Page 40 of Sinful

“Answer me.” He brushed his lips along my jaw until he was at my neck.

I gripped his shoulders tightly. He shifted ever so slightly beneath me, showing me how hard he was as his length pressed against my center.

A whimper slid past my lips.

“Take it,” he murmured. “It’s yours.”

I ground my teeth, forcing the lewd thoughts from my mind of how much I just wanted to try on my terms.

“You’re curious.” His lips swept to my ear. “Try me, firefly. First ride is free, baby. I don’t tell secrets.” He bit the tender flesh of my neck, making me bite back a soft groan.

Before I could answer him, though, Sin’s deep voice called out.

“Knock it off.” The sound of Sin’s heavy boots coming closer sounded out around us. One moment, I was on Asylum’s lap. The next, I was being torn off, with Sin’s firm, powerful grip around my biceps. I crashed against him as I tried to stay on my feet from his rough tug.

“She’s the watchers’ girl, not yours,” Sin snapped. “You know that. Church would fucking skin you alive and wear your ass like a hat if he saw you touching her like that.”

“I’d become an ass hat?” Asylum’s lips quirked up in a teasing smirk. “I bet I’d be stylish.”

Sin let out a disgruntled snarl before shoving me onto the chair away from Asylum. I went down quickly, the air whooshing from my lungs.

He was right.

I hated he was.

I was wrong. So damn wrong, but I couldn’t help the feelings I was developing.

I chanced a look to Asylum, who winked at me.

“I’ll let Sinclair have this one. We’re meeting with the watchers at seven. May as well get comfortable, my dear, as hard as that may be.”

I smoothed my skirt and paid attention to my hands on my lap.

Sin and Asylum spoke to one another, but I didn’t take in anything they were saying. Instead, I cast a brief peek at Asylum before letting my focus trail to Sin. He must have sensed me looking because he glanced at me for a moment, making my heart jump.

There was something in his gray eyes that made my breath catch.

I didn’t explore it, however. Sin had taught me a lesson.

Be careful who you developed feelings for because sometimes they could change your life. I was beginning to have a problem, though. I could feel the trouble brewing as that bit of darkness skirted the edges of my mind.

Asylum cocked his head to the left, a tiny smile on his full lips.

“Admitting you have a problem is the first step in recovery. And sometimes recovery is simply taking what you want,” Asylum murmured.

Sin didn’t move. He simply stared back at me.

“Do you have a problem, firefly?”

I swallowed hard and slid my gaze from Sin back to Asylum, that darkness I was desperately trying to keep contained seeping out.

“I believe I might,” I said, licking my lips, a warm buzzing making my head feel funny.

Asylum grinned at me.

“Then come sit on my lap. Maybe we can fix a few of them.”

I blinked rapidly at him, the odd feeling and confusion replacing the void.

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