Page 26 of A Sinner's Saint

My fingers curl into the blanket at my sides. As much as I want to grab her hair and wrap it around my fist, I won’t. I need her to have control here. I won’t ever take that from her.

Cammi cups my balls with her palm and slides right down my length, the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat before she gags and moves up. “Fuck, that feels good,” I moan.

Her tongue swirls around my tip. Then she swallows me down again, repeating the process over and over. “I’m going to come,” I tell her.

“Mhmm. That’s the goal here, Vin.” She smiles around a mouthful of my cock.

“You don’t have to take it in your mouth,” I say. “But, fuck. I can’t hold back much longer.”

Cammi pulls back to respond. “I want to. I want to experience everything with you, Vin,” she says before closing her lips around me again. Sucking harder this time. Her head bobs up and down faster, and before I know it, I lose control, coming down her throat. When I’m done, Cammi slides up my body. “Vin, I want you to kiss me like it’s the first and last time you ever will.”

I hold her face between my palms and pull her towards me. It’s on the tip of my tongue to say those three little words. Now isn’t the right time though, so instead, I try to tell her exactly how I feel with a kiss.

Chapter Twelve

Being the girlfriend of Vin De Bellis has its benefits. Other than the mind-blowing orgasms he gives me, there are certain advantages I wasn’t aware I get because of my relationship with him.

Like right now, for instance, when the lunch lady wouldn’t take my cash. She simply said, “Tell Vin it’s on the house.” I feelstrange walking towards my usual lunch table, knowing I didn’t pay for the food on my tray.

“What’s wrong?” Lauren asks.

“The lunch lady wouldn’t take my money today,” I say.

“You got a free meal?” Devon asks.

“That’s the thing. There is no such thing as a free meal in life,” I explain. There’s always a price to pay. Isn’t that a saying or something? I’m sure it is.

“What’d she say?” Elena asks.

“To tell Vin it’s on the house,” I repeat right as a body fills the seat next to me. Not just any body. His body. The scent of weed surrounds me.

“What’s on the house?” Vin asks me.

“Lunch apparently,” I tell him, pointing to my tray.

“Good. It fucking should be.”

“Why?”

“Because we’re De Bellises, babe. It’s how it’s done.” He lifts one shoulder before nodding at my tray. “Eat.”

“Youare a De Bellis. I’m not. And I’m not even hungry.” I push the tray towards him. “But by all means, you eat your free food.”

Vin’s brows pull down. He stares at me, his mouth clamped shut and his eyes bloodshot. “I fucked up but I don’t know what I did. You’re going to have to help me out here,” he says.

“You’re high as a kite. I’d be surprised if you even knew your own name,” I fire back at him. I know I’m being bitchy, and I shouldn’t take my foul mood out on him. It’s not fair.

“I know my name. It’sCammi’s man.” He smirks, and I fight the smile that wants to spread across my lips.

I don’t like it when he gets high. I get why he does it. Sort of. I know he’s using it to mask something. Whatever trauma Vin has experienced was bad, and I’m not going to be the one to tell him he can’t do something that gives him peace. Although I wish he’djust come and find me. He’s told me he doesn’t need to smoke as much when I’m with him, because I quiet his nightmares. I also don’t want to be that girlfriend who’s super needy and annoying.

Argh, why are relationships so hard?

I’ve had flings before. Steady boyfriends, in a way. But nothing compares to what I have with Vin. It’s as if he’s a part of me. I can’t imagine living my life without him now that I’ve got him, and I know he’s afraid of fucking this relationship up. But so am I.

“You’re really mad, huh? I’m sorry. Whatever I did, I won’t do it again,” he says.

“I’m not mad at you,” I tell him. Everyone at the table—Lauren, Devon, Elena, Dash, and Marcus—is watching us. I glare in their direction. “Don’t you all have a better form of entertainment than me and Vin?”

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