Page 40 of Bells

Icalmed down enough by the end of the day that I’d decided it was time to talk to Sin. I had no idea what I was going to tell him. Maybe apologize and keep trying to get closer to Church. At the root of it all, I was sure all my anger was stemming from not having gotten Church yet. I’d been so close a few times, but he always pushed me away.

In that respect, he wasn’t like Everett. Well, maybe a little since Everett had told me not to return until I had his son under my thumb as he’d buried himself in my ass, his cock wrecking me to tears.

It was late. I was sure Sin would be home by now. I hadn’t bothered to text or call him. He’d only sent one text.

I love you, Bells.

It had made me grind my teeth.

Why couldn’t Church just tell me that? I saw the way he kept looking at me. I knew he wanted me.

I sighed, pushing the thoughts out of my head. All they did was put me on edge and make me angry and desperate. And violent. Too violent as of late.

I knocked on the front door to the watchers’ house and waited. A moment later, Church opened the door.

“H-hey,” I said, surprised he was there.

“Isabella,” he murmured, his green eyes sweeping over me. My heart jumped in my chest as his deep voice tickled my senses. “Come in.”

He stepped aside for me and I entered the house, him closing the door after me.

“I suspect you’re feeling better?” He was still focused on me.

I nodded. “Yes. Lots.”

He surveyed me. “Good. Because Sin’s not here. Ashes and Stitches took him out for a bit.”

My heart leaped. “It’s just us?”

His eyes roved up my body. “It’s just us.”

I took that as the invite I’d been dreaming about. I wasted no time as I closed the distance between us. The moment I reached him, I placed my hand on his chest.

“Can I touch you?” I whispered, my heart in my throat.

“No. I touch you. That’s how this works.”

I swallowed thickly and nodded. I was game for whatever he wanted. I couldn’t believe my luck. I knew we were meant to be.

I said as much as he wrapped his hand over mine and led me into the living room.

“We’re destined,” I said.

He grunted and said nothing as he released my hand. “Take off your clothes.”

I didn’t hesitate or consider anything past my desperation for him. I simply unzipped the dress I was wearing and let it fall to the floor before I removed my bra and pushed my panties down.

I stood naked before the man I was destined for, watching as his eyes trailed over my body.

“Do you like what you see?” I asked.

“It’ll do.”

I jutted out my bottom lip. “You don’t think I’m sexy?”

“I think you’re a piece of ass willing to do whatever I want. That’s all that’s important.”

I frowned deeper at that. He was supposed to love me.

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