Deviant Sin: A Dark College Romance (Cruel Desires Book 1)

by Lee Piper

  His stare burns its way up my body. “Fuck, babe.” Sin’s mouth crashes into mine. He thrusts his tongue inside my mouth, daring me to keep up.

  My hands dive into his hair, teasing, twisting, tugging. I force him deeper, wanting but never quite reaching the satiation I crave. “More,” I pant, writhing against him. “I need more, Sin.”

  He spins me in a half circle. It takes a moment for my vision to clear, but when it does, the couch is before me.

  “Bend over.” He presses into my shoulder blades, forcing me forward.

  I do as he says and grip the soft fabric, fearing it won’t be enough to keep me grounded. Arching my back, I glance at him over my shoulder. “Like this?”

  Sin tears my panties from my body. He balls them in his fist, raises them to his nose, and inhales. “Yeah, like that.”

  I my bottom lip. “Jesus, that’s hot.”

  Sin shoves my panties in his pocket. Before I can question what he’s about to do, he drops to his knees. “I’m going to spread you open and fuck your cunt with my tongue until you come all over my mouth. Then I’m going to swallow your juices and get drunk on your taste.”

  With my core aching and my body on fucking fire, I nod, hoping to God I’m strong enough to survive this.

  True to his word, Sin spreads my ass cheeks wide. He groans. “Fucking gorgeous. Hold on, babe.”

  I barely have time to grip the cushion before he licks me from pussy to asshole.

  Head thrown back and lips parted, I moan.

  “That’s it. Tell the world who owns your wet cunt.” He swirls his tongue over my clit, then flicks it. Once. Twice. Three times.

  “Sin. Oh God, Sin.” Stars appear, dotting my vision with bright light.

  He flattens his tongue and licks his way to my opening.

  My pussy tightens as sensation builds. “I’m going to—”

  Sin thrusts his tongue inside my pussy, licking the inside walls like it’s his God-given right.

  An orgasm is torn from me. Waves of pleasure shoot from my center as my core convulses, throbbing to the beat of his name. White-hot sensation pours into every cell, burning me from the inside out.

  Forcing my face into the cushion, I muffle my cries. It’s only when my arms shake, legs tremble, and I incoherently beg him to stop that Sin does.

  He bends over my crumpled form, licking the droplets of perspiration coating my nape. “Your taste, babe.” He curses. “It’s the best I’ve ever had.”

  Sin turns me to face him. With a deep kiss that makes my toes curl, he throws me on the couch.

  My hair flies wildly about my face. I don’t try to smooth it, it’s a waste of time.

  The dark promise in Sin’s eyes tells me this is far from over.

  He cups himself through his jeans, his gaze trained on my bare pussy.

  I part my thighs further, wanting him to fill me with his hard cock. “Fuck me.” I palm my breasts. “I want to feel you inside me.”

  “Careful what you wish for, babe.” With a dangerous smirk, he tugs off his T-shirt.

  My mouth pops open on a soft exhale. Every muscle, every ridge and valley, is uncharted territory I want to lay claim to. I reach for him. “Come here.”

  He stares at me through hooded lids. “You know the rules.” Shucking his jeans and boxers, he stands before me naked and so fucking perfect, I want to cry.

  I bite my bottom lip as another rush of dampness coats the inside of my thighs. I can’t look away from his cock. Thick, long, hard. It points right at me, like it knows I’m home.

  “You’re going to take all of me, and you’re going to thank me for it afterward.” Sin crawls the length of my body, his eyes never wavering from mine. He hovers above me, a wall of heat blazing my flushed skin.

  I trace my index finger along his abs until I reach the base of his cock. “I’m going to be the best fuck you’ve ever had. You’ll never look at another woman the same way again, big guy.”

  “That so?”

  “Yeah.” Slowly feeling the length of his thick shaft, I reach the bell-shape head of his cock. It’s damp with precum. Swirling my finger over the slit, I smile when Sin hisses. Raising my finger to my lips, I put it in my mouth and suck. “Mmm, you taste good.”

  Sin’s nostrils flare. It’s the only warning I get before he slams inside me.

