The Secrets of Sin Book 2

Mari

Getting everything back on track, Brittany and I head to my room.

She stays with me as I get dressed. We speak about a few things and go into a little more detail on what all happened.

But not just about the bad news.

I also share the good news with her, including the numbers. I let her in on the bottom line, and when I tell her, she beams with pride and joy.

The hug she gives me around my neck almost knocks the both of us to the floor.

We plan to get dinner after work tonight, but go our separate ways so I can spend a little time with Ben. I know she wants to go over this with Erik more, too.

I stand in my bathroom, alone with my thoughts. My wig is on the counter, next to my mask. I stand in my outfit for the night. In the shade of the white light, I can see the outline of my tattoos.

The idea of what I want to do next strolls into my thoughts just as Ben comes into our room. I can hear him sigh and lounge out on the bed.

I stifle my flirty giggle and get into the final piece of my lustful attire. Peeking out the door, I am all too thrilled to see him flat on his back and one of the pillows covering his face.

Ben has been pretty much silent since last night with me and I can tell he’s still feeling off about the night we’ve had.

I know I have other choices about what I could do but I’m going to make him feel better about this. He’s about to see the side of Sin that I know he can’t resist.

My white pushup bra sits at my chest in a U shape, the cups fan in the style of seashells, and the golden stitch embroidery forms the band-like scales.

The design on the front of me is something I’d dreamed about. The white lace circles around my thighs to stop them from rubbing together.

The see-through mesh makes the gold pop against my skin.

This is one of my all-time favorite styles. A good old-fashioned bikini can do wonders.

In my wig and makeup, red lips, and long eyelashes, I add the final element—my white platform heel. The red bottom is such a fiery touch.

He doesn’t hear me move through the doorway.

Perfect.

“It’s just you and me now, Beast,” I say, my words dripping with Sin.

He moves the pillow off of his face and I wait until his eyes are on me to turn the black lights on.

My body lights up with the artwork we love so much.

Seeing the way the blue bleeds into black makes me all the more ready to get my hands on him.

The veins in his arms flex around his rippling muscles.

His hands ball up at his sides in an act to restrain himself. I know he can’t, though. Not for long.

The closer I get toward him, the more of that crumbling restraint starts to falter.

Leaning into him, I place one knee on the bed beside him and use my other leg to anchor myself on the floor.

I pull his heavy hand to me, liking the way his rough and calloused fist feels on the softness of my hands.

Looking at one another, I do all the work for him to feel the trail of wetness he causes me to make.

Taking his fingers apart, I control his middle one, using it to outline the curve of my lower lips through the fabric.

I love the way his nostrils flare at the feel of me.

“Not now, kitten,” he says. “Not after the night we’ve had.”

Sin cackles in my head. Oh, how sweet. He’s trying so hard now, isn’t he?

I slide down his body, creating just enough friction to feel how fast he is growing for me.

“Don’t you worry, Beasty. I’m going to make you all better now.”

Letting his hand go, I lean on him and shimmy down his tensing form.

With my knees now straddling his chest, I jiggle my boobs in his face. I move from side to side. I know he loves to motorboat me. I devour the heaviness of his breathing.

Sliding down some more, I bounce my butt a few times and hear him inhale.

I can tell already that it’s working. Sin is in control now and she knows just what to do. I look up at him.

He looks at anything else in the room. He’s trying to avoid me.

“Beasty, look at me,” I purr.

He doesn’t want to, but his blue eyes are drawn to me anyway. He can’t even tear them away.

He can see the angel wings on the backs of my arms in the light. He knows I’m his angel, even if I am a sinful one.

I turn around and slide the white straps down my shoulders. Turning so my chest can’t be seen just yet.

I ride the stiffening package he is attempting to keep from me.

I take it the rest of the way off and toss it across the room after I’ve made a show of it by dangling it down my bare back.

I place my feet back down on the floor and then slide my hands up his thighs.

I moan at the way his leg muscles twitch. More and more of his restraint falls away. His breathing is picking up even more.

He’s hard under his pants. I see it even before I run my hand over the huge bulge.

Our eyes meet. He’s not even trying to resist anymore.

