One For Sin: Kain Chronicles, #1

By Brianna Foxx

Liz is a Private Investigator and is bored with work

 

...until the day when the HOT Detective Sam walks into her life. He frustrates Liz like no one else, but he is desperate for her help since she knows the man that he is investigating...intimately. 

 

In this Romantic Suspense, Liz and Sam work to track and capture Kain, Liz's ex-lover, while trying not to kill each other in the process.

 

They just might find out that they have more in common than they think. 

 

Note: This sexy romantic suspense is intended for adults.  Sexy situations and adult language are found in this story for you to enjoy.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Top Sure INC
• Release date: Apr 14, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393193203

Brianna Foxx

Brianna Foxx is happily married with two wonderful children, who are blessedly oblivious about the books she writes. She loves to explore her erotic fantasies on paper, and her husband cheerfully volunteers to help test some of them out. Her favorite thing to do when she isn’t writing is to snuggle up under a cozy blanket with a book to read, Starbucks Peppermint Mocha in hand, while her favorite scented candle burns in the background.

Book preview

CHAPTER ONE

SHE FIRST SAW HIM WHILE she was leaning against the bar, and he came up to ask her to dance. She knew immediately that he was exactly what she needed. With a thick, strong jaw, dusted lightly with shadow and with brown hair curling over his forehead he was—put simply— insanely hot. She had come to the club tonight with the plan to get fucked and get fucked hard. And as this man stood before her, she knew he would satisfy her urges.

She wasn’t looking for a relationship with some nice guy. She just wanted to be taken, used, battered, and ridden so hard that she was sore for days after. She instinctively knew this man had it in him to give her what she needed. As he talked, his voice strong and low, she let her mind drift imagining this incredible specimen of a man standing behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist to pull him tightly to her and telling her he was going to take her right there.

You’re coming with me, the man spoke into her ear, just loud enough for her to hear it above the music. The woman turned around to face him, incredulous.

Oh, really? Just because you say so?

Without missing a beat, the man pressed her up against the bar, trapping her with one of his legs slipping between hers. She could feel his cock against her stomach, hard and hot, and against her will, she shivered with pure desire. The man tightened one hand against the dip of her waist, and the other slid around her back to slip under the waistband of her fuck-me skirt and thong. He pushed his hand down further, his actions hidden by his body and the bar, till he was teasing at her hole.

Frozen in place, heart pounding louder than the music in the room, she could feel her body respond as a jolt excitement ran from her pussy to the rest of her entire body. The woman shivered, her legs falling open so that he could press the bulge of his hard cock harder against her leg. She felt a rush of wetness as he swirled his finger around her edge. She had lost control over her thoughts, over her common sense. All she knew was that his hand was rough and demanding on her waist, his fingers relentless as they teased against her clit and pushed at her hole. He leaned forward to whisper lowly in her ear.

I’m going to fuck you with my fingers right here against this bar, the man whispered. And you’re going to like it, you fucking slut. I can already feel how wet you are— so desperate.

The woman whimpered, and then his fingers were pumping in and out of her, his other hand lifting to grasp roughly at her tits as his teeth scraped harshly against her throat, and then—

Come dance.

The woman blinked at him and then smiled coyly. Oh, yes. Now. His skin was now flecked with drops of sweat, his shirt clinging to the rippling movement of his muscles as his hips rolled against the barely covered ass of the girl in front of him. One of his arms was wrapped around her waist, his fingers digging into the curve of her hip and his thigh slipping between hers. She could easily feel the hard outline of his cock rubbing against the inside of her thigh, and her pussy throbbed, wet and desperate.

The club was full of people, the air filled with the scent of alcohol as it thrummed loud with the pounding music. Bodies brushed against bodies, skin sliding against skin as people danced. The woman grinding against the man reached behind to run her fingers over his shoulders, his muscles thick.

He growled low in her ear, and then spun her around so her chest was pressed to his, the roundness of her plentiful breasts rubbing against the hard planes of his pecs. His hands traveled down her waist to grab at her ass, squeezing hard and lifting a little to pull her pussy up against his thigh closer to his cock. She let her lips drag against him as he buried his face in her neck, his teeth bared and biting down lightly, sucking a kiss and a mark onto her throat.

Fuck, she breathed, the sound just barely audible to him over the sound of the pulsing bass. Their hips swayed together, their bodies pressed impossibly close.

She leaned her head back a little to look up at him. His eyes, dark with lust and want, met hers. She felt something hot and desperate curl up low in her stomach, her skin prickling tightly.

I want you, she murmured. He raised his hands up her body and squeezed at her tits, just barely covered in her thin, low cut red top. His thumbs stroked over her hardened nipples, and she shivered. Her entire body was thrumming with how close he was.

She grabbed his hand and tugged him away from the dance floor. He followed without complaint as she wove her way quickly through the crowd, their fingers laced tightly. Finally, she pushed past the throng of gyrating couples to the bathroom door, which she flung open a bit too eagerly. Relieved to find it empty, she pulled the man in after her and then shut the door quickly. He locked it and then turned to look at her. Her eyes locked with his. Her hand, still wrapped around his, slowly inched down, down her body towards where the fabric of her skimpy skirt met the soft skin of her thigh. His hands slid beneath her skirt, sliding along the damp skin of her thighs, and his eyes widened at the wetness around her. She pulled his hand up even further, and his fingers brushed against her cunt— wet, hot, and wanting.

Within a breath, his mouth was against her, his lips hard and demanding, and the woman opened for him willingly and hungrily. He pulled her towards him, and together they stumbled backward until her back was against the door. His hands roamed over her, and she clung to him, digging her nails into his back as they panted against each other’s mouths. She tore open the buttons of his shirt and frantically ran her hands up and down his body, taking note of his perfect abs, her nails leaving long, red marks.

Fuck, you feel so good, the man whispered, his free hand slipping beneath the top half of her shirt to run up and down her skin tantalizingly. I could feel you looking at me while I was at the bar. And then you came to dance with me. Why is that, huh? So you could get some of this? He pushed his hips towards her so that she could feel his hard cock against her stomach, pushing against his trousers. She moaned.

Yes, yes, I did, she cried. Please. I want it so bad. His hand under her shirt finally grasped her tit, pinching at her nipple and making it hard. I can’t believe this is happening, she thought to herself.

I knew you wanted me, the man said smugly, flashing his bright white smile. She could only whimper because then he was pulling off the upper part of her top and lowering his head to put her ample breast into his mouth and begin sucking, his tongue swirling circles around it and his teeth tugging lightly. When she whined while squirming and urging his hand to move lower, he gave her nipple one last tug, then released her tit to growl.

You want me so bad, don’t you? he teased. I want you so bad, too. Stay still for me, babe. I’ll make you feel good. The woman forced herself to stay still even as he hiked up her skirt with one hand. He pushed his hand down between her legs, the heel of his palm pressing against her clit as his finger curled to tease her pussy. She whimpered, biting her lip as her toes curled, her muscles tensing as she desperately tried to stay still.

Fuck, you taste good, he murmured, his lips moving against her skin. "I bet you feel so good. You’re so fucking hot, I bet you’re going to be so good for me. I’m going