“Hey!” I squeal as Rhys lifts me up and carries me to the bed after my dress slinks to the floor. Another yelp escapes my lips as he tosses me onto the mattress.

I’m in nothing but my underwear and heels, and now that I’m lying here, the very place where I’m going to officially lose my virginity, I feel the nerves start to set in. That’s quickly eradicated by Rhys, who never ceases to make me laugh.

“I feel like there should be some music playing,” he says as he begins to dance while unbuttoning his shirt.

“Please not that awful noise you were playing when I first met you.”

“I’ll have you know that Darkthrone is considered one of the finest black metal bands by music aficionados the world over, Prynne,” he says, giving me a mockingly condescending look.

“Are you sure those supposed aficionados haven’t gone deaf from listening to it too much?”

“Well, if you’re going to lie there and criticize my taste in music then I’ll just have to take my sexual prowess elsewhere. See how you like it when someone who isn’t a sex god, such as myself, pops your cherry.”

“Sex god, huh?” I laugh.

“Indeed,” he says, swiveling his hips again to peel his shirt off his shoulders. At any rate, the man certainly has the body of one.

“How about something more appropriate like…Madonna’s—“

“If you say Like a Virgin, I’m covering this Adonis body and heading right back to my apartment to drown my sorrows with beer and cereal.”

I laugh, and kick one high-heeled foot out at him. Rhys grabs it and drags me to the edge of the bed so that my legs are draped over the edge.

“I have a better idea. How about we make our own music. I think I know exactly how to make you sing.”

I bite my lip with anticipation as he reaches up to hook his fingers into my panties and drag them down my thighs and off my legs. His wicked grin has butterflies waking up in my stomach. When he brings his mouth down to torture me they flutter so hard I have to grab hold of the bedspread to stay grounded.

“Rhys, yes, oh yes!” I moan, setting the mood off with just the right introductory song.

My fingers curl into his thick head of hair while his tongue does a little tap dance on my clit. One finger slides easily into my already wet pussy, teasing me with what’s to come. He works it in and out, touching that spot that makes my thighs vibrate like the strings of an instrument. Those butterflies in my stomach turn to hummingbirds performing some synchronized routine that has me quivering in rhythm with Rhys’s talented mouth and fingers. At the crescendo, my body arches and goes perfectly rigid, ending with a climactic cry.

“I think that sets the right mood,” Rhys says, pulling away and licking his lips, looking down at me like the cat that ate the canary.

“You’re so bad, the things you do to me.”

“Bad huh?” he says pulling up. “I think your pussy begs to differ.”

I laugh, and kick out at him again. It’s a reminder that my heels are still on and I begin kicking them off.

“Hmm,” he says, looking down at them on the floor. “I was beginning to like you that way.”

“You sure you want me to be wearing something that could stab you in the butt?”

“Ohh, sounds kinky,” he croons. “Unfortunately, not my particular kink.”

I laugh, then slide up onto the bed and turn to lean on my side. I’m feeling totally at ease, despite what’s about to happen. I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else. No one but Rhys could make me laugh so much and turn me on at the same time, lowering all my defenses and anxiety about this moment. I’m putting something valuable in his hands, knowing with all my heart, body, and soul, he’ll handle it with care.

“So, are you going to take off the rest of your clothes? Because I may be inexperienced at this, but I’m familiar enough with the mechanics to know it doesn’t quite work this way.”

“Patience,” he admonishes, giving me a hard look. But I can see the smile in his eyes. He loves teasing. “There’s something to be said for savoring the adventure. Besides, it’s my turn to make music.”

“Oh yeah?” I reply, raising one eyebrow.

“Let the show begin,” he says, giving me a devilish grin before breaking out into a variation of bow-chicka-wow-wow, shaking his shoulders as he removes his shoes and socks first.

“Oh Rhys, no,” I groan, even though I can’t stop the laughter that has my stomach cramping.

“Come on, Prynne, tell me you aren’t at least turned on by this,” he says as he unbuttons and unzips his fly and allows his pants to fall. His cock springs to life, sticking straight up, thick and veiny and hard.

“Okay, you win,” I say, biting my bottom lip as I feel the nervousness start to hit again. My heart starts to beat a bit faster as he reaches down and pulls a condom out of his pants pocket.

“So you’re impressed?” he asks, before tearing the packet open and pulling the ring of rubber out.

“Yes,” I say softly as he begins sliding it down his shaft. The way his fist circles it only serves to highlight his very impressive girth.

“Oh?” he says, raising one eyebrow.

I just nod, so hypnotized by his cock that I can’t even speak.

“Are you sure?” he asks, bending over to crawl on the bed towards me. His grin has my lips curling into a nervous smile.

“Yes,” I manage, as he nears me. I turn onto my back as his body hovers over mine.

“How sure?” he presses, using one knee to gently nudge my thighs apart.

“Very,” I say softly. I feel the cool air hit the wetness exposed by the gap he’s created between my legs.

“That didn’t sound convincing at all.”

“Very,” I echo, allowing my legs to open even wider.

“That’s my girl,” he growls, that sexy voice of his turning me to jelly, his to mold in whatever way he wants. He begins stroking his cock. “Now show me how much you want this.”

His voice is lower now, that growl that has me wanting to beg him to fuck me. Instead, I obey his command, bringing my fingers between my thighs, sinking them into that slit which is covered in enough evidence to show how much I want him. I hear the slick smacking sound as I trace my fingers along the folds and let them slide over my sensitive clit.

