Sinners Anonymous : Chapter 24

MY HEART SLAMS AGAINST the hood of my car, and a similar thumping sound beats in my ears, fueled by disbelief. This can’t be happening. Can it? The November chill coasts over my bare backside, a reminder that I’m not imagining this. I really am naked from the waist down, bent over a car in the cold light of day with a makeshift gag in my mouth. In public.

Oh, and, I’m about to feel the leather wrath of Angelo Visconti.

Holy crow. What I’d do to rewind time just a few minutes and take my stupid act of defiance back. I was led by the heat in between my legs, not my logic. Logic would have told me to swallow my lust, slip on a smile, and get in the darn car.

Not to cross that stupid line.

Angelo’s slacks brush against my bare thighs and I gasp. I didn’t know it was possible to crave something you’ve never had, and yet, my body needs Angelo’s touch like my lungs need oxygen. So much so that even something remotely resembling touching lights all of my nerve endings on fire. My head is messed up in more ways than one. Because ever since I found out he killed his own father with those hands, I find myself wondering even more what they’d feel like against my body.

“You’re a silly little girl, Aurora. And now, you’ll learn that you’re not ready to play with a real man.”

My pulse flutters between my thighs. I’m salivating at the thought of his belt kissing my skin as much as I’m dreading it.

The first crack comes down without warning or mercy, stinging my ass cheek. I freeze, my heart nearly stopping from the sudden pain.

“Gah,” I garble, fighting against the silk on my tongue. It’s instinctive to slip my hand up to rip it out, by Angelo catches my wrist and twists it behind my back.

“Now, now, little girl,” he drawls, voice coated in danger. “Every time you fight it, you earn yourself another lash from my belt.”

I clamp my teeth over the silk, bracing myself for another slap. This time, the leather snaps in the wind just right, whistling like a warning sign before it lands on my cheeks. This one feels like it has the full extent of his force behind it, lurching me so far the top of my head touches the windshield.

This time, the stinging morphs into a low and slow burn, which I feel deep in my core. A cold chill blows over the throbbing welts, but instead of cooling me down, it reminds me how hot and how exposed I am. We’re on the main road that leads from Devil’s Dip to Hollow and then Cove. Not many people frequent it in the middle of the day, but it’s not unheard of. The worst part is, if they are coming from Devil’s Dip, there’s a high chance I’ll know them.

I’m sick and twisted to be so turned on by the idea of being caught.

“Good girl,” Angelo purrs, suddenly pinning me to the hood with the weight of his body. “You took that one well.”

I groan, feeling his enormous erection pushing between my cheeks, even through the fabric of his pants. It makes me feel giddy that I can make him so hard—me, the silly girl with the silly sins and the sour attitude. I can’t help pushing up against it, standing on my tip-toes to grind my bare ass against his bulge. I guess I’m not technically touching him. There’s a thin strip of fabric in the way…

But Angelo’s fist bundles the back of my hoodie and roughly pushes my hips flat against the car. “Who gave you permission to move?” Suddenly, he rips the handkerchief from my mouth, and I quickly suck in a lungful of fresh cool air. “You’ve just earned yourself another spanking. And this time, I’m going to make you scream so loud the whole town will hear you.”

“Wha—”

But before the protest escapes my lips, Angelo delivers another blow, and then another in quick succession. I almost choke on the air as it leaves my lungs in a long, loud scream.

Behind me, Angelo chuckles darkly, then moves to stroking the top of my head instead of fisting it.

When his voice grazes the back of my neck, it’s softer than before. “Fuck, Aurora. I love it when you scream for me. It makes me want to spread that perfect pussy and shove my cock inside you and give you something to really scream about.”

His hot mouth carves a path from my nape to the shell of my ear, and I feel every second of it in my lower core. Somewhere in the very dark corners of my brain, there’s a small voice saying this crosses the line. No, not the spanking. My sick logic allows me to justify that because I’m atoning for my sins; enjoying it beyond belief just happens to be a side effect. But his lips touching my skin in such an intimate place, I know that’s wrong.

But I also know that, right now, I couldn’t care less.

