Page 26 of Sinners MC: A MC Anthology

“All right. If you don’t want to answer, then give me something else and I’ll let you leave.” His grip around my waist tightened.

“What do you mean?”

“Give me a kiss. Now,” he demanded, rather than asking like a gentleman. Why did his sudden dominance make my blood rush? Why did his demand make my heart flutter?

This was wrong.

He cupped my face with one hand, while his other hand remained around my waist.

“I deserve a kiss for winning, because I won that for you.”

I frowned in confusion. “Me? I never asked you to do that for me, you asshole.”

He chuckled under his breath. “Trust me, seeing that worry and affection turned me on so much. Your entire body was flushed, just like the way it is right now.”

He wasn’t wrong.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I felt my breath getting shallow.

“Just like now, your breathing was shallow when I was on the other side of the slope. I could tell from your heaving chest.” His fingers raked down my neck as they caressed my pulse point.

“Your pulse was racing, wasn’t it? Everything you were feeling then, you are feeling now. Want to know how I know it?”

I couldn’t voice my answer, so I just nodded. “Because I felt the same way, like I’m feeling now. The moment I saw you, I felt all your emotions mirroring mine,” he whispered against my cheek as his breath caressed my skin. My eyes fluttered closed as his fingers snaked lower, while his lips worked their magic, placing feather-like kisses on my cheek…getting closer to my lips.

“I want a kiss now, and so do you, Lisa.”

His lips hovered over mine. So close and yet so far.

“Kiss me, beautiful. Kiss me now.”

His words were my undoing as I leaned forward and kissed him. His hands gripped the back of my hair tightly before his lips moved with mine. Plump and soft, his lips tasted like mint. So addictive…so sinful. My lips treasured his touch. His fingers sank deeper into my hair until he cradled the back of my neck. My mouth moved with his a little faster, with a little more passion. Surprisingly, he gave me his tongue. The chemistry between us was so volatile and natural that I felt pissed at myself for wasting my time on those useless past relationships back in my freshman year.

Aiden was a great kisser, no doubt about that. He kissed me like he had been waiting for this moment for a long time. But a sudden thought broke the moment for me as I remembered him kissing other girls this way. This would just be one of his many kisses, and for me it would all be a memory.

I ended the kiss abruptly and moved my face away from his.

“You’ve had your kiss. Now let me go,” I breathed.

Thankfully, he listened and moved away. Taking my chance, I moved sideways and started to walk away again. When I looked over my shoulder, he was still there with his hands inside his pockets as his eyes never left mine. But it was hard to miss the slight lick he gave to his lips as if he were cherishing my touch.

Turning away, I got to the main road and got in a cab. This could never happen again.

I wanted to be with the Aiden, who was a part of my heart. But this Aiden? I didn’t know him at all.

CHAPTER 3

Over the weekend, I spent my days locked in my room. I didn’t text, call, or go to Aiden’s house to check on him like I usually did. After the night at the arena, things started to take its turn.

Monica’s words kept repeating in my mind like a mantra.

Should I really move on? Should I not try to apologize to a man I didn’t know anymore?

I tossed and turned in my bed, as sleep was nowhere to be found. The clock on the wall showed it was 1:15 a.m. It was just me tonight; meanwhile Monica was at her parents’ place to spend the weekend. I wanted to visit my dad too, but with the emotions I was dealing with, I knew he would catch wind of it and start with his rapid-fire questions. Throwing back the covers with a huff, I tied my hair back in a ponytail and grabbed a book from my desk to read. I sat back against the headboard and opened my book when suddenly the sound of a roaring engine from outside caught my attention. I’d heard that sound so many times that I would recognize it even from a mile away.

And that meant only one person was here. No way.

My heart jumped as I dropped my book and pushed aside the curtains. As I anticipated, Aiden was outside my dorm, sitting on his motorbike, his face raised up looking at my window like he knew I was going to come out.

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