Dark Need (House of Sin 3)

Oh God, April, get a grip. Close your eyes. Just close your damn eyes.

But no matter how hard I try, I can’t look away.

And neither can he.

It’s like we’re stuck in a perpetual battle of longing for something we cannot have. Something forbidden … but tempting beyond belief.

And the longer he continues to rub himself, the more my own pussy is starting to thump.

Why can’t I look away?

Why can’t I stop this yearning from growing inside me?

Pre-cum drips down his cock as he arches his back and tenses his muscles, making me swallow hard. Now I understand why my parents tried so hard to keep me away from men. Why they were so against my relationship with Eric. And why I have always been so fascinated by the idea of sex but never dared to act on it.

Because there is something so raw and primal about it that it makes even the most innocent among us want to sin.

My tongue instinctively dips out to lick my lip as he slides his hand across his length, his other hand resting on his thick, bulging abs, sweat dripping down his body, the look on his face carnal and completely mesmerizing.

And for a moment, I’m in awe at the visceral beauty of this beastly man.

He cocks his head, all while thrusting into his own hand. “Keep on looking …”

My pupils dilate, and a blush creeps onto my cheeks, but I will it down. “I wasn’t—”

“Yeah, you are,” he says, his voice gruff and raspy in a way that makes heat spread throughout my body. “I like it.”

He … likes it?

Oh, God.

Why can’t I stop it? Why can’t I stop turning so goddamn red?

I groan to myself, but it only makes him push himself off the rock and step closer to me, something I wasn’t prepared for.

What is he planning to do?

“I tried to ignore you, but you made it impossible,” he says, groaning as his thick bulge oozes pre-cum. “I need. I want.” He steps in front of me, placing both hands on the tree trunk while his cock sways around. “I never want for anything.” He searches my face until our eyes lock, and I still can’t fucking look away. “But you …”

He leans in and almost seems to take a whiff of my scent. The rumbling noise that leaves his mouth turns me into a puddle of goo.

“I want all of that …” he murmurs.

Never in my life has anyone said those words to me.

Not even Eric.

But hearing them from Soren’s mouth is something else entirely. And I don’t know if I can deal with how it makes me feel … how it makes me want him to take me.

He leans away. “But I can’t.”

I swallow down the nerves. He steps back until he’s only a few feet away, enough for him not to be able to touch me. There, he continues to rub himself.

“I can’t stop …” He groans, his veins bulging, the tip glistening with pre-cum as it grows bigger and bigger. “I want to mount you.”

Mount me?

I choke.

Oh my fucking …

Suddenly, he roars like a lion, and cum sprays out of his cock feet away. With his legs spread, he jerks it all out until he’s completely spent, releasing so much semen that I’d probably be covered from head to toe if I was anywhere near him right now.

But worse of all is the fact that my pussy is dripping. Needy. Craving the very thing he just said.

And I hate it.

I absolutely hate myself.

Something warm and sticky is stuck between my thighs, so I look down. It isn’t mine … it’s his. And when I look up, his eyes have also fixated on it.

He’s panting wildly, his cock only partially deflated like it refuses to be satiated by such a simple act as masturbation, and I can’t help but ogle him like an absolute mess. Until he saunters toward me, swagger and all, that big dick of his still swaying between his legs. And I’m still helplessly tied up to this tree, gawking my eyes out, doubting my own sanity.

He plants his hand on the tree again, narrowing his eyes. “You did this to me …”

I tilt my head to make myself feel less small in the presence of such a giant. “And I paid the price.”

His nostrils flare as he stares at me, his body so close that his dick is almost pressed up against me. Almost. But just the thought is enough to make me whimper.

“This will end, one way or another …” he whispers. “And you will be where you belong.”

Where I belong?

Does he mean the place he’s taking me?

Or with him?

No time to ask because he immediately lowers his eyes toward that spot on my leg that has a little bit of his cum. I gulp when his eyes flick up to mine and then back to my thighs. His thumb brushes over my skin. He swipes off the remaining cum with such a soft and delicate touch that it takes me by surprise. He cleans it off my body so meticulously and carefully that it almost feels like I’m a porcelain doll he needs to keep safe. Because he already broke it once, and it’s already full of cracks that won’t ever mend.