Free The Angel (The Original Sinners) by Tiffany Reisz

both of them needed a break from work, they’d
sneak up behind the other, yell, “You sunk my Battleship,” and the game would be
on.
    “Eleanor?” Søren’s voice pulled her out of the memory and back
to the present.
    Nora touched her face and held out her hand. In the light of
the fireplace, the tears shimmered on the tips of her fingers.
    “This is why I don’t talk about Wes,” she said, and Søren
reached for her and pulled her into his arms.
    He bent his head and kissed her as his hand crept under the
shirt she wore—his shirt—and slipped two fingers into her. She wanted him to
make love to her again, but the moment had passed. A true sadist, Søren could
only become aroused by inflicting pain and humiliation. So instead it was his
probing fingers that penetrated her. He spread his fingers wide within her,
slipped in a third and pushed hard up against her pubic bone. Nora’s hips lifted
as her inner muscles gripped him. She grew wet at his touch even as the cut on
her labia still ached and burned.
    “Come for me,” Søren ordered, “and then we’re sleeping.”
    “I can hold off having an orgasm for a long time,” she teased.
“Anything to keep you awake.”
    Søren, as she knew he would, took that as a challenge. He
pressed his thumb into her clitoris and made precision circles that left her
panting. Still she breathed through the pleasure.
    With his free hand, Søren unbuttoned her shirt and bared her
breasts. He kissed her nipples and they hardened in his warm mouth. As his lips
and tongue made languid circles on her breasts, his fingers continued their
gentle onslaught inside her. Nora flinched and clutched at the rug beneath her.
Still she didn’t let herself come.
    Søren slid his hand behind her neck and forced her to meet his
eyes.
    “The day we met, you were wearing a black pleated skirt and
combat boots,” he said, and Nora knew no matter how hard she fought him, he
would win. “You had scrapes on your knees and wore too much eye makeup. And I
would have laid you out on the altar, beaten you and taken your virginity in
front of God, Christ, all his saints and angels, and the entire church that very
day had I one ounce less of self-control. I would have drunk the blood off your
thighs, turned you onto your stomach and taken you again, fucking you until you
begged me to stop. And do you know what I would have done had you begged me to
stop?”
    “No, sir,” she breathed, her heart pounding so hard she thought
it would burst from her chest.
    “I wouldn’t have stopped,” he said and shoved his hand hard
into her. Nora cried out; the climax ripped through her stomach and hips as her
inner muscles contracted wildly around Søren’s fingers.
    She lay underneath him gasping through the orgasm that was so
intense her lower back spasmed. After a few minutes her heart slowed and her
eyes were able to focus again.
    “You cheated.”
    “I can’t imagine what you’re referring to,” Søren said,
carefully pulling his hand out of her sore opening.
    “You brought up the day we met. That’s cheating.”
    Søren rolled onto his back and Nora crawled on top of his chest
and collapsed against him.
    “You’re the one who is going to be sleeping with two young men
who are not me this summer, and you accuse me of cheating?”
    Nora grinned up at him.
    “Jealous?”
    “Not even remotely,” he said and she knew it was true. Søren’s
certainty in her love for him precluded even the slightest hint of jealousy. He
couldn’t care less who she had sex with as long as he owned her. More than not
caring, Søren was aroused by the sight and thought of her with other men. He
didn’t even mind if she did kink with others as long as no one hurt her—that was
his job alone.
    “Speaking of jealous, Simone and Robin said they’d happily take
my place on the rack this summer while I’m gone.”
    “Lovely girls, both of them,” Søren said, smiling. If Nora was
going to spend the summer in bed with