Page 22 of Sins & Paradise

I couldn't help but be impressed by the camaraderie and loyalty that seemed to flow through every inch of this place. These men, as rough and intimidating as they appeared, had a bond that went beyond friendship. They were brothers.

Lobo paused outside a closed door at the end of the hall. He glanced at me, something unreadable flickering across his face, before turning the knob and gesturing for me to step inside.

Curious, I crossed the threshold and found myself in a bedroom, but not like the others I had glimpsed. This one was softer, with pale yellow walls and delicate floral curtains. A white wooden bed frame stood in the center, topped with a cozy handmade quilt. Stuffed animals rested against the pillows.

"This is for AZ's little girl," Lobo said quietly from behind me. "He, Cariña and his daughter have all been staying in one roomsince we’ve been on the move. I’m sure they are looking forward to having a little extra space."

I turn to face him, surprised by the tenderness in his expression as he surveys the room. In that moment, I see a different side to the hardened biker - a man who valued family above all else, who would go to any lengths to protect those he loved.

My heart swelled with a newfound appreciation for him and the club he called home. Beneath the rough exterior, there was an undercurrent of love and fierce loyalty flowing through the Royal Bastards MC. And I found myself wanting to be a part of it.

Standing there, absorbing the tender details of the little girl's room, a lump forms in my throat. The care and thought that went into crafting this space speaks volumes about the heart of this club.

Lobo clears his throat, pulling me back to reality. "There's one more thing I want to show you," he says, uncertainty tingeing his voice. Intrigued, I follow him back into the corridor. We walk a short distance before stopping in front of another door - unmarked and mysterious.

Lobo hesitates, hand resting on the doorknob. "This is my room," he admits softly, avoiding eye contact. "It's not much yet, but I wanted you to see it."

He pushes open the door and steps aside for me to enter first. I step inside slowly as my eyes adjust to the dim light filtering through a small window. The room is indeed sparse; beyond asimple mattress on the floor and a duffle bag in one corner there are no personal touches or furnishings. The walls are neutral gray; the floor dull concrete.

I turn to face Lobo who hovers at the doorway looking unusually self-conscious. "I know it's not impressive," he shrugs offhandedly. "I just moved in and haven't had time to fix it up."

"No, it's perfect," I assure him sincerely. "It has potential – you can make it feel like home."

Lobo locks eyes with mine as if searching for something within them. For what feels like an eternity neither of us speak; background noises from clubhouse fade until our world consists only of this room and us two.

Slowly, Lobo reaches out to take my hand. His calloused thumb brushes gently over my knuckles, a shiver running down my spine at the touch. "I'd like that," he murmurs softly, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "Making this place a home... Maybe it's something we can do together? If you think staying on the island is something you want. We could make this work if you wanted."

His words hang in the air between us – 'we', 'us', 'together' – and it takes me a moment to process their implications.

My heart skips a beat at his words. Standing there in that empty room, our fingers intertwined and eyes locked, I struggle to breathe under the weight of his intense gaze.

The air crackles with electricity between us as Lobo's dark eyes bore into mine, filled with unspoken desires and tentative hopes. I feel drawn to him, like a moth to a flame, the magnetic pull growing stronger with each passing second.

Without thinking, I close the distance, pressing my body flush against his. Lobo inhales sharply but doesn't move, allowing me to take the lead. Heart pounding, I trail my fingers up his muscular arms, relishing the way his skin pebbles beneath my touch.

"Angela," he breathes, my name a prayer on his lips.

In answer, I capture his mouth with mine, kissing him with a fervor that surprises even me. Lobo groans low in his throat, his hands coming up to tangle in my hair as he kisses me back with equal passion. I push him backwards until he's pressed up against the wall, my hands roaming greedily over his hard body.

"Dios mío, you're going to be the death of me," Lobo rasps when we finally break apart for air. His eyes are black with lust, sending a thrill straight to my core. "The things I want to do to you..."

"Then do them," I whisper boldly, nipping at his bottom lip. "I want you, Lobo. Right here, right now."

A wicked grin spreads across his handsome face. In one swift move, he flips our positions so I'm the one with my back against the wall. He pins my hands above my head, his body a delicious weight against mine.

"Oh I plan to, muñeca," he promises darkly, his breath hot against my ear. "I'm going to worship every inch of you until you're begging for more. Until the only word you remember is my name."

I whimper as he sucks hard on my pulse point, certain to leave a mark. "Please Lobo..." I plead shamelessly, writhing against him.

"Please what, Angela?" he taunts, his hand sliding under my shirt to palm my breast. "Tell me what you need."

Just as I open my mouth to answer, a loud banging on the door interrupts us. Lobo curses under his breath, his forehead falling against mine in frustration.

"What the fuck!?" he barks out, not bothering to hide his annoyance.

"It's Pooh," comes the muffled response. "I found something you need to see. Now."

With a heavy sigh, Lobo reluctantly pulls away from me, running a hand through his tousled hair.

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