Wicked Sin

by Ainsley Booth

  And then panic surges in me at the thought of my sisters leaving without seeing them.

  Totally irrational.

  I don’t want to see them because it’s upsetting. I can’t bear the thought of them leaving without seeing them.

  I’m twitching by the time Luke gets off the phone. He looks at me across the room and instantly—like a psychic—gets that I’m worked up. I can see him size me up and judge me as…needy. He crooks his finger.

  Come here.

  Wordlessly, I cross the room and stop in front of him.

  He strokes my cheek. Softer than soft. Sweet. And then he tangles his hand in my hair and tugs. Not soft. But still sweet, in his own way.

  I shudder and rise up on my toes, following the tension. My eyelids flutter shut and the tension slides out of my body.

  “Mmm. That’s better.” He kisses my mouth and slowly releases me. “You looked like you need a distraction.”

  “I did. I do.”

  “Tell me what you want, and I’ll make it happen.”

  “How much time do you have?”

  “All afternoon, princess. And all night if you’d rather.”

  It’s dark when I creep out of bed. The only light in the room comes from the flickering television, and for a moment, I think he’s asleep.

  But then he turns and looks at me.

  No words are exchanged.

  None are needed.

  I walk toward him, my pulse thumping. Nerves jangle as I stop in front of him, my bare knees brushing against his sweat pants.

  God help me, I’m a mess. I want it to be as real as possible.

  I swallow hard. He looks up at me, his eyes hooded, his mouth slick like he’d just licked his lips before I appeared. I want to lick his lips.

  I want to crawl into his lap and seduce him. A forbidden, off-limits fuck in the middle of the night. Turn the big, bad cop into a rutting, fucking machine for my pleasure.

  It’s hard to read his expression in the dim light. Dark eyes, hard jaw. Impenetrable. Maybe this is a bad idea.

  I step back, and that’s when he strikes, his arm whipping out to grab me by the wrist. “What are you doing out of bed?”

  A gruff, hard question.

  It makes me wet between the legs. Slick and hot and bothered.

  So bothered.

  I wrestle against his hold. “I wanted some water.”

  “No water in here.”

  “Stop,” I whisper. A test.

  His eyes narrow in on my face. I lick my lips.

  You mean like a safe word?

  Maybe more of a safe question. A double-check that you’re in.

  “I don’t think you want me to stop, do you?” He growls the words. Identical to when we practiced them, a secret code offering me the chance to unlock depravity.

  I’m shaking, and it’s not from fear. I give him my practiced response. “You don’t know what I want.”

  I’m yanked into his lap so fast I don’t see it coming. His free hand shoves up underneath my loose t-shirt, his shirt, which he gave me before I went to bed.

  To wear for this moment.

  He palms my ass roughly. “No?” He laughs in my ear. “Pretty wet for a scared little kitten. Pretty fucking soaked for someone who claims she doesn’t want me to roughly shove my fingers up her tight, hot little cunt.”

  She’s got a hot little cunt. I freeze.

  Instantly, Luke releases me, his grip going from punishing to protective in a split second, his hands loose on my hips. “Yellow? Red?”

  I can’t answer.

  “Red. It’s okay,” he whispers. “Sorry.”

  “No.” I swallow, my mouth painfully dry. “No. It’s… Yeah, okay. I’m fine. Probably a yellow, really. I just…”

  He tugs me in against his body and pushes up, standing in a fluid motion. “Come on into the kitchen.”

  Like I have any choice. He’s carrying me like a rag doll.

  He flips on the light, and I bury my face in his neck. It’s too bright, too much. I don’t want to have the conversation we’re about to have, because he’s not actually an asshole, he’s just playing one because it turns me on.

  “Taylor,” he murmurs as he sets me on the counter.

  I hold on tighter, not letting him go.

  He leans into the embrace and sighs. “If you tell me what it was, I can nix it next time.”

  Next time. I laugh hollowly. “Will there be a next time?”

