Sin I Rise: Part One (Sins of the Fathers 1)

It was dark and Maddox’s warmth was everywhere. Eventually I rolled over. I could hardly make out his silhouette. The curtains kept too much of the moonlight out. Maddox wanted me, and even if I’d never admit it, I felt attracted to him. Turned on even, as he’d said. I could follow my desire and hope it would save me, or I could deny myself what I wanted and rely on others to save me. Maybe I was a spoiled princess, but I didn’t need a prince to wake me from eternal slumber.

The dark seemed to cover us in a cocoon full of possibilities. I lay on my back beside Marcella. She smelled like trouble and temptation. She’d shifted and now her knee lightly touched my thigh, and the touch seemed to electrify my whole body. Her closeness wreaked havoc with me. She was warm and so goddamn close.

Being close to her every night was torture. Earl had mentioned that he’d contact Vitiello soon to make the exchange, and instead of looking forward to getting revenge, my only thought was that I’d lose Marcella before I even had her. I was such a dickhead.

“What are you thinking?” she asked.

“That I’ll regret ever inviting you into my room,” I said.

“Why?”

I had a feeling she knew of her effect on me. It was almost impossible for me not to check her out, not to fantasize about her day and night. “I think you know,” I said gruffly.

She moved, bringing us closer, but still only her knee touched me. I wanted to roll over and pull her against me, kiss her, taste her, especially that pussy I had been fantasizing about.

“Do I?”

My patience snapped. I rolled over, bringing our faces impossibly close. Even her breath was sweet as she exhaled sharply. I didn’t touch her, even though every part of me wanted to. “I can’t stop thinking about your pussy and if it’s dripping,” I said crudely, hoping to make the spoiled princess shy back, but she only swallowed.

“Nothing’s stopping you from finding out,” she whispered.

I was sure I’d misheard her. I touched her hip and after briefly tensing, she softened under my touch. “What are you doing? Do you think you can seduce me into helping you? How often do I have to tell you that’s not going to work?”

“And even if I were, wouldn’t it be worth it to get a taste of the spoiled princess?”

Fuck. I couldn’t resist. I stroked along her upper thigh then trailed my fingers inside the boxer shorts. Marcella’s warm breath brushed over my lips as she exhaled when my fingers slid under her underwear. I stifled a groan at the feel of her silky warm flesh. Her pussy was so fucking soft. She held her breath as I brushed my index finger along her slit. My fingertip discovered the subtle hint of wetness between her pussy lips. “Fuck,” I groaned.

Determined to tease more of it out of her, I traced my finger up and down her slit.

Her breathing was still slow and controlled but picked up when I began to scissor her pussy, stroking her between my index and my middle finger, and brushing my finger joints over her clit. She began to pant and soon my fingers were slick with her arousal. I couldn’t resist. I dipped one finger into her and stifled a curse. She felt as if I’d died and gone straight to heaven. She was so tight, Cody’s words came back to me. Maybe he was right. Fuck, I fingered her leisurely, wanting to savor every moment of this. She grabbed my shoulders and began to move her hips in rhythm with my fingers, chasing the heel of my palm with her clit. I slowed, and as I’d hoped she rubbed herself against my hand, driving my finger into herself over and over again. My cock was ready to explode.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered thickly.

“Fuck, you really think anything would stop me from fingering you until you cream? I’d even keep doing it, if my fingers fell off.”

“Shut up,” she groaned, then sucked in a sharp breath. I pumped faster, almost drunken on her moans and the feel of her tight walls around my finger. I added a second finger, my dick twitching at her sharp exhale. Her lips found mine for an uncoordinated kiss.

And then she exploded with a cry, her walls clenching around my fingers. Her orgasm was like an unstoppable avalanche, her juices running down my fingers and wrist. “Dripping,” I rasped.

Marcella only moaned softly as I kept pumping in and out of her slowly, prolonging her orgasm. Eventually I stopped but kept my fingers inside of her, relishing in the occasional spasm that took hold of her walls. I pulled out my fingers and brought them to my lips, licking them clean, making sure that she could hear what I did.