me over, causing me to land on the couch, which caught me unaware.

A gasp escaped my lips as I felt his slender fingers curl up my back to my zipper, slowly pulling it all the way down.

His fingers trailed my bare skin, causing me to shiver at the contact. His cold hands against my warm skin. I was already lost in his touch when I noticed him tugging at my outfit, nudging me to take it off, which I didn't without hesitation.

Standing before him in just my underwear, I felt vulnerable. Slowly, I tried to cover up my body with my palms, but he stopped me, taking my palms into his large hands before pinning me on the couch.

I was trapped. At least I still had the masquerade mask on, so my identity was safe.

I stared at him, holding his gaze, refraining from letting my knees buckle in, and he brought his face closer to my neck.

His hot breath against my skin tingled, and it got worse and his fingers traced the outlines of my breasts, making my nipples hard even though he couldn't see it.

I moaned softly as my breathing became uneven. His touch was fire and to think that we hadn't done anything yet!

"Don't be a naughty girl, Siren. We've got a long night ahead of us," he said, his eyes not leaving mine.

Oh yeah, I was ready for this.

"I'm all yours, daddy," I said, softly, while snarling at him.

Whatever thoughts that ran through my mind got shattered when I let out a loud gasp. Somehow his fingers had found their way to my clit, fondling them softly as though playing with a delicate toy.

With one hand pinning me down, and the other one ravaging my core, I forgot how to breathe. He picked up the pace, flickering my clit back and forth before I suddenly felt his finger inside me.

This act drove me senseless. It caught me unaware but I liked it. I was needy. I needed this. Nobody has made me feel this way before.

" Fuck!" I moaned as he inserted another finger into my pussy, moving at a slow pace before picking it up.

I gritted my teeth at the invasion, but I couldn't stop him even if I wanted to. I was already filled with lust and so was he. There was no one I was going to let him leave me halfway.

He brought his face closer to mine. "You like that?"

I nodded. "Faster," I ordered.

A smirk appeared on his face - a bad boy kind of smirk.

He retrieved his other hand that pinned me down and slowly brought it to my abdomen, pressing it down.

I was a mess. I gripped his shoulders, using them to stabilize myself, but why did it suddenly feel like his fingers inside me were curved now?

"Shit... oh my gosh!" I whimpered. It felt like I was about to explode. I clenched my thighs together, trying to suppress whatever was building up inside me.

He looked at me, still with that shit-eating grin on his face, like he knew what he was doing to me.

"Don't hold back, baby."

I groaned.

"Squirt for me."

A yell escaped my throat before I squirted on the couch, which splashed him as well.

I was sweaty, tired, still horny, which made me a fucking slut.

" Oh..." was the only word I could mutter. I rolled over, trying to get up from the couch, when his words stopped me midway.

"Where do you think you're going? We're just getting started," he said, and my eyes widened in shock. I should be pleased by this, but I didn't bring any protection with me.

If we were going to have sex, I didn't want it to be unprotected. Heck no!!

I guess he could tell from my reaction before a soft chuckle escaped his lips.

"Don't worry, love. You're in good hands."

Oh fuck me!