Page 145 of Sinful

Noting I was breathing too hard and fast, I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself. My head hurt. My heart hurt.

Church’s warm hand rested on my back for a moment before he shifted on the bed. His fingers brushed beneath my chin and forced my face upward so I was looking into his piercing green eyes, the blood dots from Sully still on his face.

I loved that he’d beaten him. I hated Sully with everything I was. His death couldn’t come quickly enough. Knowing he was nursing some painful wounds at the moment made me feel so much better.

“I know it’s hell inside your head. Inside your heart. I also live in hell,” he said, his voice low. “But there’s no reason to live there alone when I’m already there. If you need me, scream my name. You know I’ll always answer.”

I exhaled and rested my hand against his face, feeling the rough stubble beneath my palm and fingers.

“They’re all monsters, Dante,” I whispered, knowing the time wasn’t right to tell him my secrets.

His green eyes drank me in with each word.

“I want us to be the only monsters left in the end,” I finished, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Your wish is my command. Always, Sirena.” His lips crashed against mine, sending all logical thoughts from my mind.

I liked that we were monsters together.

We made a dangerous pairing, Dante Church and I.

Someday, we’d show this twisted world what it was like to overstep your boundaries with monsters like us.

* * *

Church keptme locked in his room with him all evening. Stitches brought us food and left it outside the door for us. It hurt me that Ashes and Stitches were left out in the cold. Lately, all my time had been spent with Sin. Now Church. It wasn’t fair to them, and I needed to do something about it.

The next morning when Church tugged me away from the door after fucking me three times in the night, I pushed back and broke free.

He let out a grunt of disapproval, but he didn’t try to stop me again. Instead, he followed me downstairs to the kitchen, where Ashes and Stitches were putting some breakfast on the table.

“Hey.” Ashes gave me his sweet smile, his gaze darting between me and Church, worry clearly in them.

“Hey.” Church released my hand as I went to Ashes and wrapped my arms around him. He relaxed against me and let out a breath.

“Heaven, baby, it’s been too long,” he whispered into my ear. “I’ve missed you like crazy.”

I squeezed him tighter, letting him know I felt the same way before I released him and went to Stitches.

He gave me a mischievous smile and pulled me close.

“Do you have any idea what it’s like to sit down here with Ashes and jerk off on the couch while we can hear Church fucking you all night long? Angel, when I say we felt left out, I mean it.”

His words made me smile as he let me go.

“You hear that, Dante?” Stitches called out, his hand still on my waist. “I had to jerk off with Ashes in the living room last night while you fucked her. Bit selfish, don’t you think?”

“Absolutely.” Church’s answer came quickly. “But I never said I wasn’t.”

Stitches gave him the finger, making Church smile a little before settling in for breakfast. I took Sin’s old spot, my heart aching a little more each minute for him, while the guys sat in their seats.

We ate the waffles Ashes made. I poked at my runny eggs, not wanting to hurt anyone’s feelings.

“They suck. I know they do,” Stitches finally said, giving me a grin. “I made them. Mostly. Halfway. I got distracted. Bored. Said fuck it. They’re my fuck-it eggs.”

I shook my head at him, biting back my smile.

“Don’t eat them. I won’t be offended. Asher didn’t even bother hiding his hatred for my fuck-it eggs.” Stitches pointed to Ashes, who got up and dumped them down the garbage disposal. “He threw them away like nothing. Rude.”

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