Taken By A Sinner (The Sinners Series)

Exhausted from ending up on the other side of the damn city after I got swept up in a rush of people and pushed into the wrong train, I finally reach my apartment building.

James and Grant give me the evil eye. “Where the fuck have you been?”

“It’s not my fault you can’t keep up,” I snap back at them. Walking into the building, I ignore the stupid guards.

At least I got more footage, otherwise today would’ve been a total waste of time.

Taking the stairs up to the fourth floor, I dig my keys out of my bag. I’m going to shower and sleep like the dead.

Oh, and I need to charge my phone, so I can call Nikolas and tell him it wasn’t my fault, or he’ll probably kill me at lunch tomorrow.

Opening the door, I let myself in. I make sure to lock behind me and drop my bag on the table. I remove the dead phone and plug it into the charger, then head to the bathroom.

I’m sure James or Grant will tell Nikolas I’m home, so he won’t worry.

He’s still going to fry your ass over hot coals.

Opening the faucets in the shower, I strip out of my clothes. I brush my teeth quickly, then stepping beneath the spray, I groan as the warm water pelts my skin.

What a crazy day.

First, Jake was upset when I canceled with him. I’ll probably have to deal with the backlash on Monday at school. Then I got shoved onto the wrong train. My phone died. No doubt Nikolas is planning ways to kill me.

Ugh.

I wash my hair, and while I let the conditioner soak into the strands, I quickly scrub my body. After rinsing my hair, I turn off the faucets. I grab a towel and wrap it around my body, then reach for another towel to scrunch my hair dry.

So much better.

As I walk into my bedroom, apprehensiveness crawls over my skin, but before I can even glance around for the source, I’m grabbed from behind.

Strong arms lift me off my feet, tearing a terrified scream from my lungs. I’m thrown onto my bed, face first, and unable to push myself up in time, a solid body shoves me down against the mattress with brute strength.

I scream again, my mind still stunned by the sudden attack.

No. No. No.

I fight back against my attacker, but it’s no use. He grabs a fistful of my hair, and my head is snapped back, the barrel of a gun imprinting into my temple.

“No,” I manage to gasp through the raw fear numbing my senses.

God, no. I don’t want to die.

Hot air hits my cheek and ear. “Three seconds was all it took.” Hearing Nikolas’ hoarse voice, a weird mixture of relief and anger flood me. “I have you pinned. I can fuck you raw, put a bullet in your head, and leave your body to rot, and no one will know until tomorrow.”

What?

“That’s how fucking easy you make it for my enemies to get to you.”

Now that I know it’s Nikolas and not some random attacker, I strain against his hold on me. “It wasn’t my fault!”

The more I wiggle beneath him, the more I become aware of his body on top of mine. There’s only a towel covering me, and it’s slipping loose from all my struggling to get free.

“My phone died. I got stuck–” My words are cut off with a shriek when he yanks at my hair, some strands tearing loose. I’m still highly conscious of the gun pressed to my temple.

“Three fucking hours I spent looking for you,” he growls in my ear, danger and rage brimming darkly in his voice. “I fucking lost my mind with worry.”

His ruthless presence fills every inch of my room, and even though I’m scared, it doesn’t stop my stupid desire for the man from flaring to life.

Heart pounding in my chest and blood whooshing in my ears, I try to focus on my anger. “So you jumped me? Get the gun away from me!”

Instead of listening – which, let’s face it, is something Nikolas never does – his weight bears down on me, pressing me harder into the mattress.

The heat from his body seeps through his clothes, the towel, and into my skin. Every fiber of me comes alive with tingles, with awareness, with need.

“I fucking warned you, and you choose to disobey me every chance you get.” The threat in his voice pours hotly through my abdomen, desire dimming the fear I always feel when I’m near him.

“Are you going to punish me?” It comes out sounding like a dare instead of a question. The impossible desire I feel for Nikolas has me growing braver. “Are you going to fuck me to teach me a lesson or shoot me?”

With his harsh breaths on my ear, his body covering mine, I find myself hoping he does decide to punish me.

Still wanting to keep hold of the little pride I have left, I struggle beneath him even though I know there’s no way I’m getting out from under his body unless he wants me to.

And. I. Love. It.

I love the power this man has. The strength in every muscle. The brutality of his hands on my skin. God help me, but it’s a turn-on which is weird considering my past trauma.

Nikolas moves, and just as disappointment slithers into my chest, his hand comes down on my butt. Hard. The sting is sharp, making me cry out. I have no idea what happened to the gun.

