Page 36 of Zade (Den of Sin)

She seems very interested in this which is surprising to me, “What was he charged with?”

“Homicide. Times seventeen.”

Both of her eyebrows shoot up with surprise, “Oh God. Did he do it?”

I shrug, “I don’t know.”

She tilts her head in disbelief, fuck she’s adorable, “Come on, Zade. You are his attorney, you must know.”

I chuckle, “I don’t, although I assume he probably is guilty. I cannot lie to the judge about anything so I never ask if they did it unless they intend to plead guilty. It doesn't matter. I need to not know in case I’m ever questioned. Also, everyone is presumed innocent until proven guilty.”

She giggles, “Maybe in court but not on social media.”

After eating several bites of my salmon I cut into my baked potato.

“Have you given any thought to what you want to major in?”

She shrugs, “Until very recently I never expected to go to college at all so while other kids have been planning for years, I still have no idea.”

I set my fork down on my plate, “Amira, I’m sorry for the life you’ve had up until now. I’m sorry, I didn’t protect you, I wanted to more than anything. My hands were tied.”

Her eyelashes flutter as she lifts her gaze to mine, causing my breath to catch in my throat, “You said you fought for me.”

I nod, unable to speak.

She must look like her father because she looks nothing like her mother which I’m slightly grateful for. Her mother had dark hair and brown eyes, whereas Amira had blonde hair and the brightest emerald eyes I think I’ve ever seen. Every time I think I can fight my attraction to her, it’s her eyes that disarm me. No matter how hard I try to fight my feelings for her it’s as if she sees into my soul and knows everything. No secret is safe from her. Still, I’ll keep fighting because that’s the only way I keep her safe from me. She’s too young but my biggest issue is the fear of losing her. If things end badly, and surely they would, she’d disappear from my life altogether, and that cannot happen. Amira needs me and on some level, I think I need her too.

“Are you okay?” I ask her not wanting to talk about the elephant in the room but feeling the need to.

She quickly glances away from me, “I’m fine. I’m like a ball, I bounce back quickly. I need to ask something though.”

I nod, “Anything.”

“Do you have proof of you fighting for me? Is there anything on paper that shows you didn’t simply abandon both of us?”

I rub at the spot on my chest when I realize she doubts me enough to ask for proof. Then again, why wouldn’t she? Amira hasn’t had someone in her corner since the day I left. There is no reason for her to take my word for it. I smile at the thought of the way she thinks. Much like myself, she wants the proof. She’d make a fantastic lawyer. Although, she’s better than I am. She’d likely work for the prosecution.

“You should be a lawyer,” I smirk, “Yes, tomorrow come into my office when you get up and I’ll show you everything. I have nothing to hide from you.”

Amira rises from her seat and I think she’s leaving but she pulls her pretty blue dress over her head and tosses it on the chair. I sit staring at her gorgeous body wearing only a tiny black bikini as I try to focus on anything other than her tits nearly spilling out of her top.

Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes burn into mine, once she releases her lip she says, “Come swimming with me. Please Zade.”

“I don’t have a swimsuit underneath my clothes.”

Placing her hands on her hips, she narrows her gaze, “Go put one on or you could go naked. It’s private and I’ve already seen the dragon.”

I chuckle, “The dragon?”

She nods, “Thanks to my Google search I know the average penis length is around five and a half inches. I estimate that monster is double that.”

I rise from my chair attempting to hide the massive erection I am currently sporting, “Monster? Dragon? You’re too good for my ego. I'll put on a bathing suit.”

Amira turns and heads to the deep end of the pool. Jesus Christ, she’s wearing a goddamn thong bikini, which is not helping with this erection. When she walks over to the deep end and dives in, her beautiful ass shakes and I realize exactly how fucked I am. Walking up to my bedroom I’m determined to not let my dick call the shots. I close the door behind me and am instantly taken aback by the faint smell of pussy in my room. Glancing at my bed, I notice the comforter is pulled to the foot of the bed, and there’s an obvious wet spot. Leaning forward, like the sick fuck I am, I inhale the scent. Amira has been fucking herself in my bed again. I grab the pillow and hold it to my face. Fuck. Did she fucking come on my pillow?

I quickly get undressed, and walk over to the window overlooking the pool. If I thought the view of her ass shaking as she jumped in the pool was delicious, the view of her tits might be better. It takes me watching her for about two seconds to conclude that I need to come before I go back down to the pool. Watching Amira bounce around in the water, I grab my weeping cock, and stroke myself before I stop mid-stroke and walk over to my bed and yank the pillowcase off the pillow before returning to the window. Like the creeper I am I hold my fabric to my face, inhaling her sweet scent while gripping my dick and fucking my hand. Is this wrong? Probably, but it’s got to be less wrong than what I want to do. My fantasy is the safe way to go.

I imagine going down there, pushing her over the edge of the pool, holding her down with one hand at the back of her neck, while pulling her tiny thong to the side with my free hand and slamming into her tight cunt. I already know how she’d cry for me and beg for more.

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