Page 2 of Sinner’s Torment

He thrust into me in one hard stroke, filling me completely, and I cried out at the sudden stretch. He didn’t give me time to adjust. He never did. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise as he set a punishing rhythm, each thrust driving me harder against the wall. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by my gasps and his low grunts of pleasure.

It was rough. Raw. Exactly what I needed.

I pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, chasing the building pressure low in my belly. His hand snaked around to my front, fingers finding my clit again, and the dual sensation made my vision blur.

“That’s it,” he growled in my ear. “Take it. Take all of me.”

I was so close, teetering on the edge, when he suddenly pulled out. Before I could protest, he spun me around and lifted me, my back hitting the wall as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He entered me again in one smooth motion, and this angle was deeper, more intense. I clutched at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin through his shirt as he fucked me against the wall with a ferocity that bordered on desperate.

Our eyes met, and for a moment, something passed between us. Something that felt too big, too real for what we were supposed to be. I saw it in the way his jaw clenched, the way his gaze searched mine like he was looking for an answer to a question he couldn’t ask.

Or maybe I was just projecting, seeing what I wanted to see.

“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice rough. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”

His words, combined with the relentless rhythm and the pressure of his pelvis grinding against my clit with each thrust, sent me over the edge. My orgasm hit me like a freight train, as pleasure crashed through me in waves so intense I couldn’t breathe. I buried my face in his neck to muffle my cries as my body clenched around him, and I felt him shudder, his own release following seconds later.

We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, our bodies still joined. My legs trembled as I slowly unwrapped them from his waist, and he lowered me carefully to the floor. My knees were weak, and I had to brace myself against the wall to stay upright.

Torment stepped back, tucking himself away and zipping his jeans with practiced efficiency. I watched him, suddenly feeling exposed in a way that had nothing to do with being naked. I bent to retrieve my clothes, pulling them on with shaking hands while he watched in silence.

The air between us felt heavy, weighted with all the things we weren’t saying.

“What time do you leave?” he asked finally.

“Six.”

He nodded, his expression unreadable. “You’ll be safe. King’s sending you somewhere secure.”

“I know.”

Another silence stretched between us. I wanted to ask him what happened next. If he would think about me when I was gone. If this meant anything to him beyond a convenient fuck. But I didn’t because I was afraid of the answer.

“Torment.”

“Don’t,” he said quietly, and there was something in his voice that made my chest ache. “Just... don’t.”

I swallowed hard and nodded. He was right. What was the point? In a few hours, I would be gone, and he would still be here, facing whatever hell the Death Dogs brought with them. And even if we both survived whatever was coming, what then? I was a club whore. He was a Soulless Sinner. We existed in the same world, but we weren’t meant for the same life.

I knew that.

I had always known that.

So why did it hurt so much?

“Be safe,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Something flickered in his eyes. Regret, maybe, or something close to it. He reached out and cupped my face with one hand, his thumb brushing across my cheekbone in a gesture so tender it made my throat tight.

“You too, Brandy.”

Then he dropped his hand, grabbed his jacket from the chair, and walked out of my room without looking back.

I stood there alone in the silence, my body still humming from his touch, my heart breaking in a way I hadn’t expected. I pressed my palm against my chest, as if I could somehow hold all the pieces together, and took a shaky breath.

This was always how it was going to end.

I just hadn’t expected it to feel like this.