The Sinner's Club [18+] Complete

chapter ten.

"VIKTOR?" THE WHSIPER of my name causes my eyes to open. I look down at Gabi, and she stares up at me.

Her beauty is beguiling, casting some spell that makes everything hazy. Usually I see the world in fine detail, but right now all of it fades except for her.

Her hand brushes my arm, her pink lips parting. With no further coaxing, I feel myself grow hard, my cock aching.

"You should sleep," I tell her, my voice far more gravelly than it ought to be.

She nods slowly. "I know." But the pupils in her hazel eyes are blown wide, and her legs move beneath the covers, sliding toward me.

My body tenses as I will myself to stay still, to not reach out and touch her as I am desperate to do. Do not move. Do not give in. Temptation is the devil's fruit, and I already know the consequences of such distraction.

Her legs brush mine. Her hand slides up my arm slowly. Her skin is soft and leaves sparks everywhere it touches mine.

The tether holding my fragmented sense of duty and integrity snaps.

I lean over her, our legs sliding together, my hand cupping her cheek. A small sound leaves her mouth, my cock twitching in response. She brushes her fingers down my bare chest, fire igniting beneath my skin.

My lips ghost over hers, not quite touching. "This is not a smart idea," I mutter.

"No," she agrees, breathless. "But I–I want..." Her hands glide back up my chest, and her fingers dig into my shoulders. "I have never wanted like this before," she admits.

Neither have I.

She leans up, and our mouths brush. It is gentle, featherlight, but the earthquake it sends through me is catastrophic. I press my hips down, my erection digging into her stomach. Her legs part, and she wraps them around me, letting me slot between.

When our lips break apart, we both just stare at each other—our breathing heavy—and neither of us seem to know what to do next.

A million scenes flit through my mind—mostly things I have seen at the club. Women bent over and spanked, tied up and begging, on their knees and gagging...I do not know if Gabi would like any of that. I do not think it is a safe place to start.

Instead, I wrap my arms around her and roll over so she is straddling me. Her pussy—bare as she isn't wearing underwear—slots over my cock—covered by my sweatpants—perfectly, and she lets out a small moan before grinding back and forth. A patch of wet darkens the front of my sweatpants.

I reach out and grasp the hem of the shirt she wears, then pause. "May I?"

She nods, and I draw it up, over her head, throwing the shirt to the side. Her naked body is a fucking gift.

She is perfect in every conceivable way. Toned stomach and tan skin and round breasts.

I touch her waist and higher, skimming her nipples with the heels of my hands and watching the way she gasps.