Master of Her Sins
Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, locking me inside her as her body met every deep, punishing thrust with a fierce, desperate rhythm of her own.
She didn’t use the name of the Don. She didn't use the name of her captor.
“Seb… please,” she sobbed against my lips, her body tightening around mine in sharp, agonizing waves of a release that shattered through her veins.
I held her fiercely against my chest, my knuckles turning white against her skin as a low, primitive groan ripped from my throat, spilling myself deep inside her until the boundary between our survival and our destruction completely vanished.