Billionaire’s Sins by L. Steele

25

Ava

The tone of his voice slices through the thoughts in my mind. It coils around my breasts, slithers down to nestle between my legs. I shiver. "B…but…your vows."

"Fuck my vows."

I blink. A part of me rejoices. Yes, yes. This is what I wanted to hear. This is what I’ve been hoping for since I first met him… so… Why am I not jumping for joy? Why am I not throwing myself at him, winding my arms around his neck, locking my legs around his waist and dry humping myself on the tent in his crotch?

"Edward?" I stiffen, "What’s wrong?"

"What’s wrong is that you are still dressed."

"And you’re not..." I stare at his throat, "you’re not wearing your collar."

"I won't be needing it anymore."

"What does that mean?" I scowl.

"You don’t get to ask the questions," he growls. "Which reminds me, why are we still standing here?"

"What do you mean?"

He closes the distance between us, so the heat from his body slams into my chest. "Do you or do you not want me to fuck you, Ava?"

My core clenches. My toes curl. All of my nerve-endings seem to light up. Jesus—and it is okay to use his name, since we’re not standing in a church, right? This man... The power he has over me... It’ll never go away, not until the day I die. Not even then. Bet he’ll haunt me in my afterlife and chase me through the catacombs of hell, which is clearly where I am going, considering I tempted one of God’s most faithful disciples.

"What have I done to you, Ed?" I tip up my chin, stare into those brilliant brown eyes of his.

"Are you done?" he grates out through clenched teeth. "I am asking you for the last time, Ava, do you want me to shag you or not?"

I draw in a sharp breath, then nod my head.

"I didn’t hear you," he growls.

"Y…yes," I whimper.

"Say it like you mean it, Eve."

"Yes," I snap. "Yes, yes, ye—"

He thrust his thumb inside my mouth. "Suck on it," he orders, and I curl my tongue around his digit. The saltiness of his skin, combined with that edgy, darkness that is pure Edward sinks into my blood. My pussy spasms. Moisture trickles down the inside of my legs.

He darts his gaze down to my crotch as if he can see right through my panties. I’m pretty sure he can’t. Bet he senses it, though. He’s always known what he does to me. How helpless I am in the face of his commands. All he has to do is ask and I’ll lay myself down at his feet, legs apart, asking him to wreck me.

A moan bleeds from my lips. He jerks his chin up, his gaze alert, watching me, assessing me, stalking my every single movement. I freeze, not wanting to give myself away… Well, not more than what I have revealed so far, that is. Shit, at this rate, I am not going to last. I am going to orgasm just being in his presence… Yep, totally possible when it’s Edward. The man exudes enough testosterone that just being close to him has heightened the senses of every single cell in my body.

He stares at my mouth with such intensity that a shudder ladders down my spine. I squeeze my thighs together and he scowls. "Stop fidgeting."

He drags his thumb down my chin, down my throat to the valley between my breasts. "You’re so fucking beautiful, Ava." His words are complimentary but his tone… It’s brooding. Almost angry. His eyebrows slash down and he hooks his finger in the neckline and tugs. The thin cloth tears down the middle.

I gasp, look down to find the two halves gape enough to expose the sides of my breasts. The fabric catches on my nipples and stays there.

"Fuck me," he growls. "The things I want to do to you, Eve. If only I had more time."

"What do you mean? We have time. You only just got here, you—"

"Shh," he raises his finger back to my lips, "any last requests, Eve?"

I gulp; my fingers tremble. Shit, that sounds dangerous and surprising and so bloody hot.

"L…last, requests?" I manage to squeak.

He cups my cheek, stares into my eyes, "Once I bury myself inside of you, you won’t be doing any talking. Hell, I’m going to make sure I fuck you so hard, and in every hole in your body, in such quick succession that your brain cells are going to be out of commission for a while..." he explains in a matter-of-fact voice.

It's so different from his normal tone that I stare at him. "Is e... everything okay, Ed?"

"Everything is not okay, Eve," he explains patiently. "You are still standing and coherent." He shakes his head. "We need to change that."

"We…we do?"

He nods.

"Turn around and put your hands against up the wall," he orders.

"What?" I blink.

"Don’t ask me to repeat myself. You won’t like the consequences."

"I… I won’t?"

He shakes his head.

"Do it, Eve." His gaze narrows. "Now."

I turn, head for the wall, then stop and stare at him over my shoulder. "My phone?" I manage to force out the words. "What about my phone?"

"This?" He takes it from me, stares at it. "You won’t be needing this for a while." He tosses it over his shoulder.

I squeak, then exhale a sigh of relief when it lands on the couch.

He prowls toward me, circles the air with his finger.

I scowl.

He glares at me and I shiver.

