The Sinner (The St. Clair Brothers 1)

“Sorry, I changed my mind about the show.”

I had no response. My brain short-circuited. I couldn’t think. Not with Seb’s shirt hanging open, exposing the most exquisite torso I'd ever laid eyes on. Wide, sculpted pecs that were surprisingly smooth, with only a tiny amount of dark hair sprinkled in the center, topped a set of abs cut with so many grooves and ridges it would take a week to explore them all… preferably with my tongue.

“You going to help me out, or just lie there?” I tore my gaze from his mouthwatering body to look at Seb’s face. He smirked and gestured toward my jeans. “Take them off.” His fingers continued to work on removing his own clothes. Seb unbuckled his belt and the clang of metal made me flinch. Seb shucked his pants and waited for me to obey the command.

Yes, sir.

I couldn't move fast enough. Unfortunately, skinny jeans cannot be removed quickly. It took a bit of maneuvering, but after the most frustrating fifteen-seconds of my life, I finally kicked them free. I turned back to Seb and bit the inside of my cheek to keep from pouncing on him like an animal. Stripped down to only a pair of charcoal gray boxer briefs and a rosy flush that stained his neck and upper chest, Seb was without a doubt the most stunning human being alive.

Once I was down to a matching lacy black bra and panties—thank you Jesus for reminding me to do laundry yesterday—Sebastien lunged. In one swoop, he gathered my wrists in one of his huge hands, maneuvered them over my head, and held them there, using his body to press me into the mattress. He was no lightweight. I was trapped beneath him with no way to escape. And I loved it. The walls of my pussy clenched around nothing but empty space and I whined with need. Desperate, I lifted my hips to get some friction.

“Ah, ah, ah. No moving,” Seb chastised. I stared into his eyes, and wondered what he saw

in mine. Could he see how frantic and horny I was? How much I wanted what he was doing to me? “You like this,” he rasped and gave my wrists a squeeze. My belly clenched as a bolt of pleasure shot straight to my pussy. I gasped and squirmed in his tight hold. “You do. You like being held down.” The excitement in his voice was unmistakable, almost reverent. Like me, Seb hovered on the edge of losing his composure.

Was it possible he shared my darkest fantasy? The carnal look on Seb’s face said yes, so I pushed every ounce of embarrassment aside, and for the first time in my life, confessed my desires to another person.

“Y-yes. I like being held down. I mean, I like having you hold me down,” I clarified, because, let’s be honest, I’d never been held down. Seb’s eyes flashed hungrily and another wave lust crashed over me. I had to concentrate not to arch off the bed or rub up against him like a dog in heat.

“Can I tie you up?” Seb thrust his hips down, finally pressing his hard, thick length where I needed it most. Of course, Seb knew what I wanted and ground his hips in teasing little circles, enough to drive me crazy, but not to get me off.

A plaintive wail escaped before I could stop it. Oh god. I did want him to tie me up. So much. But… I didn’t really know him. Being rendered vulnerable sounded good in the recesses of my fantasies, but to do it for real? The thought was daunting. I chickened out with Grant Pierce, afraid of being helpless. Only, I wasn’t afraid of Sebastien St. Clair. For whatever reason, I trusted him.

I gave a sharp nod. “You can tie my hands together. That’s it. Not my feet, and not to the headboard.”

Baby steps.

Seb grinned. “Couldn’t do that even if I wanted to.” He winked and once again, ground his cotton-clad erection between my thighs, driving me wild. I thrashed beneath him as pleasure rippled through me. “Which I do. God, I really do. Too bad the headboard is solid and mounted to the wall. There’s nothing to tie you to.”

Oh.

Without letting go of my wrists, Sebastien groped behind himself with his free hand. He found what he wanted and brought it around where I could see it. My nostrils flared.

His tie.

“Now,” he said, his voice so sexy and deep, he may as well have reached down and caressed my wet slit with his fingers. “You’re going to be good while I do this.” Slowly, building up my excitement until I was practically shaking with desire, Seb wrapped the silky material around my wrists. “I won’t make it too tight, that way you’ll be able to get free if you need to.” The swish of the fabric sliding against itself as he tied the knot added to the erotic atmosphere. “There.” Seb tugged on one end and sat back on his haunches to inspect his work. His pupils grew as his gaze flicked up and down. “Fuck, you’re even hotter than I ever could have imagined.”

By that point, my attention had fixated on Seb’s body, taking in every last dip and curve. I was too busy studying the flex and ripple of muscles beneath smooth, tan skin, and the tantalizing trail of dark hair that disappeared under the band of his boxer briefs, to notice the way he was staring at me. Until, that is, I finished my perusal and glanced up. He stole the breath out of my lungs.

No man ever looked at me the way Sebastien St. Clair did. Like he wanted to devour me whole. Like he had so many delicious options spread out in front of him, he couldn’t decide where to start. The ensuing blush burned all the way to my ears. I squirmed and rubbed my thighs together, horny, wet, and beyond ready.

Seb shuffled back and placed his hands on my ankles. He took his time torturing me, sliding his palms up my legs inch by inch. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him and held my body perfectly still as I waited to see what he would do next. When he neared the place I so desperately wanted him to touch, the bastard skipped over it, instead shifting up to caress my ribs. When he reached my shoulders, Seb straddled my hips. The pressure felt good, but wasn’t nearly enough. He knew that, of course, and that crooked, handsome smirk came out to play. In an unexpected move, Seb stuck his index fingers in the cups of my bra and yanked them down, hooking the material beneath my exposed breasts.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn gorgeous.”

With him sitting on my hips, looking but not touching, I was beyond desperate, ready to beg for something… anything, to ease the pressure that throbbed between my thighs. He cupped my breasts and gently kneaded them. The callouses on his hands provided an amazing sensation, rough and abrasive against my delicate skin. Watching my reactions carefully, Seb rolled my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. I was never much for nipple play, as it didn’t really do it for me. But when Seb gave the tender buds a firm twist, my hips flew off the bed and I nearly came.

“Yessss…” I hissed.

“Too hard?”

I stared up at my smoking hot, slightly deviant, sexy as hell bed partner through hooded lids. After licking my parched lips, I shook my head and admitted what I wanted.

“Harder.”

Seb’s expression transformed from turned on to wicked. He looked like a man who just received the best present of his life. Blue eyes glittered with an almost sadistic glee.

Seb did as requested and pinched my nipples with more force and twisted them. I screamed in ecstasy as my pussy spasmed. The orgasm took both of us by surprise. Seb grinned as I writhed and moaned and wriggled beneath him. By the time the final shudder ran through me, I lay on the bed, sweaty and panting,