Page 90 of Fearless Sinner

“Trust me, you’ll like it.”

I glide my dick in and out, opening and stretching her to take me. When I do, I slide deeper and, fucking hell, she feels so good I lose my mind again.

Her cry of ecstasy tells me she’s there with me.

“Do you feel good, lass?”

“Yes. Oh my God.”

That’s all the confirmation I need before I unleash and fuck her arse.

My whole body feels alive joined with hers. Every pound I give her feels like I go deeper and deeper to own every inch of her. The parts I can see and the places I can’t. I want it all.

It doesn’t take long before I come again. This time I come harder, filling her up and leaving my cum in both her holes.

I slump on the bed, hunched over her, sharing the same sexual exhaustion.

I pull out of her and undo the blindfold and scarf from her wrists.

The first thing she does is reach out to cup my face and kiss me, then we fall back on the bed.

I kiss her harder, getting ready for a repeat of what we just did.

It’s pouring rain outside.

The rain is falling so heavily we can’t even go out on the beach. Chloe and I have been eating dinner in the hall. It’s Japanese katsu curry chicken with sticky rice in a bowl, so we’re sitting on the floor by the biggest archway, watching the rain fall.

The only plus about the storm is that I added an extra day to our stay in Saint Tropez.

To save us from flying back in turbulence and possibly hazardous weather conditions, I arranged with my pilot to fly out on Monday evening. That way we’ll get back to New York by morning the following day.

Chloe and I can spend the day together getting over the jetlag before we have to return to the real world. I’m not looking forward to that.

I haven’t exactly left it behind while being here. I’ve had the guys check in with me to keep me updated on what’s going on. Which is not a goddamn thing.

Every motherfucking thing is exactly the same as it was weeks ago. We’re still keeping tabs on the hotel in New Jersey, still looking for Harlan, still looking for Lance. And it looks like Jaxon won’t get the second part of his shipment back.

I think it was nothing short of a miracle that we were able to get any of it. And that was thanks to Virgo. The fact that he can’t track down the rest means that Lance must have realized how we got to them and disabled the tracking mechanism in the rest of the shipment.

“Hey, you’re spaced out again.” Chloe holds out a glass of wine to me.

I take it. She drinks hers, too, then smiles at me.

“What’s on your mind?” she asks. From time to time, she tries to ask me about what’s going on. I won’t tell her. One thing my father always taught me was to keep women and children out of business. It wasn’t because he thought my mother or Olivia and I needed to be kept in the dark. It was because he didn’t want us to worry.

It’s hard enough being a mafia family, but to worry about your life continuously as well is hard.

“I’m thinking about the rain.” I smile back at her.

She knows I’m lying but humors me with a smile. “I’m thinking about the rain, too.”

“Do you like the food?”

“That’s like asking me if I like sunshine.” She laughs. “The food has been amazing. Every day I have a different favorite dish. This is my new one.” She raises her bowl, which is nearly finished. I devoured mine within five minutes of getting it, whereas she’s savored hers.

“I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it, and I like it here, too. I always used to hear people say they went on vacation and found it hard to head home, but I’ve never experienced that until now.”

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