Page 11 of King of Sinners

Part of me thinks I shouldn’t be in Charlotte’s room, but the much bigger part of me doesn’t really give a fuck.

It’s my house. And Charlotte is here by my grace. Her very life is mine to do with what I please.

And I’ve dreamed of this moment. A hundred times…maybe more.

I run a hand across the back of my bare neck and then down over my pecs. Charlotte had been pressed to this chest just an hour ago, her body fitting against mine so perfectly.

The very thought has my cock hardening. Then again, I’ve always had a hard on where Charlotte Fairfield is concerned.

The second I saw her all fresh and dewy on my brother’s arm, I wanted her. It’s the silky curtain of brown hair, big doe eyes that tilt seductively at the corners. Her pretty pink mouth is so full and fuckable and her tits could fill a man’s hand, even hands as large as mine. And don’t even get me started on her legs. Long and lean, they go on for days.

Her looks are what sparked the initial attraction. But I’d felt a pull like that before. Vegas is full of beautiful women. Granted, Charlotte is a natural beauty not the nipped and tucked variety, and I’m a man who likes true natural quality.

So yeah, Charlotte caught my interest from the first moment she walked into my father’s house. We still meet there once a week as a reminder of what’s important. Family. Staying together. What took that interest and made it knife sharp was the way she cast down her gaze every time I looked in her direction, the shyness of her smile.

I’d been a dick that night in the club two years ago and I knew why. Leo had been about to close the deal with Charlotte. Even that night in the club, I’d taken one look at her and I knew I couldn’t stand to watch Leo date this woman.

Not that Leo and I needed more reasons to be at odds. My brother and I were natural enemies in some ways. Always vying to be the top dog.

So when one of the rival families, Italian mafia gangsters, had fired a shot in my club, I may have exaggerated the issue, used it to send Charlotte out of my life. And Leo’s.

I didn’t take her for myself, though.

For two reasons. One, no one should underestimate Leo. If I’m the brains of this operation, Leo is the muscle. And though his temper rivals my father’s, he’s got enough brains to be a real threat, when he isn’t too deep in the bottle.

And two, everything I do is for the good of the family. Even sending Charlotte away. A woman like that could tear me and my brother apart permanently and then this whole house would crumble.

Unfortunately, ending Leo’s relationship with her had not stopped my obsession. Nor had it curbed Leo’s resentment toward me.

I’d had her followed to make sure Leo didn’t keep seeing her on the side. But the reports I’d gotten from Jackson had been their own kind of drug.

Jackson was a man who’d been hired at the beginning, a leftover from my father’s company, and he was ready to retire. Having him watch Charlotte was the perfect way to keep him on the payroll with an easy gig. It also allowed me to feed my obsession.

But apparently Roman had figured out what I had been doing. Why else would my youngest brother have been at the scene to rescue Charlotte? I wince.

That was going to be difficult to explain.

Walking silently across the thick carpet, I stop at the foot of the bed.

Charlotte hadn’t even pulled the covers over herself.

I’d heard her in the shower as she’d cried and damn me all the hell if I hadn’t nearly gone in. She needed comfort and nothing would make me happier than to hold a naked Charlotte. Touch her skin.

But my obsession didn’t matter. My family did, and if keeping Charlotte alive was going to hurt them, I’d do what I had to do. Even now, I could see how Charlotte might be the perfect pawn to help me control Vegas.

My fist clenches around the handles of the bag I hold as my eyes scan down her body.

She is wearing my T-shirt and nothing fucking else. One of her arms is tossed over her head, pulling the hem up high enough that I can almost see…

Having her come here was so dangerous, so tempting. My eyes scan down the long length of her legs. I’d love to have those legs wrapped around my waist. I already know she’d feel so fucking good.

I force myself to stop, turning away and setting the bag on the vanity. I called one of my usual clothing boutiques and, despite the fact that it’s the middle of the night, they’d delivered some necessities for Charlotte to use in the morning.

The perks of being one of their top customers.

Setting the bag down, I looked back at the bed, Charlotte stirs and curls onto her side.

The hem rides even higher and I can see the slightest bit of her ass. If I really looked, I could catch what’s between her legs. But I don’t, even though my cock is now as hard as the granite counters Charlotte had admired in my kitchen.

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