I unzip his fly and dip my hand in to find his hardness, which springs out to meet my waiting mouth.

I take the tip of it in my mouth, marking it as mine with my red lips.

He growls as I stop to hold it in my hand, teasing him with the red lipstick ring I’ve left there.

My lighter-than-air giggle is what breaks him.

He snaps, and his beast takes the wheel as he puts both hands on the sides of my head. When I take it in my mouth again, he pushes it all the way down my throat.

It fills my mouth and throat with its thickness; a delicious sensation of fullness that drenches my panties.

I choke a little and then go back for more. I want to fill myself with him. He growls and breathes hard as I suck on it.

I can tell he’s not going to hold back for long. The grooves of his tip melt against my warm tongue. I know where to lick and how hard to suck.

But I want more than just this tonight.

I plant my hands on his knees and pull myself up to sit on his lap. His hands slide around the naked skin of my waist and his hard touch makes me tremble.

“I’m yours, Daddy,” I say, looking deep into his face, my lips reaching to brush his neck and leave a red lipstick mark to match the other ones I left.

With that, he flips me onto my back.

He nips at my neck before sinking his teeth around my pebbled nipple and sucks.

It sends currents of red-hot deliciousness right to my core as he runs his tongue over my sensitive buds again and again.

I’m gasping and moaning as he traces down my body and bites my stomach and my thighs. Just the nip of his teeth to my sensitive flesh drives us both wild.

Pulling at the sides of my panties, he uncovers the tattoo that brands me as his: Benjamin’s.

He pushes his finger along it and then immediately rips the panties off easily, like a wild animal hungry for its prey.

They were expensive, but I’m just relieved to…relieve one another.

“I’ve got to have you, kitten,” he says, pushing my legs apart to run his tongue over my pink slit, causing my core to melt as he pushes his huge fingers inside me.

I shiver as he stretches me out. I’m wriggling on his fingers and he can tell how I need him already. The excitement of everything that’s happened has me needing his touch more than ever.

He licks and sucks and then suddenly his mountainous frame is on top of me as he slides the full length inside of me.

He drags a moan from my lips with each thrust. He slams into me fast, each movement of his muscled body making my walls clench up.

“You feel so fucking good, kitten,” he rasps.

“I’m going to cum,” I whisper, feeling the tightness of it building inside me.

“Good girl, good fucking girl. That’s it, baby, cum for Daddy.”

“Yes, Daddy, yes…” I can feel my body burst apart like fireworks going off inside me as he slams his huge manhood into me over and over.

He’s barely holding back and I can feel him pulsing inside me and filling me up as he freezes in a roar of pleasure. His huge muscles tense up like there’s not a single one in his body that isn’t.

It’s this moment of us together that makes me feel all too bittersweet. I’ve missed him. I’ve missed us.

Ben

Mari falls asleep in minutes. I listen to her breathing and feel relief that she’s home, safe, in bed with me, where I can protect her.

I lie in bed, rolling from one side to the other, but I can’t get the images of that asshole out of my head.

I decide I need to relieve some tension.

This has never happened before. Normally, after fucking Mari, all my problems melt away and I can sleep like a baby.

But not tonight.

Tonight, I can’t get the image of his hands on her out of my mind. The idea is enough to set me off.

I walk out of the house to my spot in the yard. For now, I like this a whole lot better than the gym we’re working on. I give my punching bag a few moments of my time, making it jump and swing.

Like I should have made that guy’s head swing.

The bag turns into his face, and before I can even think about it, I’m in a frenzy, beating the living shit out of it. The chain breaks, coming off the hook and ripping down the middle.

My breath catches in my chest and there’s the unholy fire of pure hell rushing through my chest and commanding me to kill him.

A roar escapes me as I hit and hit, each punch setting the next one in an endless motion of violence. I’ll never stop.

Never.

I can’t get the image of his hands on her out of my head. It’s driving me crazy.

Every time I hit the bag, there’s a second of relief, and then an unbreakable need to hit again, to hit until he’s dead.

I punch and punch until I notice a smear of blood on the bag. I look at my hands. My knuckles are bloody.

Will I ever get the picture of his hands on her out of my head?