Page 98 of Sinful Secrets

She stares at me. “I’m yours?”

“Yes. You are mine. And only mine. No one else will get to know what it’s like to be with you. No one will feel your pussy tighten around their cock as you come.”

“But that won’t stop them from coming after me.”

“Yes, it will. Besides, I’d kill anyone that tries to harm you.”

She sighs and moans, making my dick harden.

Shaking her head, she asks, “What is wrong with me?”

I squeeze her hand. “Nothing is wrong with you.”

“The idea of you killing someone for me doesn’t scare me like it used to.”

I wait until she’s looking at me to speak. “It was never meant to scare you.”

She shrugs. “Well, it did. You are very intense pretty much all the time.”

“Sorry.” I grunt out.

She closes her eyes and laughs. “No, you’re not.”

I join in and laugh along with her. “You’re right. I’m not sorry.”

Her laughter dies down. “Can I ask you another question, and if you don’t want to answer, I won’t ask again?”

“Uh, yeah.”

What could she want to know that I haven’t already told her?

“Before we met, you used to come into the museum all the time. There was one night you came in right before we closed. You looked sad and traumatized and had dried blood on your hands. What happened?”

I try to think back to what was going on before I met Savannah. Francesca was kidnapped and shot, but I didn’t get blood on my hands. She was taken to the hospital.

When would I have gone to the museum with bloody hands?

Jax. There was so much blood when I was dealing with him.

“You must be talking about the night I had to bandage Jax up.”

“Who’s Jax?”

I take a deep breath and tell her about Jax and his family and how they kidnapped Francesca. I explain every event thereafter and how it eventually led to Rhett killing Jax and Francesca, wanting to attend his funeral.

If Savannah’s going to be a part of my life, she deserves to know everything that has happened, so she isn’t blindsided.

“Do you want to head inside? I can order some Chinese for lunch?”

“That sounds incredible.”

Surprisingly, Justine isn’t home. She might still have classes for the day.

I place our lunch order and take off my shoes before joining her on her couch.

“What’s your backstory? Are you an only child, or do you have brothers or sisters? I feel like there’s still a lot I don’t know about you.”

“I have three brothers and two sisters. I’m the oldest at twenty-five years old. My brothers are twenty-three, twenty-one, and eighteen. My sisters are twins and are fifteen years old. Mom really wanted a girl and after four boys, she got her wish.”

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