Smack.

My eyebrows fly up, my mouth drops open on a startled gasp.

Smack.

My left buttcheek’s on fire after the third slap.

Smack.

He’s freaking spanking me?

Grabbing hold of the covers, I begin to struggle in earnest, but my efforts only earn me two more slaps on my butt.

There’s shame, because God help me, I love him spanking me, and that just all kinds of wrong, right? And there’s arousal, a hell of a lot. The two emotions blur, making tears jump to my eyes. “Get off me!” I shriek angrily.

Nicolas kicks my legs wide apart with one of his while his hand slips over my flaming buttcheek and between my legs.

“Fuck, moró.”

Hearing him call me babe in Greek has a needy whimper slipping over my lips.

“So wet for me,” he groans.

Clinging to the remnants of my pride while his fingers stroke around my entrance, causing more desire to flood my body, I whisper, “I still hate you.”

“You can hate me all you want, moró.” I hear his belt unbuckle, and my abdomen clenches hard with anticipation. “It won’t save you from being fucked raw.”

I hardly get to relish the feel of his hardness pressing against my opening when he roughly surges inside me. He stretches me until it’s painful. Then, with a desperate grunt, he pulls out, and entering me harder and even deeper than before, I realize he’s too big for me.

Holy shit.

I bite into the covers, letting out a muffled whimper as he takes me with a relentless and all-consuming pace.

“That’s it, moró. Take every inch of me,” he growls breathlessly when he’s finally all the way inside me.

His fist tightens in my hair, and my head’s yanked back again, the covers ripped from my teeth. His mouth finds my racing pulse, his teeth and lips branding my skin with his mark.

I feel impossibly full, his hard length stroking me ruthlessly. My abdomen clenches so tight, and it’s the only warning I get before an orgasm tears through me. The first by a man’s cock and not my vibrator.

Whimpers and sobs pour from me, the ecstasy as overwhelming as Nikolas is.

He doesn’t let up on his harsh pace, and I swear he’s determined to make me spontaneously combust with all the friction between my legs.

I didn’t lie to him when I said I’ve only been with one man, and that happened my senior year of school. This… Nikolas… it’s so intense and wild, I can’t think straight.

“Too much,” I whimper, a sob strangling the words.

A sharp slap stings my butt again, and while I shriek, Nikolas groans with pleasure, and hell, if it’s not the hottest sound I’ve ever heard.

“My woman…” Thrust. “…likes being spanked….” Thrust. “No wonder…” Spank. “…you keep testing me.”

Instead of telling him to go to hell, I moan, and my arousal makes me slick for him.

I think it’s safe to say I never stood a chance at winning this fight.

“So fucking tight and wet,” Nikolas’ voice rumbles, satisfaction warming the words. “Doesn’t feel like you hate me, moró. Not the way your pussy sucks me in, the way your arousal coats my balls.”

Holy. Shit.

His dirty words have more heat crashing through me like a tsunami.

His lips find my ear. “You fucking love this, don’t you?”

Unable to deny him, I nod while trying to salvage whatever pride I have left. “Still hate you.”

With savage thrusts, he creates a second heartbeat between my legs. “Oh, but you love my cock.”

Another orgasm tears through me, more potent than the first. I cry into the covers while my body spasms uncontrollably. Nikolas pulls out of me, and even though I’ve been fucked ruthlessly, I still mourn the loss of him inside me. But then I’m flipped onto my back, the towel’s yanked away from my body, and as my eyes focus on Nikolas’ dark towering body, he slams back inside me.

With his teeth bared, his hands burning into my skin as he squeezes my breasts, I almost drool from how freaking hot he looks with desire carved into every line on his way-too-handsome face.

Damn, the man has me naked while he’s still fully dressed.

My God.

“You want this as much as I do,” he demands, then wrapping a hand around the back of my neck, I’m yanked up against his chest and seated on his lap, so I’m straddling him. His thrusts become torturously slow and deep. Eye to eye with him, I’m totally overwhelmed and imprisoned in his brute strength.

“You want me,” he growls.

I do. God, I do.

“I hate you,” I manage to moan, dead set on not giving him what he wants.

His mouth crashes against mine, his tongue invades and conquers me until all I can do is hold onto his shoulders for dear life as he forces me toward another orgasm.

I’m achy and needy, moans and whimpers spilling from my mouth to his, and he drinks each one like a man dying of thirst.

Like he can’t get enough of me.