  A guttural, pleasure-filled cry escapes me. I wrap my legs around his narrow hips and snake my arms around his neck, needing him deeper still.

  “Jesus fuck.” Sin thrusts his hips forward, bottoming out when he hits my cervix.

  “Again,” I pant, biting his shoulder. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

  Sin rolls his hips, repeatedly hitting the spot I crave. He yanks my hands above my head, his fingers entwined with mine. Staring down at me with heat, possession, and something I’ve never seen before, he murmurs, “Where the fuck did you come from?” Ducking his head, he owns my mouth with another searing kiss. “You’re going to be the motherfucking end of me, Temple.”

  Clamping my eyes tightly shut, I kiss him back with everything I have. My tongue, teeth, and lips declare the truth I don’t say out loud. I’m already there, Sin. I’m yours.

  He breaks away to take one of my nipples in his mouth. Swirling it expertly with his tongue, he sucks it before releasing it again. He repeats the process with my other breast, though this time, after releasing it, bites the tip.

  Arching my back, I silently beg for more. “Yes. Fuck, Sin. More.”

  “You’re not coming until I tell you to.” He skims his hand along my stomach before parting my pussy lips and circling my swollen bud.

  Acute pleasure builds, growing stronger, more powerful with each roll of Sin’s finger. Raising my head off the couch, I tangle my tongue with his. My hips rock in time with his, becoming more fevered and desperate the closer I get to release.

  “Sin,” I breathe, my heartbeat frantic.

  He bites my bottom lip.

  “I’m going to—” My eyelids flutter closed as an orgasm peaks and detonates.

  “You’re going to pay for that.” Sin grinds his hips against my core, eliciting delicious, pleasure-filled pain from my already sensitive flesh. He does it again and again, forcing me to climb the dizzying heights of passion before plunging over the edge once more.

  A cry is torn from me, rasping, tortured, and raw in its intensity.

  Sin roars, his hands gripping my flesh like he’s burning his name into it. He flexes his hips, ropes of cum painting my walls as he empties inside of me. With one final thrust, he stills, breathing hard.

  In the silence that follows, I carefully push his dark hair away from his face. My touch is gentle as I wipe away the beads of sweat peppering his brow. For some reason, I need to see him, hoping that if I do, I’ll witness the real Sin Brandt.

  His eyes soften as he watches me.

  Only, the longer I look, the more unnerved I become. There’s something in his stare that takes me by the heart and squeezes, threatening to tear me apart

  What am I doing? I can’t search Sin’s soul to see if it mirrors mine. There’s no place in my life for a man like him, let alone the heartbreak he promises. Falling in love and showing Sin my true feelings are two mistakes I can’t make.

  I look away.

  With a resigned exhale, Sin rolls onto his back, taking me with him. He drapes my leg across his hips, holding my thigh in place.

  Even though I know I should break the quiet, I don’t. Instead, I consider my next move, my thoughts swirling, each more convoluted than the last.

  Right and wrong.

  Past and future.

  Love and hate.

  They circle above me like a bird seeking a safe place to land. The trouble is, there’s no safety with the son of a mob boss. If there’s one truth I’ve learned, it’s that when people connect, hurt is universal, inevitable, and ultimate.

  So, I relax in Sin’s arms knowing the sanctuary he’s offering isn’t going to last forever. An
d, even though I know it’s coming, the thought rips my heart in two.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Sin

  She’s retreating. Five minutes ago, Temple screamed my name loud enough for the next town over to hear, and now she’s quiet as fuck.

  I don’t like it. Doesn’t matter if her naked body is lying across mine, or if her leg is brushing my semihard cock. If she’s overthinking shit, she’s already got one foot out the door.

  Never going to happen.

  I’m not letting her go. My original plan was shot to shit the moment I saw her. Like she was born to be here, Temple’s a part of my life now.

  No matter what she’s planning, I’ve thought of every move and countermove to keep her by my side.

  Doesn’t matter what Dad’s arranging. I’ll fuck up his plans.

  No one is taking Temple from me.

