Page 142 of Sinful

The dead can’t scream. I always made sure of that.

“Easy. Dante. Dante. Look at me.” Atkins gripped my shoulders and shook me. “Hey. Over here. Dante. DANTE!”

I looked away from the fucked-up face of Sully and back to Atkins.

“There we go.”

“Let me finish it,” I said in a monotone. “I won’t even say you were here.”

“But I am here, and I can’t let you do that. It’s not worth it. You know it’s not. Go back to your room, and I’ll make sure he doesn’t die. Your father would lose it if he died. You know that.”

“He’d lose it if either of you died,” I said before clenching my jaw hard. “You’re both his fucking minions.”

“You know that’s not true.” He gave me an even look. “You know what survival looks like, Dante. Don’t pretend like you don’t. We’re the same. We’re both just trying to live.”

I let out a snort. He was right. I hated he was.

“Go back to your place. See your friends. It’s been too long. I’ll handle this.”

I glance to Sully on the floor, blubbering like a lunatic, before turning and leaving the room without a word.

Atkins was a decent guy. Mostly. He was stuck like the rest of us. I knew the feeling all too well. While he didn’t make it to the Underground, he did what he had to do here to stay alive. That was just how life worked in our world.

I knew I was covered in that shitbag’s blood, but I didn’t care. Atkins was right. I’d been away for too long. I needed my family to bring me back down.

As quickly as I could, I made my way to the house, vowing I’d kill Sin if he were inside. When I opened the door, it was to find Ashes and Stitches sitting on the couch with Sirena’s feet on Stitches’s lap and her head on Ashes’s.

“What the fuck happened—” Stitches started while Ashes’s eyes widened.

I said nothing and stomped forward before dragging Sirena off them and bringing her into my arms.

She let out a little grunt, still asleep. I took in the dried tears on her face and shot them both a sharp look.

“Why was she crying?” I demanded in a soft, dangerous voice.

“Just. . . a bad day,” Ashes said dully. “You know how that goes. We gave her some meds to bring her down so she could sleep it off.”

I did know how bad days went.

Without another word, I took her upstairs to my bedroom, determined to make both our bad days into a good one.

When I got inside, I laid her on my bed, noting her deep breathing. She was out. Perfect. I needed this.

I didn’t bother to wash the blood off my hands and face. Instead, I carefully undressed her and stared at her beauty, taking in all the dips and curves before stripping my own clothes off.

“So beautiful,” I murmured before moving to the bed so I could spread her legs. I parted them easily, taking in the very place I planned on burying myself in only moments.

Fuck, she was perfection.

I’d missed her so damn much while I’d been away. All I’d wanted was to see her. Hold her. Kiss her. Fuck her.

And now I was home, and we were here.

I moved forward and lapped gently at her pretty pink pussy, enjoying how bare she was for me. How she tasted. How her warm body felt beneath mine, perfectly helpless and open to whatever I wanted.

Fuck, it was her I wanted. All of her.

I continued to eat her sweet center, sucking gently against her clit, my dick getting harder by the second as she let out a soft little moan, her breathing heavy.

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