Black Hearts (Sins Duet #1)

Fuck. This is everything.

I love how trusting she is with me. I know that I push her boundaries. I know she hasn’t had this kind of experience with men. I know she overthinks and her heart is wildly soft.

But she’s willing. She’s learning what she wants.

And what she wants is me.

My finger slides up over the swell of her clit, gently rubbing in circles.

I watch her closely as my finger goes around and around. Her pulse ticks along in her throat—her heart must be racing. Underneath her sunglasses, I bet her eyes are closed, rolling back in her head.

“You like this?” I whisper, leaning over. I lick the edge of her ear before taking her lobe between my teeth and tugging.

She gasps, breathless. She can’t answer. But yes, she likes it.

I lean in closer, moving my fingers down slowly, teasing her inch by inch, until I tease her cunt. “You’ve soaked through your underwear,” I murmur. “I told you you shouldn’t wear them anymore.”

“Vicente,” she says. My name has never sounded better. She offers it to me like a prayer.

I thrust my fingers inside, feeling her clench around me. Her whole body tightens. God, she feels so fucking snug. It’s unbelievable. I’m harder than rebar, my dick straining against the fly of my jeans.

Now would be a terrible time for the waitress to stop by.

But she doesn’t. It’s just me and Violet and the gulls that wheel above the bay, their cries for food masking her breathless little ones as I slyly pump my fingers in and out of her, building in a quiet rhythm.

When I know I’ve worked her up to a certain point, I take my fingers out and drag her wetness back to her clit, sliding it over, slick and fast.

“Oh god,” she says, nearly choking on her words.

She comes in my hand, pulsing, her fingers grasping onto the table, trying to keep her body from rocking out of control.

We’re in public, after all.

When she finally calms down, I take my hand away and make a point to lick each finger in front of her. She has no idea how good she tastes to me. Better than dessert.

“I can’t believe you just did that,” she whispers to me, clearing her throat a few times.

“Lick my fingers or make you come on my hand, surrounded by people?”

She gives me a wry, sated smile. “Both.”

“Well, you should start believing it,” I tell her. “Or I’ll have to prove to you over and over again just how wild and crazy you make me.”

“That doesn’t sound like such a bad deal.”

“Oh, it’s not.”

I pick up my drink and raise it to hers. “Now hurry up and finish your drink so I can fuck your brains out properly.”

The couple down the table both look over at us in shock when I say that.

Guess it was a little bit loud.

I just give them a wink.

Fucking prudes.





Chapter Eleven





Violet




“Put your ass in the air.”

Vicente’s words slide over me like silk and I don’t even have to tell my body how to act, it’s already acting.

I arrange myself so my ass is raised, my head down, cheek pressed against the cool sheets.

I know I probably should have gone home after we had our date at the bar. I mean, he got me off in public. Not just in public, in broad daylight. Surrounded by people! If that’s not a sign that I should probably go home before things get crazier, I don’t know what is.

Plus, I have homework I need to do and it feels like I haven’t seen my parents for days. But the truth is, I’m nervous about seeing them. I’m nervous that I’m possibly being followed—I don’t care what Vicente says, I know what I saw and my intuition is always right.

I’m afraid for a million reasons.

And I know that he’s the man who will take my fear away.

By replacing it with another fear.

A good fear.

Anticipation.

Because when the man you’re sleeping with and totally infatuated with tells you he wants to fuck your brains out, it’s nearly impossible to say no to that. We couldn’t get back here fast enough and I was barely in the door before he was stripping me naked.

“You must learn to shut it all off, Violet,” Vicente says, taking me out of my thoughts and back to the fact that I’m on his bed with my ass in the air.

God, his voice does something to me, like taking a bath in milk and honey.

“Let it all go. All of it. Every single thought and worry that’s going through your head right now. You need to be in the moment, with me. The world won’t disappear the moment you stop holding on to it.”

How is it that he can read me so well?

I hear him walk closer to the foot of the bed, feel the warmth of his proximity, the intensity of his eyes. I know they’re raking up and down my body, and my skin prickles from the sensation.

“I want you to close your eyes.”

My eyes are already closed.

“I want you to listen to the room.”

I try and listen. I hear the fridge from the kitchen humming and a door shutting somewhere down the hall of the hotel. I hear my heart-pounding loudly in my chest, a drumbeat without end. I hear his breath getting heavier, raspier.

I hear the sound of his shirt coming off then landing on the floor.

I hear the slide of a belt being pulled out of the loops.

Then the creak of leather.

Something touches my ass and I jump, startled, my heart flying all over the place.

“Easy, tranquilo,” he murmurs. “The belt is your friend. It will keep you here and now. If I see your brain and thoughts being sucked somewhere else, somewhere other than me, I will whip you.”

Oh my god.

I pop one eye open, the other pressed into the bed.

Are you kidding me?

He’s going to whip me? First the ropes, and now this?

“I will go gentle on you,” he assures me, and the belt moves slowly over one cheek, dipping into the crack, then up and out. “The only pain you’ll feel is the pain you want. The pain that will bring you back into the here and now.” He pauses. “Lo entiendes?”

Fuck, I love it when he speaks Spanish.

“Si,” I tell him. “Speak to me in your language.”