He arches an eyebrow and I bite down the inside of my cheek. Shit, this…whatever mood he is in, is hot. Only… Something is different. I haven’t known Edward long enough, but one thing I’ve always believed in, that I could trust him. This…this man standing in my living room… There’s a sense of desperation, a ruthlessness that…feels right. Yeah, it feels right, and yet, it’s also disconcerting. It’s as if he’s peeled back a layer, the mask that he wears to the world, to reveal the wolf beneath…the wolf in sheep’s clothing. Yeah, he was always alpha, even—perhaps especially—dressed in his priest’s garb. But this version of Ed? This snarling, growling, jeans and shit-kickers garbed Ed… It’s a whole new level. A person I have no hope of trying to control. Not that I want to… But also, I don’t want to give in and do as he says. I mean… I’m not one to just be commanded… Though I like it, I want it, yearn for it. But I also want to be conquered. Know what I mean?

I turn to face the wall, raise my hands, then realize I’m still holding the goddamn wooden spoon in my hand. "Oh." I stare at it, and he reaches over my shoulder, plucks the weapon—I mean, utensil—from my grasp. Shit, now I feel truly naked. I mean, I still have some clothes on, but now I have nothing to defend myself with. Not that I want to defend myself against this guy…but… Yeah, shit, now I really am at his mercy.

"Ed?" I whisper and he shushes me.

"No talking, Eve."

"But—"

Whack.The back of the wooden spoon connects with my butt.

"What the—?" I screech. "Did you just spank me with that—?"

Whack, whack, whack. He hits my arse in quick succession with that freakin’ wooden spoon and pinpricks of pain radiate from my backside. My core spasms. Moisture pools between my legs and I press my forehead into the wall. Damn it, this should not arouse me. Should not. Really shouldn’t. But I am turned on. No denying. What’s wrong with me?

I turn my head, scowl at him over my shoulder.

He slaps the wooden spoon against his palm, and the soft thud sends a shiver racing down my spine again. He tilts his head, holds my gaze, then nods as if satisfied.

"I assume you still want me to fuck you?"

I frown.

"Say no, and I’ll leave," he adds.

I blink. Why is he doing this? Is he giving me another way out? Why did he barge in, in the middle of the night? Is he on his way somewhere? He is, that’s for sure. So why has he stopped here first? Did he miss me? Maybe. Does he want me? Yes. Does he need me? Definitely. It’s why he came by. Whether he knows it or not, he seeks comfort— No, he needs to give in to whatever is tearing him apart inside. Something he is not ready to share, something that’s shaken him enough to turn his back on his vows, his life-long pursuit of discipline, of the framework within which he’s lived his life, and come to me. And I can’t turn him away, I can’t. More to the point, I need him as much as he needs me. If this is the only way I am going to have him, then so be it.

I nod my head.

The breath rushes out of him. "Say it aloud."

"Yes."

His eyes gleam. Something like satisfaction laces his features. "I’m going to take your mouth, and tear into your pussy, then I’m going to fuck you in the arse. You’ll let me do that, won’t you sweet Eve?"

Ava

His filthy words send a surge of heat through my veins. My pulse rate skyrockets. My knees wobble, and if I hadn’t had my palms pressed into the wall, I swear I’d have collapsed by now. Who’d have thought the straight-talking Father Edward Chase has a dirty mouth on him? I stare up into his face, and his nostrils flare.

"Say yes, Eve," he growls. "Say you want me to take you in every hole. Tell me you want me to fuck you wherever I choose. Do it," he snaps, his tone half belligerent, half pleading. "Do it, Eve, you have my permission to speak."

I rake my gaze across his tense features, his flexed shoulders, the hard set of his stance as he stands there, watching me, waiting for me to tell him that it is okay for him to fuck me in the arse. Shit. I squeeze my eyes shut. Once I say yes, there is no going back. Once he has his hands and his mouth on me and his fingers inside of me, I’ll be branded as his. He’ll have spoiled me for everyone else. I’ll never be able to look at another man and not feel Edward’s touch, his kisses, the force of his presence, the strength of his attraction, the pull of that something inside of him, which is just so carnal yet so pure, so single-minded and intense that there could be no space for anyone else in my heart, my mind, my…soul. Only he can reduce me to this mass of quivering need that propels me to take the leap. That spurs me on to open my eyes, look him in the eyes and say, "Yes."

The breath rushes out of him. He flings the wooden spoon aside, closes the space between us and kicks my legs further apart. Then, he leans in close enough for his body heat to envelop me. His big body looms over me as he presses his nose into my hair and inhales deeply. A ripple runs down his body and I know then just how affected he is by his proximity to me, as well.

"You smell so bloody good, Eve," he rumbles. He nuzzles into the curve between my ear and my neck, then runs his tongue around the shell of my ear and sucks my earlobe. My core clenches and moisture trickles down my thigh.

