Page 99 of Sinful

At my snake. At Siren.

At the prospects for the night. To speak with her again.

It was my secret, and I wasn’t telling anyone.

SIRENA

You make me forget how to be sad.

Sin’s messy scrawl made my breath catch.

I hated that he was sad. It was burning a hole through my soul.

He’d be here soon, though, and I was hopeful I’d be able to make him smile. He was quickly growing on me.

“What are you making?” Stitches came into the kitchen after I’d tucked the note back into my dress pocket and wrapped his arms around my waist before planting a kiss on my cheek.

I lifted my pasta fork out of the steaming pot and showed him a nearly limp noodle.

“Mm, spaghetti.” He continued to hold me while I stirred the pot, enjoying his warmth on my skin. “You’re cooking for Sin?”

I felt him tense slightly.

Carefully, I put the pasta fork onto the counter and turned in his arms.

He stared down at me, his dark eyes filled with an emotion I couldn’t place. Maybe fear? Sadness? Worry? Or a mixture of all the things.

“Malachi,” I whispered, finding the words inside me. I had the desperate need to let him know I wasn’t going anywhere despite the growing feelings blooming within me for all the current men in my life. The watchers were where I wanted to be. Sin coming home was important. Asylum and Mirage joining. And Bryce. . .

My face heated at the thoughts, not knowing what I was going to do to make it even happen. Maybe it was a pipe dream. If Cady were here and I’d have said that, she’d laugh and wiggle her brows at me, making it dirtier than what I intended. Pipes and dicks. She had a way about her like that.

He blinked quickly in surprise. “Angel?”

“I love you,” I finished, going up on my tiptoes and pressing my lips against his.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned against my lips before deepening it. “I love you too.”

A gasp of surprise left me as he lifted me quickly and sat me on the kitchen table, his fingers in my hair, his tongue tangling with mine.

He broke the kiss off abruptly, a dark look in his eyes before he put his hand on my chest and pushed me flat on my back.

With ease, he lifted my legs and placed my feet on the table.

I made to lift my head, but he tutted at me.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to eat your pussy before I fuck you. If Ashes comes in before I’m done, I’m going to let him have some fun too.”

Quickly, I looked to the pasta cooking on the stove. Catching my meaning, he swept to it and turned off the burner before pulling the pot off the stove and draining the water from it.

He returned to me immediately.

“I’ve never cooked and fucked before,” he said, smiling at me. “I’m going to need you to hold on, angel. It’s going to be rough and fast.”

With those words, he shoved my dress up and tugged my panties off before diving between my legs.

He wasn’t kidding.

I gripped the edge of the table as his tongue flicked expertly over my clit, sending bolts of electricity through my body.

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