  “Sure.” He swears under his breath. “Of course. Babe, why wouldn’t there be?”

  I lift my head a little because my face is getting hot pressed against his skin. And also, maybe just a little, because I want to see his expression. “I don’t know.”

  He scowls at me, and that makes me so happy I can’t even stand it. “Taylor.”

  “Luke.”

  “Stop that.”

  “Stop what?” I grin at him. Sad, scared, dopey. But happy.

  “We’re playing with fire here. It’s okay to take it slow and make sure that it’s safe.” He grips my face in one of his hands and squeezes.

  I suck in a startled breath.

  He smiles. Slow. With intent. “There’s my girl. I like the way you shake, Taylor. I like the way you shiver. I don’t like saying the wrong thing and making you freeze up. I want you hot and achy and needy. Not scared in a bad way.” He leans in and grazes his teeth against my jaw before brushing his lips against my ear. “Scared in a good way. Got it?”

  “Got it,” I whisper back. “You promise there will be a next time?”

  He holds his hand up between us. “Pinky promise.”

  Oh, that does weird things to my heart. Weird, good things. I wrap my little finger around his, and we shake on it.

  “So what was it?”

  “One of the men that fucked me early on, when I was…” Too young. “A teen. He said I had a hot little cunt. To someone else. I don’t really remember.”

  He pulls back, his face murderously flushed. “Fuck him. Fuck anyone who ever took a piece of you that wasn’t theirs to take. I’m sorry, baby. Let’s work on the language piece. I’ll make it fucking hot. We’ll reclaim what you want to reclaim, and burn the rest to the ground. Okay?”

  I nod.

  “I want to hear you say it.”

  “Okay,” I whisper.

  “Louder, princess. Shout it.”

  “Okay,” I say louder. I tip my head back and project it to the ceiling. “Okay!”

  He kisses my neck as I shout it over and over again, and then he pats my bum. “Good girl. Now let’s get you upstairs and tucked back into bed.”

  I grin. It’s not going to be exactly what we practiced, but it’s still going to be hot.

  And there will be a next time.

  He pinky promised.

  29

  Luke

  I wake up the next morning under a warm, sweet-smelling woman. Taylor is draped on top of me, and I close my eyes again.

  This is fucking magical.

  We have a lot of work to do to get to a good, healthy place with kink, but fuck if I’m not loving the challenge.

  It’s a good distraction from the threats of the outside world.

  From a case rolling on without me, from political drama ramping up.

  Hopefully, none of that will touch us today.

  She stirs, then climbs off me.

  I reach for her and she giggles. “I’ll be right back.”

  She disappears into the washroom, and I listen to distant sounds. The toilet flushes. Water runs in the sink. Then she’s brushing her teeth—cute—and the water runs again.

  “We have an important conversation to have about dirty, dirty words.”

  “Oh. So, we’re going to do this now?”

  “No time like the present. The sooner we hash out the details, the sooner you can come and find me being a pervert in the dark again. That was fucking hot.”

  “Okay.” But she doesn’t say anything else. Doesn’t lead, a
nd I don’t want to be guessing here.

  I nuzzle her neck and kiss her jaw. “This is a safe space—”

  “He says as he pins me to the bed.”

  “You like it.”

  “I love it.”

  “So as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, this is a safe space. You can cry—”

  She grins. “Mmm. I think you’d like that.”

  “Shut your sweet little mouth for a second, please.”

  “Shutting.”

  “You can cry. You can take ten. You can change your mind. You can be unsure. Literally, anything is okay. All I ask is that you do your damnedest to be honest with me.”

  “Can we start with something a little easier?”

  “Than honesty?” I laugh. “You’re cute.”

  “I’m stunning. Cute is for girls who can’t afford the best plastic surgeons in the country.”

  “I don’t believe you can afford them right now.”

  She looks horrified. “Now you can shut your sweet little mouth, Detective. That is a temporary situation.”

  “I’m sure it is. Focus.”

  “I don’t know what I’m supposed to focus on.”

