Gentleman Sinner(74)

‘Now that make-up sex is done, are you ready to be fucked like a whore?’

I swallow hard, nodding into my darkness, just as his palm collides with my flesh. A yelp, part surprise and part pain, jerks my body back, and my bum crashes into his groin. I get another swift slap in return.

‘Be still,’ he growls, his hand skimming the skin of my abused arse.

My hold on the bar tightens, blood whooshing in my ears. The folds of my entrance get separated, and when the tip of his cock slips across my slickness, I grit my teeth. ‘Your pussy.’ He slides in, his voice shaking. ‘Oh Jesus.’

The muscles of my walls greedily draw him into me, my hips rocking to accommodate his sheer size. Strong fingers dig into my flesh and hold me still, and I hear him working to control his laboured breathing. Any minute now, he’s going to power into action. I need to be prepared, so I join Theo and try to regulate my ragged breaths.

It’s futile.

The first crash of his body against mine catapults me forward on a scream. And from there, he finds his pace quickly, and he keeps it, pounding on, yanking me back on to him repeatedly until I’m dizzy and my throat is sore from my variations of screams and cries, ecstasy and pain, despair and delight. My arms brace against the bed, and the sounds of two people fucking wildly fill the room, probably even the whole damn mansion, maybe reaching as far as the Playground. How the bed is sustaining us is beyond me. He goes on and on, yelling, slapping my arse, and reaching down to feel my breasts. I begin to wonder how much more I can take when I hear Theo suck in air and hold it. He’s on his way. I can feel the thickening of his dick even through the chaotic thrusting of our bodies.

‘Oh, fuck,’ he bellows, slamming on harder. My mind blanks of everything except the unexpected orgasm that smashes into me with equal force as Theo’s body. The power of it takes me out, and I collapse to the bed, Theo following me down and grinding his hips in smooth, effective rotations.

The sheets are wet beneath me, my hair damp, and my skin burning. I was just fucked like a whore. And, strangely, I feel more precious than ever with my big man twitching on top of me, his skin slipping over mine as my cheek rests on the pillow and I stare across the bed. ‘See how much I want you?’ he pants, biting at my shoulder.

I beam wide, happy beyond description, and his mouth pauses. I feel him smile against my skin before he abruptly flips me to my back and pins me to the bed, my arms high above my head. His chest hovering above me, shimmering with sweat and undulating with his erratic breathing, only stretches my smile more, making my face hurt. How? How does he do this to me? He blows a cool stream of air across my cheek, dislodging a lock of hair that’s stuck there. Then he grins, arching a brow as he scans my flustered face.

The vision of raw masculinity floating over me is just . . . it’s just . . . just . . . I sigh. I’ve run out of words. Theo Kane is like marshmallow coated with steel. He’s a big softy in a hard exterior. He’s a certain kind of cut handsome that I think only I can see. Because the hard lines of his gorgeous face don’t affect me like they do others. I don’t tremble in my boots or shake with dread in his presence. Instead, I quiver with want and vibrate with need.

My gentleman sinner. ‘I want you, too,’ I say, and he smiles, closing his eyes and placing the wet skin of his forehead against mine.

But he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t need to. I can feel his appreciation, hear it in his calming breathing, and smell it in the thick scent of sex in the air. And I wonder . . . is he speaking in code? I’ve fallen for him, so fucking hard, but for the first time, I think about how Theo sees me. How he feels. Am I just a strange fascination to him, because he finds himself hyperaware of me and my touch? Because he craves it? Likes it? My heart sinks a little, because I wish for so much more from him. Then he drops the most tender of kisses on my lips and my heart lifts again. I’m being stupid. He’s given me no reason to doubt his intentions. Even his psycho behaviour speaks of a man who cares.

‘Let’s get ready. You can come with me today.’ He peels his body away from mine and gets up off the bed. I quickly prop myself up on my elbows so I can indulge in the delight of his naked back as he strides to the bathroom. I cross one leg over the other and ogle the striking definition, my gaze climbing up his thighs, over the perfect swell of his arse, up to his back. I tilt my head and get a few precious seconds to admire his tattoo before he disappears through the doorway. I collapse back to the bed and smile. ‘Where are we going?’ I call, hearing the spray of the shower kick in.

‘I have a few errands to run.’

What errands does a man like Theo Kane run? ‘I need clothes.’

‘Then we’ll stop by your place.’ He appears at the door with a razor in his hand, a cheeky grin spanning his face. ‘Do you think Callum strangled Jess or fucked her?’

I bolt upright on the bed and mentally run through last night. When it comes back to me, I throw wide, wary eyes at Theo. He nods, silently telling me that I remember right, before he returns to the bathroom. I’m up like a bullet. ‘Which is more likely?’ I ask, joining him by the Jack and Jill sink.

He swishes the water around the bowl, looking at me in the reflection of the mirror. My unabashed curiosity is clear, and Theo seems to find it amusing. ‘Knowing Callum, probably both.’

My expression morphs into horror as Theo chuckles, flipping the tap off. ‘Knowing Callum? What, does murdering someone while he fucks them turn him on?’ I’m getting very worried for my friend. I’ve not been able to read Callum from the second I met him, but his capabilities are pretty clear. He’s as dangerous as Theo, if a little more in control of himself.