A groan bleeds out of me and he shudders. He presses his body into mine and the hardness of his arousal digs into the curve of my arse.

"F-u-c-k," he growls against my hair, then air hits my back. I glance over my shoulder to find he’s dropped down to his knees, between my legs. My throat closes. He hooks his finger under the waistband of my panties and tugs. The delicate material snaps and he whips it off of me. He stuffs it in his pocket, then shoves his shoulders between my thighs, forcing me to part them further. He grips my hips, then lowers his head and swipes his tongue up my melting pussy.

Heat sweeps up my spine and the blood rushes to my face. Ohmigod. What the hell is he doing? How are his movements so sure, so focused? He’s done this before. Of course, he has. No other way, could he know his way around a woman’s body so well—oh! — He stabs his tongue inside my channel, in-out-in, and I throw back my head and pant.

He curls his tongue inside my core, slides his hand between my pussy and the wall and circles my clit with his fingers. I snap back my shoulders, simultaneously push against the wall and thrust my hips forward, riding the thrust of that wicked tongue, chasing the drumming of his fingers across my pussy lips. He brings his other hand up to cup my butt, then slides his thumb in between my arsecheeks and inside my puckered hole.

He continues to tongue-fuck me, while grinding his heel into my clit and sliding his thumb deeper inside my backhole.

Heaven help me.

Where did Father learned to eat out a woman like this?

The tremors sweep up my legs, coil in my center, then surge up my spine. I slap my palms into the wall, squeeze my eyes shut and give in to the orgasm that tears through me.

It seems to go on and on, then fades away as suddenly. I slump back, trembling. Sweat beads my shoulders and my back, my knees tremble, and my thighs spasm, unable to hold me up. The next second, the world tilts. I crack my eyelids open to find that I am on my back, on the floor, with Edward looming over me.

"I am going to fuck you now."

His words slice through the noise in my head. I stare up at him as he reaches down and releases the zipper on his jeans. He shoves his hand into his briefs pulling himself out and pumps, once, twice, thrice. I gaze down at his long, thick, hard, length. It’s gorgeous. Almost as beautiful as the man himself. Not that I have seen many cocks, not in real life, at least. Hello Pornhub, you’ve had your uses, but you have nothing on this one-hundred percent virile specimen who sits back on his heels, between my thighs. He slides his hand between us, scoops up the cum from my slit, and slathers it into my backhole.

No.I shake my head and clench my buttcheeks.

"Shh." He lowers his head to mine, brushes his mouth over mine, once, twice. I part my lips and he slides his tongue inside, tangles with mine. He sucks on me, draws from me. He groans into my mouth and I swear it feels like he’s poured himself into his kiss. All of him. I taste myself on his breath, breathe in the lingering scent of frankincense, and under that, the familiar cut grass scent that is him.

It’s so familiar, so reassuring that I relax.

My muscles unwind. I loop my arms about his neck, return the kiss. I open my mouth wider, tangle my tongue with his, and his big body shudders. I lean up and into him, strain to get closer. He hooks his arms under my knees, pulls them up, only to wind my ankles about his neck.

"Hold on," he growls as he inches his dick into my backhole.

"Oh," I gasp into his mouth, "oh, my."

He doesn’t let up. He slides his tongue in and out of my mouth, while he slips a hand between us and curls his fingers around my clit. Heat slices through me; sweat pools under my armpits. Moisture drips from my cunt, as I shudder and dig my fingertips into his shoulders, wrap my ankles more securely about him…wait as he releases my mouth to gaze into my eyes.

"You’re so tight," he rasps. "So hot." He thrusts his hips and slips inside further.

Too much, too full."Edward," I gasp, "you’re too big."

"I’m just right for you." He slips one thick finger inside my pussy and I shudder. He slides in another and begins to work them in and out of me. In and out.

All the while he holds my gaze, his golden eyes now a dark brown, almost as dark as the skies outside. I tip up my chin and he lowers his lips to mine again. He licks my mouth, presses his thumb into my clit, and curls his fingers inside my channel.

I arch under him, push my breasts up and into his chest, even as I shy away from the coming hurt. "Please," I whimper. "Please, Ed."

"Tell me what you need, Eve." He picks up speed, saws his fingers in and out of me, the wet, squelching sound of my flesh giving in to him filling the space. It’s filthy, dirty and oh, so erotic.

The pores of my skin pop and a shudder grips me. My nipples tighten until they ache and my belly quivers. I tilt my hips up and he slides in and through the tight ring of my sphincter. "Oh," I gasp. "Ohmigod, Ed."

"Tell me how it feels," he commands.

"Like…" I swallow, "Like you’ve crammed yourself into me, like you are consuming me, and now I can never let you go."

A strange look enters his eyes. He glances away, then back at me. The tendons of his throat move as he swallows. "I’m going to have to go away, Eve. I’m going to have to leave."