  “Off the top of your head, are there any words you don’t like, don’t want me to use again. Last night I veered a little too hard into cunt territory.”

  Her eyes flare as I say the c-word, but she’s still smiling. “Cunt is actually okay…” She trails off, biting her lip. “But maybe better if I use it first. If I use it, then that’s a cue that I’m feeling it. Because sometimes it’s hot, and sometimes it’s very much not.”

  “Got it.”

  “Pussy is nice. Slit is good.”

  Fuck, I’m getting hard. This is supposed to be a working session, not foreplay for me railing her hard and fast until we’re all sticky with sweat and come.

  “How about scared? Little?”

  She nods, then shakes her head. “Scared yes, but little…that may have been the trigger last night. Same with…” She takes a deep breath. “Tight.”

  Those are both no-go words now, no question about it.

  I cup her face in my hands. “Brave?”

  She smiles. “I like that too, but kinda not the point.”

  “It’s true, though.” I kiss her nose and try something else, assuming a role. “I bet you’re frightened of me.”

  She smiles again, biting her lip at the same time. “Mmm.”

  “I bet you want me to show you just how mean and scary I can be.”

  Another nod, a shaky exhale.

  I file that one away in the Definitely Use To Make Her Wet category. “And we’ve got those safe words, right? Remember that.”

  “I didn’t want to use them,” she admits, her face crumpling. “That just seemed like so soon, I wanted to give the role play a chance.”

  “You did. You came downstairs and found me. God, I was so fucking hard for you. Giving you that. That was a win, right? It doesn’t matter if it didn’t go exactly as planned for the duration. It started with a fucking bang, right?”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  “I’m all in on this, if you’re enjoying it. Don’t worry about that.”

  “It’s more than enjoyment,” she says softly, gazing up at me. She looks impossibly vulnerable and endlessly beautiful. “I feel like this is giving me something I didn’t even know I wanted, but I desperately need. It’s wild. And wonderful.”

  “I will do whatever it takes to make you burn from the inside out. Whatever you need to be a phoenix and rise from the ashes of whatever fucked you up before.”

  “I need it all. I need it on my terms. I need you.”

  “I’m yours.” A servant willing to do what it takes. I’m not going to heal her. I know that. She’s going to heal herself, and maybe part of that will be through testing all sorts of bounds inside our relationship.

  But damn it, I want to be a witness to that for her.

  “You said I should be honest?” She drags in a ragged breath as she looks me straight in the eye. “I’m feeling kind of anxious right now, and I really think coming would make me feel better.”

  How can I argue with such unassailable logic?

  “Your wish is my command,” I growl, shoving her legs apart with my hand. As she trembles, I trail my fingers up the inside of her thigh. “What are your words?”

  “More, please, and thank you?”

  “Red, yellow, and green.” I frown at her. “Where are we now.”

  “Super green.”

  “Did you like how I shoved your legs apart?”

  “Uh…yeah.” She squirms, trying to bring her sweet little slit in contact with my fingers.

  I let her, because I’m easy, and I want to be inside her so bad I can taste it.

  Just like last night, her pussy feels amazing. She is hot and tight, and the words haunt me. I hate that she has triggers. No-go places in the middle of her fantasies that wreck everything.

  It’s a fine line, walking through her nightmares and pushing only the right buttons. “Ah, you feel so good. You’re fucking wet, babe. You must want more.”

  She shakes her head. No. “Be gentle.” But then she smiles, and winks, and laughs.

  It’s unbelievably hot.

  “That’s not what your pussy is telling me. You’re a greedy girl, aren’t you? Hungry to ride my hand. Get off on me. Flood my fingers with your come.”

  She rocks against me, wet and slick. Always ready for more.

  I breathe as much respect as I can into the next line, because it’s fucking amazing. “You’re insatiable.”

  “I’ve been starved of this.” She licks her lips, her eyes wild. I love that truth that she’s just served up, too. Maybe this is the only way she could admit it. “For far too long.”

  Forever, I realize.