  I kiss the top of her head, inhaling her scent like a greedy sonofabitch. She smells like home. Like she’s always meant to be right the fuck here.

  Christ. Saint’s right. Temple’s got me by the balls. Problem is, I don’t want them back.

  She can fight this all she wants, but it’s always going to end the same way—with her in my bed. Safe.

  I’ll make sure of it.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Temple

  “The Collector is such a cliché.” I observe the snaking line of people skirting the side of the nightclub as it disappears around the corner. Impatient partygoers desperate to get inside talk excitedly amongst themselves.

  Gesturing to the building, I mutter, “Of course his office is inside a club that’s notorious for trafficking drugs, charging for sex, and watering down booze.”

  “Yeah, but not everyone knows what really goes down.” Saint bumps my shoulder. “How’d you learn about Club Red, anyway?”

  “I live in The Dunes. Enough said.”

  “Not anymore, you don’t.” Winking, he strides ahead.

  The reminder of how I’ve spent the last few weeks doesn’t sit well with me. I’ve spent each day waiting for it all to go to hell, since that’s what’s happened in the past. But each moment followed the other, filled with a strange contentment courtesy of my new unorthodox family.

  I tell myself I’m only staying until Jack is sorted. After it all blows over, I’m leaving Bayside. But the lie is suffocating. It squeezes my lungs until I’m on the verge of passing out and nothing except the scent of the ocean can bring me back.

  What a mess.

  “So, this is an in-and-out job, right?” I ask Saint’s back, quiet enough for the people nearby not to hear.

  “Girl, you know you can’t say shit like that unless you want a porn joke.”

  “Unbelievable.” Thinking over the plan Sin, Saint, Angel, and I put together, it should be easy enough to manage. “Break into The Collector’s office, find the phone, and get out without being caught. Simple.”

  Like Saint, Eve knocks into me on her way past. Only her gesture is pointed and aggressive. “Talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity, trash.”

  Refusing to let her get to me, I take a sidestep to regain my balance. She’s been hanging around the house like a bad smell, flaunting her friendship with Sin and Saint like it’s a trophy to be won. The only reason I don’t knock her on her ass is because soon she’ll be a distant memory. Hopefully.

  Eve’s sky-high heels, skintight dress, and inch-thick makeup are overkill, even for Club Red.

  I turn to Sin. “Why is she here again?”

  Eve flicks her hair over one shoulder. “We’ve been through this, like, a million times, trash. I’m the sex. Sex gets information. Take notes, because tonight, I’ll show you how it’s done.”

  “A kidney punch works fine, but whatever floats your boat, Evie.”

  Her smile is condescending. “Girl, you’re so naïve.”

  I’d laugh if she was funny. “If there’s one thing I’m not, it’s naïve. You might be an accessory to the mob, but I’ve been surrounded by criminals my whole life.”

  “Whatever. Watch and learn, trash.” With a finishing touch to her lipstick, Eve snaps her clutch closed and sashays to security.

  The two guys holding sentinel at the front of the club are huge, almost rivaling Sin in stature. But they don’t have his animalistic grace or predatory power. Their muscles are honed from hours spent at the gym, not from real life.

  Eve smiles coyly at both of the bouncers, her manicured nails tracing the chest of the one closest. Leaning in, her mouth parts as she purrs who-the-heck-knows-what in his ear. Whatever she says must work, because he grips her hip, saying something in return.

  She throws her head back, laughing like he’s the funniest guy on earth, her hair rippling down her back in shiny waves.

  Even I have to admit she brings her A-game. “Wow. I’m actually impressed. She’s got him eating out of her hand.”

  Angel works his jaw. He cracks his neck and then his knuckles.

  Shifting beside him, I lower my voice so the others don’t overhear. “You okay?” During the past few weeks, Angel’s given me space, and I’ve done the same with him. While we’re not friends, we’ve found an amicable rhythm that, strangely, works.

  He shoves his hands in his pockets, scowling. “I’m fine.”

