Page 83 of SINS & Temptation

“Let’s go home.”

Chapter Thirty-Three

KENNEDY

“Is there anything you need?” Enzo murmurs as we step through the door.

But I don’t respond. Not to the way his hands trace up and down my arms, the warmth of his breath on my neck, or his kiss on that heart-shaped freckle he’s so fixated on—I should feel something for him.

But I don’t.

Is Riley right? Is he responsible for our father’s death?

I do need something. Answers. It’s the only reason I’m letting him touch me, be with me like this. “No,” I whisper, my heart pounding so hard and fast it feels like it might burst from my chest.

He kisses me again, and my chest tightens. Can a kiss taste like regret? “There’s something I haven’t told you, Bella. Something that will change us. Change everything. But?—”

I nod, understanding he’s right. “But what?”

It surprises me when my hand rises to his chest without permission, a primal reaction to the tremor running through his frame.

Instantly, his arms wrap around me, his lips kissing, nipping, licking, losing himself completely. A surge of desire crashes over us so hard that there’s no stopping him now.

And in that moment, a sensation washes over me, cool to the touch, numbing my thoughts.

He gently removes my clothes, placing tender kisses on my shoulders and breasts, completely adoring my body before shedding all his clothes.

“What did you need to tell me?” I ask, absentmindedly stroking his hair.

I need to hear it: the truth. And if he’s responsible for our father’s death, I need one more thing. Something gut-wrenching. Something absolute.

Revenge.

And with every touch, every moment of pleasure he gives me, I repeat to myself, “He will pay.”

The more he works me, making my body yield to him, wet and craving, teetering on the edge, the more I accept it.

I let myself do it—I come and fall from grace so willingly that a Bible verse echoes in my mind. “An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth... But I tell you, do not resist an evil person.”

He crawls over me, plunging in deep and fast, and my body yields as it always does. Defenseless. The quicker his thrusts, the tighter I cling, arms around his shoulders, legs wrapped around his waist.

I hate myself for it now but vow to forgive myself for it later.

When the full force of him crashes into me—deep, shuddering, both of us crying out—my heart shatters to dust.

He whispers, “I’d do anything for you, Bella.”

I say nothing, panting through my thoughts.

I wonder, would he die for me?

When the shower starts, I throw on a robe and charge into his office. With a flick of the lights, I tear through every drawer, searching in a rush until I find one that’s locked.

I nearly break a letter opener, but the lock pops open.

What I find is horrifying. Photos of women. Girls. I flip through so many at once, to the point nausea shoves its way up my throat so fast, I nearly puke.

My eyes snag on another image, and all the air rushes from my lungs. Trinity.

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