Page 29 of His Sinner

The hairs on the back of my neck stand up as my body temperature spikes. I drop my gaze, forgetting what I threw on this morning in my rush to get out the door and onto campus in time for my first class.

A navy blue dress paired with leggings.

Three sharp knocks on Dr. Barrett’s office door—my office door—and when I swing it open, Saint leans against the frame with a smug grin. He’s in dark slacks, shiny shoes, and a button-down with a silky blue tie.

“Good morning, Professor,” he purrs, not waiting for an invitation before he shuts the door behind him and strides into the room.

Relief floods through me. He doesn’t hate me. He’s not avoiding me after discovering my family’s dark, depraved history.

I throw my arms around him. He chuckles, surprised, before squeezing me in a tight embrace.

“I’m so sorry,” I whisper. “My family is fucking nuts.” I pull back, not wanting to utter the words but forcing them out anyway. “I understand if you can’t be with me anymore.”

His onyx eyes narrow. “What are you talking about, muse? Not even death will drive us apart.”

His words nearly make me collapse to my knees in relief. “My father killed your mother. My uncle tried to molest you. It would be perfectly reasonable for you to break up with me. That’s probably the best reason I’ve ever heard to break up with someone, actually.”

“Warren Marshall is the last person I will allow to come between us. Nothing will take me from you, muse. Nothing.”

I can’t hold back my grin. Maybe I should’ve suspected that someone as insane as Saint wouldn’t let murder come between us. “Wow, I finally met someone who hates my father more than I do.”

“I don’t hate him,” he says evenly, and I wonder how he can feel that way when even I hate my father. “He avenged someone he loved. I would do the same for you. Though I can’t say I won’t be delighted once he’s gone. How much longer is he going to be in town?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t heard from him since I told him to get out of my house.” Hopefully, I won’t see my father ever again.

Saint nods to the sage. “So how’s the new office? I see you’ve been warding off the evil spirits.”

“Yes, but it’s not working because now they’re texting me.”

He frowns where he’s leaning against my desk as I show him my phone screen.

“What if this is whoever was watching us have sex that night?” I suggest. “What if it’s someone tied to Austin or Dr. Barrett? They could believe that I’m responsible. According to the police, I’m the last confirmed person to see either of them alive. A death and a disappearance in a matter of months linked to me doesn’t exactly look good.”

Saint doesn’t miss the resentment in my tone. If it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t be in this mess. He takes both of my hands in his. “Nothing is going to happen to you with me around. I’ll hunt this person down and make him regret every single instance he ever glanced in your direction.”

“Good.” I’m already so sick of this shit. The stress is building inside me, and I need something to release it. I slip the straps of my dress down. “Now. Maybe we can break in my new office.”

He can provide the distraction I need to forget about this mess. About this new crazy person who has entered my life to chase, harass, and scare me. About my father being back in town—a killer who ruined Saint’s life. All of it.

Saint’s mouth finds my bare shoulder and gently kisses the skin there. “I seem to recall how wet I made you when I had you on another desk.”

My thighs clench at the delicious memory. “It’s only right that we christen this one.”

Luckily, Dr. Barrett’s desk has already been wiped clean of everything but his computer in the corner. Saint grabs me up by the hips and plants me on the desk.

“We have to be quiet,” I warn. There are several other people in this faculty building, and I have no idea how thin the walls are.

“You’re the one with the volume problems. But if you wish me to keep you quiet, I’ll do exactly that.” He loosens the tie around his neck.

I trail a finger over the silky length. “Why did you wear a tie? Even for you, this is rather formal.”

He grins. “For this exact occasion.” Saint sticks a finger past my lips, letting me suck it before he opens my mouth, stuffing the tie inside. “Mmm. Good girl.”

I flip him off, but he ignores me, his expert fingers slowly unzipping the back of my dress before pulling down the top and strapless bra, allowing them to pool at my waist. “I’ll do whatever it takes to get an A, Professor.”

Goosebumps prick up along my arms at his low, seductive tone and the slow, careful way he explores my body like it’s his first time ravishing me all over again.

Saint blows on my nipples and they peak beneath his cool breath. He sucks one into his mouth before massaging the other, making me groan around the tie gagging me.

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