Page 66 of Sinful Sacrifice

Not using a condom was stupid.

But at this moment, I love that he’s the first man to come inside me.

The first man I’ve had sex with, with no barrier between us.

It’s beautiful.

Now, if I miss my period in a few weeks, I probably won’t agree with this statement. I’ll more likely have a panic attack.

But for now, I’m relishing this moment.

I’m lost in my thoughts and gasp when he cups me beneath my armpits and pulls me off his dick and lap. Before I can catch my next breath, he tosses me on the bed, climbs over me, and shoves his face between my legs.

He’s relentless as he eats and finger-fucks me.

He doesn’t slow down once until I’m squirming beneath him, my hands clawing at the sheets and my head thrashing from side to side.

He builds me up, up, up until I come crashing down.

And when I’m done, he pulls back and wipes his mouth. “Now, I’m strong.”

It’s noon, and my mom’s living room curtains are closed.

I’ve never seen them shut during the day. Opening them is usually the first thing she does in the morning.

“You have to get natural light in to start your day,” she always told us. “Sunny, stormy, overcast—it doesn’t matter. You need to see the sky.”

I could hardly look Monique in the eye when Damien and I returned downstairs after what he referred to as breakfast. He stood to the side, allowing me to help Monique make the menu for this week.

What is my life?

Last week, I was eating ramen and almost-expired cereal, and now, I have a private chef? Well, Damien does, but he did it for me.

Julian, who’s apparently on Pippa-sitting duty, came over, and Damien left. He made sure to tell me to be good before kissing me goodbye.

I peer over at Julian in the driver’s seat of his Mercedes, taking in the similarities and differences between him and his brother. Julian is younger—my guess, around four or five years. Their hair is the same shade, but Damien’s is messier and thicker. Both have a slight tilt on their noses, thick brows, and tall, lean bodies.

They are also men of few words.

Julian hardly spoke to me on the drive to my mom’s. That might have to do with the fact that he hadn’t wanted to bring me here. Damien and I had a five-minute-long argument. He’d wanted me to stay at his place, but I refused, insisting I needed to check on my mom.

I unfasten my seat belt. “Do you wait out here?”

He glowers. “Would you like me to come in and have girl talk with you?”

Okay, rude.

I offer him a sarcastic smile. “It might make you less tense.”

He cuts the engine and pushes his black Ray-Bans up his sleek nose. “Hard pass. Soft isn’t my strong suit. Don’t stay long.”

“Okey dokey.”

He doesn’t say a word as I leave the car.

The sun beats down on me as I walk to the front door and knock. Since Damien had the locks changed, I don’t have a key yet.

Mental reminder to get one.

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