Page 144 of Sinful

I loved getting laid.

But I loved getting laid by her the most.

It had been way too fucking long.

We slowed to a stop, and I kissed her gently. Softly.

She pulled away and stared into my eyes for a moment before she ran her fingers lightly along my face, asking the question without words.

“It’s Sully’s,” I answered her silent question. “He pissed me off today. I doubt he’ll do it again.”

I cradled her face, taking in her reaction.

Slowly, she took my bloodied hand and drew one of my fingers deep into her mouth and sucked.

Fuck. Me.

My perfect girl.

“Oh, specter. I’ll willingly give you all the blood of your enemies if you want it.” I watched her tongue on my finger. Felt the suction of her mouth as she continued to suck and taste my small gift to her.

“You’re really my little monster, aren’t you?” I mused when she finally released my finger.

She gave me a tiny smile.

I smiled back.

“Fucking perfect, baby.” And it was. I proved it by putting her on her knees and fucking into her body once more, my fingers fisted in her hair as she clung to my headboard.

The perfect welcome home gift.

SIRENA

Having Sin gone now broke my heart. But having Church back put it back together, even if there were pieces still missing.

The Sinful pieces.

Hell, the Asylum pieces. The Bryce pieces. The Mirage pieces.

I frowned at my thoughts, hating how foul they felt. How wrong they were when I had everything a girl like me could want.

Maybe I was selfish.

Church’s lips descended on mine before he stared down at me.

“What’s wrong?”

I sat up in his bed and stared down at my hands, desperate to tell him about Sin and everyone else but knowing it would jeopardize a lot of things.

Sometimes I was really brave. Sometimes I was crazy. But mostly, I was a wuss.

I bit my bottom lip as I contemplated how to make my wishes a reality. How I could get Church to see reason for all of it.

But I remembered what he told me when he left and the things he promised if Sin came around.

I felt backed into a corner without a way out. It wasn’t just the stuff that happened to me in the woods and my need to scream that monster’s name from the rooftops. It was everything. It was building up to a place I wasn’t so sure I could tolerate.

I was at the end of my rope with all of it.

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