Sinner's Steel (Sinner's Tribe Motorcycle Club #3)(95)
The rich scent of earth rose up from the wooden surface, raw and primal. “It’s perfect. Don’t make me wait.”
Zane leaned over her, pressing her body against the table with his weight, then he clasped her neck and pushed her cheek against the rough, wood surface. “You want it dirty, sweetheart?”
“Yes.”
“You want it rough?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to f*ck you so damn hard you can’t think of anything but the orgasm I won’t give you till you beg?”
“God, yes. Make me pay for letting T-Rex give his life for me.”
“No.” He released her, backing away, leaving her bereft.
Evie cried out in frustration. “Please, Zane. Make it all go away.”
Zane grabbed her hair and yanked, forcing her back to arch, and her ass to ride high against him. “I’ll give you what you want, sweetheart, the way you want it, but you don’t pay for T-Rex’s sacrifice. He was a Sinner and the debt is a Sinner debt—my debt. The only thing you can do for T-Rex is live and enjoy your life so his sacrifice means something. I want you to feel—pleasure, pain, and desire. I want you to know the love I have for you. I want you to understand that I will always be there for you. You are my life, Evie. You have my heart.”
He tugged her up by the hair and unzipped the sleeveless black dress she had worn for the funeral, shoving it down over her hips until it pooled on the floor in a black puddle. Then he unclasped her black bra and tossed it on the tool shelf beneath a small window covered with torn plastic curtains. Although the day was gray and misty, a sliver of light speared the darkness, falling on the workbench on which she lay.
“Another time I might play with these.” He traced his finger along the inside edge of her matching black lace thong, then traced the string between her buttocks to her wet center. “But today…” He kicked her legs apart. “They need to come off.” With a vicious jerk, her tore her panties away and tossed them on the shelf.
“Boots?” She looked back over her shoulder, licked her lips. Her long black leather boots, sleek and supple and crisscrossed with laces, had been an extravagance at a two-for-one sale. She and Connie had split the cost when Connie found a pair of fringed suede boots she just had to have.
“I like this look.” Zane slicked his fingers along her wet *, holding her tight against his shoulder with his fist in her hair. “Naked in boots. Wet and wanting. Under my control and at my mercy.” He cupped her sex, then splayed his fingers, forcing her legs to part. “Open wider for me, sweetheart. Got a lot of playing to do down here and I don’t want to bruise those pretty thighs.”
Evie eased her legs further apart, leaving her totally open to him, vulnerable and exposed.
“Beautiful.” He stroked her ass gently even as he pressed her against the table. Her nipples brushed over the cold, damp, gritty surface. Sinfully erotic.
“Up on your elbows. Hands apart. Hold the corners of the table. If you let go, I’ll tie them in place.” His low, sensual command turned her blood to molten lava and she spread her arms and gripped the rough, hewn wood. The edge of the table dug into her belly, just above her mound, the painful pressure only inflaming her need as her body stretched to accommodate his demands.
She heard the snap of his cut, the soft rustle of clothing, and the rattle of a chain. But when she tried to look over her shoulder, Zane pressed her head down, cheek to the table.
“This is my show.” He leaned over, his bare chest hot against her cool skin, his hard, cock wedged firmly between her open thighs. “And I want to spend some time playing dirty with you.”
Before Evie could ask how much dirtier he could get, he pulled her hips back from the table, then crouched in front of her and feathered kisses along the inside of her thigh, his beard an erotic prickle over her skin. “I wanna taste you, Evie. I spent a week in jail in Stanton imagining every sweet inch of your body, trying to remember your honey.”
“Yes.” Unable to see or touch him, she gripped the edges of the table and focused on the rasp of his breathing as he worked his way toward her center, and the brush of his lips over her heated skin. She wiggled, angled her hips to get him where she wanted him to go. She needed him, craved his touch and the release only he could give her.
“Stay still.” His finger slicked through her folds in a slow, gentle caress that made her jerk against him.
“More.”
Zane chuckled, a low deep rumble that vibrated in her core. “This?” He slicked his finger through her *, spreading her moisture up and around her clit. “Or this?” He flicked his tongue over the throbbing bundle of nerves, as his bristles scraped over her sensitive skin. Evie shuddered in response.
“Lick me again.”
He teased her clit with the tip of his hot, wet tongue, the touch so light she wanted to scream, and then he thrust a finger inside her. Evie groaned at the intimate intrusion. Zane added a second finger, thrusting with firm, relentless pressure as he teased her clit, licking up and around, but never where she wanted him to go. With his expert touch, he held her on the edge, letting her peak and bringing her down before she could sail into oblivion.
“Zane. I can’t take anymore. Please.”
He thrust again, curling his fingers against her sensitive inner walls, and then his mouth clamped over her clit. Her climax came in a rush of wet heat, flooding her * and sending her spiraling in a wave of sensation.