  “You might want to tell that to your joints. Crack them any harder, and you won’t be able to type your password, let alone hack the club’s firewall.” I nudge him with my elbow. “You know, when I see stuff I don’t like, and let’s be honest, it’s usually a guy who’s doing it, I picture myself giving him a fly kick to the balls. It always makes me feel better. You should try it sometime.”

  With his stare fixed on the bouncer’s hand caressing Eve’s curves, Angel stills. For a long moment, he’s quiet. Then, gradually, his body relaxes.

  “See? It’s therapeutic, huh?”

  He gives a quick nod. “Thanks.”

  “Anytime.”

  Angel shifts away, calling to his cousins. “My equipment’s in the car. I’m going to get set up before some dumb fuck decides to steal it.”

  Saint gives him a fist bump. “Be safe, bro.”

  Sin does the same. “Any problems, you call. Otherwise, I’ll see you on the other side.”

  With a final nod, Angel heads to the parking lot.

  Sin hooks his finger inside the waistband of my fitted pants and pulls me flush against him. “What’s going on between you and my boy?”

  “Nothing,” I lie.

  “Careful, babe.” His body is hard and uncompromising. “I can read your tells, and I know when you’re hiding something.” Spinning me to face him, he slides his hands into my back pockets and thrusts his hips forward. “Don’t start what you can’t finish.”

  I think back over our time together. It’s been the most intense, fulfilling experience of my life. Sin challenges me, he forces me to be honest with myself and him. Our days have been filled with epic fights, mind-blowing sex, and blissful perfection in between.

  I’ve never felt happier. Which is why, when he looks at me like I belong in his arms, the truth trips from my tongue before I can chase it back. “Too late.”

  I’ve fallen for him. Hard. And one glance at his face tells me he knows it too.

  Sin steals my lips in a punishing kiss. “Damn straight, babe.”

  Saint interrupts. “We’re in, let’s go.”

  Stepping away, I pretend I didn’t show him a part of me I’ve kept hidden from everyone else.

  Sin takes my hand and leads me inside, making it impossible to ignore how our connection feels absolute.

  Needing to focus, I ask, “Why did you need Eve to get us inside? You belong to the mob, this is your dad’s club, doors literally open for you everywhere. Why didn’t you walk right on in?”

  His commanding presence parts the crowd. Guys eye him, wishing they were as built, and women suck on the straws of their cocktails, imagining they’re his dick.

  Sin’s hold on my ha
nd tightens. “This is different. Stay close.”

  “How is this different to anything else? Sure, Club Red is the most notorious place in town, but still.” My voice gets lost amidst the thumping bass. “You’re family.”

  Without answering, Sin leads me, Saint, and Eve to a dark corner on the far right of the dance floor.

  Instinct kicks in, and I scan the room. It’s packed. There are people dancing in front of the DJ, the bar opposite is crammed with drinkers, an unmarked hallway sits on our left, and on our right is a set of stairs leading to a second story.

  With two exits I can see, and at least one I can’t, I figure we’ve a good chance of getting out of here in a hurry if we have to.

  Eve looks at the people around us with an expert eye. “I’ll do a lap and let you know what I find. Keep your phones on you.”

  “Wait,” I interrupt, pinching my brow because I can’t believe I’m about to say this. “Is it safe for you to go on your own? Maybe you should take Saint with you?”

  She pauses but recovers quickly. “Trash, I’ve been sex since middle school. I know what I’m doing. I don’t need Saint screwing it up for me. He’d get distracted by the first attractive woman he sees and forget the mission.”

  “Girl’s got a point,” Saint agrees.

  “Besides, he’s got his own job to do,” she huffs. “And Angel knows my location every minute of the day, because he’s a creeper like that.”

  Knowing that Angel has her back makes some of the tension ease. “Okay, then. Good luck, I guess.”

  Eve gives me a quizzical look. “What’s with you? We were getting along fine hating each other. Don’t confuse my life by being nice.”

  “I don’t have to like you to not want you dead. Jesus, I’m not a sociopath.”

  “Could have fooled me. Look, whatever. I’ve got a job to do.” After smoothing her dress and applying more lipstick, she saunters into the crowd. “Later.”

  Sin stares at me.

  “What?”