Black Hearts (Sins Duet #1)

I can hear him smiling. “You won’t understand what I’m saying.”

“It doesn’t matter. I can feel it.”

He leans over me, casting a shadow, and the belt trails up my spine and back. Shiver after shiver rocks through me.

“El amore es invisible y entra y sale por donde quiere,” he whispers, “sin que nadie le pida cuenta de sus hechos.”

It turns out I don’t know what it means. Sounds romantic though.

Snap.

The belt cracks against my thigh.

Fuck! I snap to attention. Was I already drifting off?

“Come back to me,” he says. “Clear your head.”

The funny thing is, that didn’t even hurt. It was just the tip of the belt. It was a shock.

“I was trying to figure out what you said.”

He says something else in Spanish, then says, “There’s no need to figure it out. You said you can feel it. So feel it. Close your eyes.”

I take a deep breath and close my eyes again.

He slides a finger between my legs, up to my ass and down again, dipping inside me where I’m still wet from earlier. I squirm, wanting more, wanting less.

I still can’t believe this is happening, how I can go from the Violet I was a few days ago to this one, the one who lets this man do anything he likes and— Crack.

The belt gets my shoulder. Harder this time but the pain is sweet.

“Sorry,” I mumble.

“Bring your mind back around. Forget the voices. Forget that inner world. Just live in this one with me.”

He makes it sound so easy.

Snap.

A whip to the other shoulder.

My thoughts go dark.

I submit to him.

“That’s it,” he says, reaching underneath me to my breasts, cupping them with wet and greedy fingers. He gently tugs at my nipples. It’s just the slightest bit painful, but more than that, it causes a shower of electricity to hum out from my limbs.

“Fuck,” I say breathlessly into the mattress.

He moves away at that, getting off the bed. I hear the crinkle of a condom foil and the slide of it as he slips it on. My ass can’t help but wiggle in anticipation.

“Get up on all fours,” he commands, voice throaty with lust.

I push myself up.

He grabs my waist and yanks me back toward the edge of the bed.

Teeth sink into my ass.

“Ow,” I cry out, laughing at the same time.

“I had to,” he says. “Your ass begs for it.”

Crack.

The belt comes down on one cheek, making me jump from the sting.

“Sorry, that was all me,” he says. “It was begging for that, too.”

“Tell me what else my ass wants,” I joke.

I can feel the smile on his lips and I look over my shoulder at him with a warning glance.

Sure enough, he’s grinning. “I think you know. But we’ll save that for later,” he adds. “Some things are worth working up to.”

“Need I remind you that the second time we slept together, you tied me to the bed?”

“Yes. And that was the second time, not the first. Now look forward,” he orders.

I do what he says, just as he moves over me.

The belt slips around my neck in a loop, like a damn collar.

“Vicente,” I say quietly.

“Don’t worry,” he whispers, moving the hair off my back and kissing down my spine. “Trust me.”

I’m putting an awful lot of trust in you these days, I want to say, but I don’t want to talk with the belt pressed against my windpipe.

I have to admit, it’s scary. I know lots of people like being choked during sex but since I never had that done before, I’m not sure.

“Easy now,” he says, holding the end of the belt loosely. “If you’re uncomfortable, I’ll stop. If you don’t want to do this, I’ll stop. Just say the word. If you want to continue and stop later, we can do that to. The last thing I want to do is hurt you. I just want to bring you to another place.”

Another lesson in letting go, courtesy of Vicente Cortez.

I nod. I’ll go with it. For now. He hasn’t let me down yet.

With one hand holding the end of the belt, causing my neck to arch back, he grips my hip with the other and slowly eases his cock inside me.

Fuck. This feeling is everything and unlike anything. The way I spread around him, how tantalizingly slow he inches inside, drives me wild.

He’s opening me to a whole new world.

In other words, he’s fucking Aladdin and I’m on one hell of a magic carpet ride.

“Easy,” he whispers through ragged breaths, continuing the torturous push.

But I don’t want easy now, not even with the belt around my neck. The slow pace only riles me up. I want him deep, deep inside until I can’t see straight.

I tell him so and it brings out a thick grunt from his throat as he grips my waist with his hand, yanking back on the belt.

My breath catches in my throat, choked out of my lungs, as he slams into me all the way. I’m so tight and he’s so big and I’m so wet that he slides in like silk.

It feels.

Too.

Fucking.

Good.

The angle is everything, the way he’s standing off the bed. He pushes himself in to the hilt and I feel myself expand around his thickness, his cock dragging over every wild nerve inside me.

A long, aching groan pours out of my mouth. I grip the sheets, bunching them in my hands, starting to feel dizzy even though I’m still able to breathe.

But my breath is short and rapid, and growing quicker.

He slams into me again, over and over, his hips circling quickly, hitting the right spot every time. The feeling in my core grows and builds and tightens until I feel like I might pass out. Our skin slaps loudly against each other, a frenzied soundtrack to our animalistic fucking. The belt yanks back on my neck like I’m a wild creature he’s trying to tame.

With one smooth movement, he pulls my hips up higher, angling himself down in a long, powerful thrust, and he’s hitting my G-spot with the perfect hot grind.

All the tension snaps like a wire pulled too taut.

I try to cry out but the noise dies in my throat.

Every feeling, every sensation is heightened tenfold while the world starts to go grey and staticky, like my vision is turning into an old television.

I think I’m passing out.