Page 51 of King of Sinners

She falls back on the bed, her hands landing over her head, and I follow, climbing up her until we’re chest to chest, hip to hip, her legs wrapped about me, my arms covering hers, our fingers lacing together.

“No more going out until this business is all done,” I say right before I kiss her swollen mouth.

“All right,” she answers, her eyes fluttering closed.

My sweet sexy Charlotte. Even after the orgasm has rung me dry, I want more of her. I’m insatiable when it comes to this woman.

“I can’t have you hurt, sweetheart,” I whisper, knowing that if something happened to her, it would break me.

“I won’t be,” she sighs out, her head lilting to the side. “You’ll keep me safe.”

Fuck me.

Her neck is exposed for me to trail several kisses down its long, creamy column. Our fingers are knotted together, my cock already half at attention because it’s needy like that.

Her body is so relaxed, I think she might actually be asleep, until she shifts under me. “How did Jackson know Professor Burke’s name? I didn’t tell him.”

My muscles go rigid and in return, I feel her stiffen as she turns to me. “How did he know which building my classes were in?”

“Charlotte.”

Her hand, the one with the pink diamond pulls from mine. “How did he know, Mason?”

I could lie. But I’m not that man. I’ve committed my fair share of sins, but I consider myself above fibbing to the woman who is wrapped around me. “I had you followed.”

She gasps, pushing out from my embrace. I let her go, rolling onto my side as she rushes off the bed, standing to face me.

I know this is bad. And normally my triage brain would be working through all the scenarios. Figuring out the words that would minimize the damage.

But I’m too satiated, and honestly, just distracted by how gorgeous she looks when she’s angry. Her high full tits are staring at me, the length of her flat stomach accentuated with small muscle lines. Her hips have the perfect flare and don’t even get me started on the thighs that have spent a great deal of time wrapped around my head.

I know this is a problem. Charlotte is dulling all my senses and that has always been the danger of allowing a woman into my life like this.

“You had me followed?” she gasps, shaking her head. “Why would you do that?”

“Because,” I reach my hand out to her but she doesn’t take it. Hers are firmly planted on her hips. “At first, I thought you might tell people that I owned the club. I cleaned a crime scene, it was a problem, you knowing who I was.”

“How do people not know that already?”

“Shell company.”

She shakes her head, as if she’s just realizing that she’s mixed up with a bad man. I never claimed to be the good guy. “And after you realized that I wouldn’t talk?”

That is trickier and I’m not sure how much I should admit. I don’t want to her to walk away, don’t want to scare her. “You’re mine to protect Charlotte. You have been for a while.”

Her mouth opens and then closes, indecision marking her features as her brows pucker together. But her hands slip from her hips, falling to her sides as she looks away.

I’m up then, standing in front of her. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“That this is messed up.”

She’s not wrong. Have the two of us ever made sense? Ever fit into something that might actually work?

I’m not sure.

But I take her hand, the one with my ring on her finger and I bring it to my lips. Because I’m obsessed and it’s only getting worse.

Sinking my cock into her isn’t going to cure me, I already know that I’m only going to want her more.

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