“Remember when we first met? When I told you to write what you know?”

I’m too hungry for him—starving—to say anything, so I just nod my head, staring down at what my body is about to feast on.

“Think about your first time in front of that window. When you showed all of New York just how bad you could be. When anyone and everyone could watch you do what good girls don’t even do in private.”

My past sins come back to haunt me. Rhys really is the devil in disguise, torturing me with those words and that voice of his which could bring any girl to her knees. I swear I can see the flames of Hell in his eyes as they stare down at me with the very same heat I feel building between my legs.

A wicked grin curls his lips. “Do you think Prynne Dawson could say the words, dick? Pussy? Cunt?”

Prynne Dawson could say far worse these days.

“Say it,” he urges. “Say you want my dick in your cunt.”

I gasp in shock. By now I should be used to his dirty mouth whenever we do anything sexual. By now I should be used to the way it makes my body react, happily wallowing in that filth, bathing myself in it. My fingers go to work, bringing me to the same edge his mouth did just a few minutes ago.

“You don’t get this until you say it,” he warns, that deep, rich voice of his taunting me as his strong fingers continue to stroke his…dick.

“I want…I want your dick in my cunt.” The words alone are enough to bring me to climax, crying in frustrated need and humiliation.

Rhys just laughs, enjoying my torment. “I knew you had it in you. Now bring your fingers up to your mouth. I want you to smell it, taste what this feels like.”

My body is weak, but still somehow alive with fire, as I bring my trembling fingers up to my face. I taste the strong, tangy wetness on my fingertips, lapping at it like some curious kitten. What kind of girl does this? Is this what sin smells like? Tastes like?

Rhys comes down to hover over me, resting on his elbows. I feel his hardness press against the flesh of my stomach. My own sex isn’t enough to completely overpower the smell of his own animal heat. The mixture of the two is intoxicating.

My tongue is still circling my fingertips as his dark blue eyes bore into me. “Are you ready to open that ninth gate of hell?”

I laugh.

“Don’t laugh, Prynne,” he says, but a small smile appears on his face. “This is it, there’s no turning back once it’s done. Are you sure you want this?”

I get serious again, staring up at him. “Yes.”

He waits a moment then lifts himself up. When the head of his dick presses against my opening I spasm, my body going rigid with nervousness.

“That’s not the Prynne I know,” he admonishes. “The Prynne I know wants this. Or maybe you want to go back to Missouri and wait until marriage like a good little girl.”

“Do it,” I say, looking up at him with challenging eyes.

A devilish grin appears on his face and his eyes dance with pleasure…just before he thrusts past the point of no return.

“Oh!” I moan, my body arching with pain.

Rhys begins slowly rocking himself, inch by inch making his way inside until he can’t go any further. I take a moment to embrace it, this strange, new feeling inside of me.

“How do you feel?” he asks. There’s a tenderness in his voice and I realize he isn’t just asking about the physical. It’s emotional. It’s mental. It’s…everything.

I stare back at him and that girl who left Rutherford years ago, that girl who moved to the Devil’s town, that girl who did things in front of that window that no decent girl should do—she comes blazing to life.

“Bad.”

The understanding hits his eyes immediately. They darken with pleasure as he gradually pulls out.

“So you like this, having my huge dick in your tight, little pussy? Marking you, making you mine?” he slides back in, not as slowly this time around.

“Yes,” I moan.

“Ruining you for all other men?” he growls, now rocking his body, stretching me wide open. “No going back to Faith Flanders after this. No nice Christian boys back in Rutherford would have you now, you bad, bad girl.”

“Yes,” I breathe out, letting those horrible words feed my desire. I’m so wet….

“I bet you thought about this even back then, didn’t you? No saving it for your wedding night on a bed of rose petals with some wholesome boy who wouldn’t even know what to do with his dick. That’s too good for a depraved sinner like you. A girl who likes to do nasty things in front of windows. A girl who writes smutty romance. A girl who most of New York has seen naked and writhing in pleasure.”

“Yes!” I say, closing my eyes. The pain. His words. Everything about this is so, so, so wrong…that it’s perfect.

Rhys’s hand crawls up underneath my head and takes hold of a fistful of hair. My eyes jerk open as he tugs lightly at it.

“You’re my fallen angel. My good little slut. My filthy whore.” He thrusts with each degrading term. Just hard enough to cause that throbbing ache which is oddly pleasurable.

Bad. Bad. Bad.

“I want all of New York to see it all over your face when we’re done. In the way you walk. Just how hard you got fucked tonight. How I made you my personal fuck toy,” He leans in closer and growls in my ear. “How I made you mine.”

I cry out as he thrusts with that last claim. I am his. It isn’t just his body claiming me. It’s that voice, those words. It’s the way I feel right now, like every part of me belongs to him.

“Say it,” he orders. “Say it out loud, Prynne.”

His timing is perfect. He knows he’s brought my body to the brink of pleasure. He knows he won’t give it to me, let me revel in that satisfaction…that damnation, until I say it.

“I’m yours!” I scream, digging my fingers into his back as I miraculously come hard.

He waits for me to fall back to Earth—or rather rise back up from Hell—before he continues. His fingers curl into my hair again, forcing my eyes, which were closed in ecstasy, back open. His voice is richer and deeper than ever when he finally speaks.

“Damn right you are.”