I extend my neck to expose more of it, to feel more of him against me, even if it’ll earn me another spanking. His breath vibrates against the pulse in my throat. Goose, what I’d give to feel that heat on my pussy, and feel his heavy weight on top of me instead of just behind me.

“You’d like that, would you, Aurora? If I shoved my cock inside you.”

My moan leaves my lips as thick as syrup, and it’s followed by a short gasp when his teeth nip my earlobe. Yeah, that’s definitely crossing the line. When I don’t reply, he stretches the belt taught over my backside in a silent threat. Heart thumping even harder, I nod.

“Say it.”

“Yes,” I gasp. “I want you to shove your cock inside of me.”

His tut comes low and throaty beside me. “You’re a taken woman, Aurora,” he growls, dragging the belt over the curve of my ass and between my thighs. “What would your soon-to-be husband do if he heard you wanted my cock inside you instead? Do you think you’d enjoy his belt against your backside as much as you do mine?”

I shake my head, but with a light warning spank of the belt against my clit, I darn near collapse against the car. “No,” I cry.

“I’m the only one you want spanking you, aren’t I?”

“Yes!”

“The only one you want to fuck you.” He punctuates his sharp words with another spank against my clit, and this time, my legs threaten to give way.

“Yes, yes!” I moan, pressing my palms hard into the hood, as if it’ll relieve any of the tension building between my legs. But I know the only way I’ll find relief is if Angelo keeps doing that right there.

“And when your husband fucks you on your wedding night, all you’ll be thinking about is me.” Another hard, stinging slap. “Wishing it was my cock stretching your tight pussy open.”

“Yes,” I sob, “God, how I wish it’d be you. Please, Angelo, don’t stop doing that. Please.”

Behind me, he stills. Goes so silent that I can only hear the blood thumping in my ears. “This?” he hisses with another spank with the belt.

“Yes,” I whimper, opening my legs wider, inviting him to spank my pussy harder. My lips and clit sting deliciously, and I can feel my wetness trickling down the seam of my thigh.

“Bad girls don’t get to come, Rory,” he says in a tone that borders on malice.

“I’m begging you.”

“I can’t hear you.”

“Please, Angelo. Please, I’m begging you to let me come.”

He groans, “Fuck, baby.”

Another slap lands on my clit, lurching me forward. The bundle of nerves down there aches with a mix of pain and pleasure, the tension brewing like a storm.

Another slap. “Yes,” I gasp. “Please, don’t stop.”

I’m almost there. I’m cresting an orgasm, chasing the delicious high that only Angelo and his leather belt can give me.

He spanks me again, and then again. And then when my knees buckle and a million fireworks erupt in my lower stomach and send a wave of delirium over my entire body, he holds the belt there, offering me cold, hard friction to rub against.

I collapse against the bonnet, my nipples tingling and my bare ass and pussy on fire. I can only imagine the state of Angelo’s view right now, how swollen and red my backside must look.

Once I catch my breath and my high settles around me like dust, I prop myself up on my elbows, my head dipping between my shoulders.

“We’re going to hell, Angelo.”

He doesn’t say a word. After a few beats of silence, he slowly pulls my panties back up my thighs, being gentle when he reaches the sensitive welts on my ass. He does the same with my leggings, and then I feel something soft falling around my shoulders.

I glance down and realize he’s slipped his jacket around me. His hands run down my shoulders to my forearms and linger there, warm, strong and comforting.

For a brief moment, I close my eyes and lean my back against his chest, basking in the feeling. In the distance, the waves crash against the rocks below, and the trees lining the entrance to the Preserve rustle in the wind.

His lips graze over my crown.

“I’m already in it.”

Goosebumps rise to the surface of my skin, despite Angelo now keeping me warm. Without another word, he releases me and strolls over to the driver’s side, his cock still straining against his pants.

“Get in, it’s about to rain.”

The second he turns on the ignition, it does. Big fat droplets land on the windshield, creating a sheet before being dragged away by the wipers. Angelo stabs a button on the dash, turning on the heated seat on my side only. I smile softly into the collar of his jacket, basking in his thick scent and warmth.

For a few minutes we drive in silence, Angelo steering with one hand as he moves his attention between the road and my map on his lap.

“Open the glove box. There’s something in there for you.”

Frowning, I do.

Then my smile stretches into a wide grin.