Page 161 of Sinful

“My sweet, brave girl, willing to make a deal with the devil.” He cut his other palm before I turned my palm upward. He made a small slash over it, the sting making me hiss. I pressed my hand to his and twined my fingers with him.

“Maybe I’m a devil too,” I whispered.

“I really fucking hope so, baby.” His lips met mine in a deep, penetrating kiss before our hands were all over one another, the blood stains marring our skin.

“By the way,” he said between frantic kisses. “You’re going to come downstairs and fuck Sin in front of me so I can watch.”

I groaned against his mouth, making him chuckle.

But when he lifted me, I wrapped my legs around his waist and let him take me downstairs and place me on Sin’s lap.

If he wanted a show, I’d give him one. As long as my timid side didn’t stop me, I knew I could do it.

That’s what queens in hell did. We persevered.

SIN

Her hand was bleeding, and she had some bloody handprints on her skin. I looked to Church. He raised his brows at me and moved to his chair, matching handprints on his body and his hand bleeding too.

What the fuck deal did she make with him?

It worried me to know. I’d left after breakfast with Ashes to rush back to my dorm room to grab William Snakespeare and my belongings. We’d only just gotten back. I thought I was living in a damn dream being home. Things were a little tense with Church, but we’d been at this point before, so it wasn’t anything I couldn’t get through. This time, I had Sirena as a prize, so the fight was worth it.

I’d kept my distance from her, though. I wanted to ease Church into seeing us together. He was already teetering on the edge of insanity and fury. No sense in pushing him into the deep end.

But damn, him putting her on my lap sent my heart into twists.

He was serious about it.

At first, I considered he was maybe playing a cruel trick on me. Bring me home and make me think shit was finally working out. Have my hopes up high so that when I crashed back to earth after he snatched it away, it would teach me a lesson.

So far, it wasn’t like that.

Sirena snuggled against my body, her face buried in my neck. I cast a look to Church to see him watching us from his chair, his body a little stiff, but nothing on his face that said he was going to gut me.

Ashes winked at me and flipped his lighter open and closed while Stitches peered at Bill through his glass tank.

“Is it slimy? It looks slimy,” he muttered, giving the glass a small tap.

“He’s not slimy,” I said. “He’s pretty calm, too, actually.” I ran my fingers through Sirena’s hair and placed a kiss atop her head. “You can take him out if you want.”

“Eh, I don’t know man. I like rope and all, but this here, friend, is a nope rope. Motherfucker is as long as I am. Dick-wise, of course.” He shot me a wink.

I chuckled as Stitches tapped the glass gently again with a tatted hand before shaking his head.

“Nah. He looks like he might be plotting how best to swallow me whole.”

“He’s not quite big enough to do that yet,” I said. “Plus, he already ate.”

“Keep him in your room. Just in case.” Stitches looked at me, a serious expression on his face.

I smiled at him and nodded. “Sure, man. I’ll keep him in my room.”

“We could get a cat,” Ashes piped up. “Those are nice. I had one when I was a kid.”

“No cats,” Church called out.

“A dog?” Ashes asked. “Something big. A Doberman.”

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