Sinning in Vegas (Vegas Morellis 2)

Still, I have to object. “Rafe, please, I’m not ready.”

My words don’t faze him. The sight of his long, thick cock reminds me what it felt like when he first pushed it inside me. The way I cried out and grasped for purchase above me, certain he wouldn’t fit. The instant pleasurable friction as his sizable instrument rubbed my walls the way no cock had before. I’d never come so fast, and he hadn’t even touched my clit. Prior to that moment, that was the only way I got off.

And that was only the beginning. Not even the appetizer, more a glance at the menu.

Fuck, I am out of my depths here.

Rafe jerks my head forward and I swallow my nerves, biting down on my lower lip as I eye up his dick.

“Put it in your mouth.”

I lean forward and open up, taking just the tip between my lips. I forgot his taste, but the salty flavor hits my tongue now as I drag it across his smooth head. I tell myself it’s already done, he’s already in my body, but something within me still resists.

Sin.

The part that still belongs to him, probably.

Double fuck.

My skin is hot, and I don’t know whether it’s from arousal, a faint sense of shame, or both. I pull my mouth off Rafe’s dick and rear back, but he doesn’t let up on my hair even a little bit. In fact, he tugs harder, spinning me around until I’m on my ass with my back pressed against the bed. I see his legs on either side of me, and I fight his hold, tugging my own hair even though it hurts.

“Let go,” I tell him.

His chuckle is a low hum in my ear as he leans down, locking an arm around my neck to draw me backward. His mouth hovers near my ear. I gasp in surprise and try to break free, but there’s no point. “You only had a taste,” he tells me. “You’re gonna take more than that tonight, kitten. I want you to kneel for me.”

I tip my head so I can meet his eyes when I glare at him. “No.”

Rafe shakes his head as if in disappointment, clucking his tongue. All at once, he releases my hair and my neck, but then he grabs me, lifts me, and dumps my body on the bed.

I go to skitter back, but get caught on the dress. Rafe smirks at me as he kicks off his slacks, then climbs on the bed with me. “Last chance,” he tells me.

What does that mean? I don’t have time to figure it out. Rafe grabs a fistful of my hair again and turns me over on my tummy. Cool air hits my legs as he drags my dress up, and he runs a hand over my ass. Before I have time to protest, Rafe draws his hand back and brings it down against my ass with a sharp smack.

I gasp, outraged. “Rafe!”

He yanks my hair, pulling me back like a bow. “Yes, kitten?” he answers, calmly. “Are you ready to suck my cock like a good girl?”

“Screw you,” I mutter.

“Maybe,” he answers, running his hand over the stinging spot on my ass. “I am looking forward to claiming this pretty little cunt again. I don’t even have to wear a condom now. I’ll feel every silky inch of you this time, won’t I?”

My head isn’t in the right place, so that feels like a threat. Like a thing to avoid. I know Rafe has no real intention of hurting me, he’s only playing rough, but the fear that travels down my spine would seem to indicate otherwise.

Since I haven’t amended my bratty behavior, Rafe brings another firm hand across my ass, then another. After the third swat, however, he pushes two fingers between my legs and rubs.

I moan helplessly, not wanting to get lost. I wanted it before. I wanted to submit to all the glorious torment he was putting my body through. I wanted to feel him move inside me, to brace myself on the bed while he fucked me like an animal.

When he rubs me now, when my body responds to him, I feel like a whore, and not in the sexy way. In the way that some confused part of my brain still feels like it belongs tied to Sin’s bed. I wouldn’t fight him like this—not unless he wanted me to, at least.

While physical pleasure builds from the rhythmic caress of Rafe’s fingers, my heart is twisting itself up in knots. Sin’s face flashes to mind and I try to crawl away, but Rafe shifts, pinning me to the bed with his knee and sliding a finger inside me. The passage is slick and easy. My breath catches and I try to wiggle my hips away, but a sharp stab of pleasure soars through me instead. I want to object, to make him stop, but my body wants the release more.

“Rafe,” I cry, closing my eyes.

He still has my head pulled back, but now he leans down to brush his lips across mine while he finger fucks me. I’m crawling out of my skin from the pleasure, so close I could cry.

“You want to come for me, kitten?”

I keep my eyes squeezed shut, but jerkily nod my head yes.