Owned by a Sinner (Sinners 2)

She rests her cheek against my chest, then asks, “Are we still going shooting tomorrow morning?”

“Definitely. The sooner you can handle a gun, the sooner I’ll find rest for my soul.”

I let her go, and as she walks to the kitchen, I say, “I’m going to shower.”

“Okay. What are you going to drink with your food?”

I head toward the stairs. “Just a bottle of water, baby.”

Rushing through the shower because I seriously don’t have energy tonight, I quickly dry off and pull on a pair of sweatpants.

When I come down the stairs, Kiara grins at me. “Do you know gray sweatpants on a man is porn for a woman?”

“Is that so?” I chuckle as I take a seat on the couch.

Kiara hands me the plate of spaghetti bolognese she made and sets the bottle of water on the coffee table.

“Yep, especially if the guy has those fuck-me-muscles you have.”

I lift an eyebrow at her. “Fuck-me-muscles?”

“The V by your hips. It’s like an arrow straight to your cock.”

I can’t keep the grin in any longer. “It’s cute when you say fuck and cock.”

She packs up the cards and chips, then pins me with one hell of a seductive look. “I want you to fuck me so hard with your cock that I won’t be able to walk a straight line tomorrow.”

No longer cute. Jesus.

I lean forward to set the plate on the coffee table, but Kiara wags a finger at me. “Oh no, first have your dinner before you can have dessert.”

I give an incredulous look. “Are you trying to kill me, woman?”

She lets out a burst of laughter. “I’ll make you a deal.”

“Let me hear it.”

“For every bite you take, I’ll take off a piece of clothing.”

“Deal.” I shovel a bite into my mouth.

Kiara bends right over and takes a sock off.

The little game continues until she’s standing in her bra and panties, and I’ve had enough.

Setting the plate down, I get up. “You wet for me, baby?”

“Soaked,” she purrs.

I slip my hand between her thighs, and feeling the evidence of her arousal, I smirk. “Good. Now bend over the couch and hold on tight.”

Chapter 43

Kiara

Standing in a cubicle at the shooting range, Liam’s chest presses to my back, his arms coming around to my front and holding my hands.

“Lock your elbows in,” he murmurs near my ear, and of course, my mind goes straight to the gutter instead of focusing on the task at hand.

“When you pull the trigger, the recoil’s going to hit and push you back. Don’t get a fright.”

With my man at my back, I train the barrel on the target.

“Squeeze the trigger.” His breath fans over my ear, sending goosebumps scattering over my skin.

So hard to focus right now.

I pull the trigger, and a force has me slamming into Liam. His hands grip my hips to help me steady myself.

“You make it look so easy,” I grumble. “I didn’t even hit the target.”

“Don’t worry about the target. First, get used to the power of the gun. You have to think of it as an extension of your arm.” His hold on my hips tightens. “Again.”

This time, I brace myself, and pulling the trigger, I don’t bump into Liam but manage to hold my ground.

“Again.”

I keep firing until my hands are tingling from the vibration of each shot.

“Reload the clip,” Liam orders.

I let the empty one slide out and shove a new clip in. When I take aim, Liam’s hand trails down my butt, slipping between my legs. He starts to stroke the skin where my shorts end.

“I’m trying to concentrate,” I mutter.

“Fire the gun, baby.”

I pull the trigger as he starts rubbing me. “I’m going to kill someone by accident if you keep doing that.”

“You won’t. Just keep firing.” His voice is low and tempting as hell.

I line up the barrel again, then Liam unbuttons my shorts and shoves his hand down the front.

Oh, God. I’m really going to kill someone.

His fingers massage the hell out of me. “Shoot, Kiara.”

I pull the trigger as he pushes a finger inside me.

“People are going to see,” I moan.

“I don’t give a shit. Just focus on shooting.”

“While you’re fingering me?” Oh, God. “Are you insane?”

“If I want you coming on my hand, you’ll fucking come on my hand.” He pinches my clit, making me almost cry out. “Don’t you dare cry out. Pull the fucking trigger.”

I fire at the target, my breaths speeding up as he works my clit into a frenzy of pleasure. “Liam,” I whimper.

He rubs his cock against my lower back. “Feel how fucking hard you make me. Seeing you handle my gun is like watching you suck my cock. A fucking turn-on. Shoot, baby.”

I fire another shot, then my body curls forward as I come apart on his fingers.

When the last pleasure spasms through me, reality returns full force. I glance around to check if anyone saw and let out a relieved sigh when I don’t find some person gawking at us.