Stolen by a Sinner (Sinners #3)(56)

“Okay,” she murmurs.

Lowering my head, I claim her mouth in a searingly hot kiss. I pour all my emotions – the anger, the confusion of the past two weeks while I tried to figure out what the fuck I was feeling, and the fear of losing her – into her mouth.

I wrap an arm around her lower back and tug her right against my chest.

Lara’s hands splay over my shoulders as our tongues massage, our teeth nip, and our breaths become one.

It feels like I’m losing my mind with need, my hands starting to eagerly move over her body. They explore the curve of her hips, her ribs, her breasts.

The kiss turns downright filthy as I pinch her nipples into hard buds. Lara lets out a needy moan, her hands finding the nape of my neck and tugging at my hair.

A knock at her door has me ripping my mouth away from hers and barking, “What?”

The door opens, and Nisa peeks inside, then her eyebrows fly into her hairline. “Nothing. Don’t worry.” She starts to pull the door shut. “Ah… continue.”

Letting out a chuckle, I shake my head as the door shuts. When I look down at Lara, she’s breathless, her lips beautifully swollen.

“As much as I’d like to continue this, I need to get back to work.”

“Okay.”

I lift my hand and brush the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip. “While I’m gone, there’s something I want you to do.”

“What?”

“Go to my bedroom tonight. You’ll find a vibrator in the right bedside table drawer. I want you to climb between the sheets and make yourself come, but don’t go too deep. Just use the tip, so your virginity remains intact.”

Her eyes are wide on me, embarrassment darkening them and coloring her cheeks.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

Brushing my thumb over her lips again, I explain, “It’s to help you stretch so you’ll be able to take me.”

“Okay.”

“Only the tip of the vibrator. Don’t you dare push it in deeper.”

She nods.

I lean forward until my lips brush against her ear. “Also, rub it against your clit. It will make you come quicker.”

“Okay,” she breathes, desire filling the single word.

I straighten up and adjust my hard as fuck cock in my pants. “The things I do for money.” I give her a quick kiss then walk to the door. “I better get back to work.”

“I’ll miss you.”

Her words have me turning back to her, and grabbing hold of her, I kiss the ever-loving fuck out of her. “Imagine I’m fucking you when you make yourself come.”

“Ah… okay.”

Remembering to take the fountain pen Lara gave me, I leave the room before I give in to my hunger. I stalk to the east wing to find Eymen so we can get back to business.

When I walk into the dining room, it instantly goes quiet. I look at Eymen. “Are you done eating?”

“Evet.”

My grandmother gets up, and taking hold of my arm, she pulls me out of the room. There’s a worried look on her face as she asks, “Is Lara okay?”

I nod. “For the love of all that’s holy, let this be the last time they visit.”

“Evet,” she agrees. “I won’t force the issue again.”

I press a kiss to her forehead as Eymen comes out. He gives me an apologetic look. “I’m sorry for their behavior. It won’t happen again.”

On my way out of the house, I run into Murat. “Go buy a phone for Lara. Set the thing up and make sure it’s charged before leaving it on my bed.”

“Evet, Gabriel Bey.”

I might have to work, but I’ll definitely make time to hear her come.





Chapter 35


Lara



I wait until the house is quiet before I sneak to Gabriel’s room.

When I slip inside, I softly shut the door behind me. There’s a light shining from the bed, and walking closer, I see it’s a phone.

Gabriel’s name flashes on the screen. I haven’t handled a cellphone much, and after three swipes over the screen, I finally manage to answer the call. “Hello?”

“What took you so long?”

“I waited for everyone to go to bed.”

“Open the drawer and take out the vibrator,” he instructs.

I can’t believe I’m doing this.

I pull the vibrator from the drawer and stare at the hot pink shaft.

“It’s pink.”

“Like your pussy, Ödülüm,” Gabriel murmurs, his voice low.

Holy crap.

My face goes up in flames, but heat pours through my body from his filthy words.

“Strip naked and lie down on my bed,” he orders, his desire tensing the words. Then he quickly adds, “Put the phone on speaker.”

“How?”

“There’s a little speaker icon. Press it.”

I search for it on the screen and press my thumb to it. “How do I know if it worked?”

“You’ll know,” his voice fills the room.

“Won’t the others hear you?”

“No. My bedroom is too far from theirs, so feel free to scream when you orgasm.”