Sinning in Vegas (Vegas Morellis 2)

“That’s right,” he says, satisfaction heavy in his tone.

“Fuck, you feel so good inside me,” I tell him, lifting my hips to meet his thrust.

“Yeah?” he practically growls. “Tell me more.”

“I want you to stay inside me forever. I never want you to leave.”

“Trust me, pretty girl, I’m not going anywhere. I should’ve done this a long time ago. I should’ve done this the first time I laid eyes on you.”

I bite back a smile as he pumps into me again, filling me up with his hard cock and another spike of pleasure along with it. “That might’ve been awkward, considering I was fucking Rafe that weekend.”

The tenderness is gone in a flash and he pulls out of me, flips me over so fast I lose my breath, and locks his arm around my neck. Even though I know he’d never hurt me, fear shoots through me and my hands fly to his arm, trying to pry the unforgiving bar off me.

“Three strikes,” he says simply.

“What—?”

Then his hand comes down hard and he smacks my ass so hard it stings. I gasp and squirm, instinctively trying to wiggle away.

“Sin—”

A second hard swat comes down in the same place and it stings worse. That one sends a shudder of excitement traveling up my spine, though. My fingers tighten on his arm around my throat, but I don’t try to pry it off, I just hold on, bracing for the third swat.

Instead of a swat, that time he runs his palm across my ass, over the spot where he just spanked me. Then, just when I think he’s soothing me, he draws his hand back and smacks me again.

I cry out at the impact, at the burn that comes with it. Three strikes, he said. I think he’s done. I crane my head back to see, and the sight of him makes my heart drop right out of my rib cage. He’s magnificent when he’s angry, and he looks legitimately livid. His perfect jaw is locked tight, his dark eyes are narrowed with intensity, and his cock, oh, God, his perfect cock is jutting out, prepared to invade me again.

I can’t breathe. I need him inside me again. “I’m sorry,” I tell him, my gaze bouncing from his face to his cock. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say it.”

If he believes me or even

cares, I can’t tell. My words make no difference. He yanks one thigh to the side, then the other, and I let out a low, tortured moan as he shoves inside me again. It’s different this time, with me on my belly and his arm locked around my neck. Less tender, but oh, so much hotter. I’m pinned here, helpless, and his thrusts are angry, bruising, punishing.

“Oh, God,” I murmur mindlessly, pleasure spiking as he uses his cock to punish my pussy the way his hand punished my ass. It’s the greatest punishment of all time. I’m panting, desperate for every brutal thrust. He thrusts so hard it hurts, but it feels so good, too. “Oh, Sin.”

“That’s right, my fucking name. That’s the only name you say in this bed.”

I consider apologizing again, but damn, I’m not actually sorry, not if his punishments feel this good. I might start pissing him off more often.

His arm across my throat should feel threatening, but as he ravages my pussy, his strong arm is my anchor. I hold onto it, hold it close, even bite him when the tension gets to be too much.

As his cock batters my walls, his grunts of pleasure send me soaring. The evidence that my body feels as good to him as his feels to me is intoxicating. My throat is dry from sucking in breaths, from crying out with every powerful thrust. He labors over me so hard, so fast, so angry, so magnificent. My senses are overwhelmed, the tension in my body ratcheted up to the point that I want to cry. Still, he thrusts. Still, he punishes. It never stops feeling so fucking good, but I need release.

Sudden terror overcomes me. What if he stops? He’s a tease, and this is a punishment. I’ll cry. I will literally sob.

“Please, please, please,” I cry senselessly. I need to add more. I need to cry please don’t stop, but I can’t get out more words. My lungs burn with the effort to drag in breaths, to keep up with his frantic pace. I’m barely hanging onto my grasp on sanity, so great is my need.

“Say my name,” he barks.

Another thrill shoots through my already overly stimulated body. “Sin. Sin. Sin,” I cry it over and over and over.

He batters me again, and again, and again. The heat spreading through my body singes my nerve endings. Then finally, it hits—an orgasm I can only describe as violent, ripping right through me, hitting so much harder than the first one. It is so intense that my mind blanks, my body shudders uncontrollably, and I can only cry out and whimper incoherently. Sin’s arm around my neck tightens and he groans, shoving deep and pumping me full of his cum. “Aw, fuck, Laurel.”

My name on his lips extends the pleasure, extends the high. A sob wracks through me, then another. I feel tears leaking down my face, but I don’t know why. I’m just trying to draw air into my lungs. Sin collapses beside me on the bed, but his face freezes immediately when he sees my tears.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head, still not capable of words.