  My little firebrand has never been loved. Never been free to love.

  “Too fucking long,” I growl back at her. “But this is yours. I’m yours. Use me, baby. Get yourself off. Fuck my hand. You want more?”

  “Uh huh.” Her mouth is swollen, her lips red.

  I ease my fingers out of her and cup her whole sex, my fingertips teasing the sensitive skin just past her pussy. Heading for her asshole, if that’s where she wants me to play next.

  “How much more?”

  She shudders against me. “Luke…”

  “Is that something that’s hard to ask for, baby?” I kiss her softly. She likes that. She likes me to be big and bad and mean—and sweet. She loves the cajoling. “What would you say if I told you I’ve jerked off to the thought of fucking your ass?”

  A sob tears from her body but she’s not crying. It’s a gulping gasp, desperate and horny.

  Music to my ears.

  “How would you want me to do it?” I croon the questions as I move against her, being heavy, holding her down. “Do you want me to take my time and stretch your bum? I’d enjoy that. Watching you ride my fingers there just like you do in your pussy.”

  Her eyes flare wide. “Or…?”

  “Or I take you hard and fast.”

  Another cry slides over her perfect lips as she grinds her clit against the heel of my hand.

  I don’t have any lube, but she’s slick as fuck from her greedy pussy. I slide some of that slippery goodness to her back hole and rub, ever so softly. I’m not going to fuck her right now.

  I’d never fuck her raw, without being prepped, but she can get off on the idea of that if she wants.

  It makes me rock hard. I know she can feel my cock against her hip, and when she mewls at my touch, I wrench her toward me. Holding her tight with one arm with the other hand ruthlessly rubs back and forth along her crack.

  “Tell me to stop touching you, princess.”

  “Stop…” she breathes it out. And grinds her clit against me again.

  I bring my mouth to her ear. “I don’t think you want me too. You’re too fucking horny.”

  “You don’t know what I want.” It
’s a prayer, a breathless plea. Yes, this, keep going, more, unlock all the filth.

  My finger’s on a quest now, a ruthless invasion of her ass, and every time she whispers for me to stop—all the while pushing against my touch, because she wants it so fucking much, we both do—I press a little harder.

  It’s the third stop, the third push back against me, that my fingertip breaches her tight sphincter, and I slide up to the first knuckle into her clutching heat.

  “You feel so good, princess.”

  She cries out, and her pussy floods my hand with fresh arousal.

  “Ah, yeah.” I slowly fuck her with that finger, in and out, loving her whimpering moans as all those nerve endings light up. So sensitive. Perfect. “Come for me. Come while I violate your ass, against your will, come because you just can’t help it, because the big, mean man is holding you down.”

  With a strangled cry, she clenches her thighs around my wrist and rocks hard. I feel her come, feel the orgasm start deep inside her and the muscles around my fingertip clench down hard.

  I want to feel that on my cock.

  “Such a good fuckdoll,” I murmur, kissing her cheek. “Stay here for me. Don’t move a fucking muscle. I’m not done with you yet.”

  I ease my finger out of her and roll off the bed, lightning quick. I wash up in the bathroom, then hurry back.

  But before I can get a condom from the bedside drawer, my phone rings.

  I see on the screen that it’s the captain. This can’t be good.

  Seeing as Taylor is stretched out in front of me, I’m tempted to ignore it. But I don’t, because duty, and I’m glad I answer—because it is good news, which shocks me to my core.

  “There’s been an arrest,” she says. “We think he looks good for the whole thing.”

  “You’re shitting me. Who is it?”

  “I’m going to hold off on giving you any details because we might need Taylor to come in and pick him out from a lineup.”

  So he hasn’t confessed. “All right. I’ll talk to her. Today?”

  “This afternoon if she’s close enough by.”

  She’s naked in my bed right now, and looking at me with a smile. My heart sinks. “I’ll be in touch.”

  When I hang up, Taylor crawls over and kneels behind me, draping her warm, sex-soaked skin against my back.