Page 46 of Sinful

It was a picture of the guys just standing around and talking. It was a casual photo I’d taken. At the time, I hadn’t noticed Sirena in the background, but there she was.

I zoomed in and screen-capped the photo.

She looked so innocent and pure. So scared.

I swallowed hard while staring at the image before I traced my fingers lightly over her face. While blurry, it was the only photo of her I had.

Closing my eyes, I envisioned the way her lips parted when she was on the verge of communicating. How big and colorful her eyes were. The way her long black hair whipped around her in the breeze. The way she chewed her bottom lip when she was thinking or nervous.

The way she smelled like something I could devour.

I stroked my cock beneath my blankets, yearning to hold her. Kiss her. Get her to forgive me.

What a homecoming it would be.

But one I knew I could never have.

It didn’t matter what anyone said. Church was always the one who finalized decisions. As much as I wanted her to tell me to come home, I knew he’d never allow it. I’d never be going back.

I forced the ugly thought out of my head and focused on the way she looked in my mind’s eye. In my mind, she reached for me. Caressed my face.

Her lips met mine.

I groaned as I continued to jerk it to the image of her in my head.

In my imagination, I pushed her gently onto her back before kissing my way down her body to her pussy where I licked and sucked, making her squirm beneath me.

“Fuck,” I hissed out as the image faded, and I came all over my abdomen. The jewelry from my Prince Albert piercing made me feel like the orgasm was even stronger. I hadn’t been laid in what felt like forever. This was as best as it got as of late, though.

Fucked up dirty thoughts of a girl I couldn’t have.

I disgusted myself.

Sighing, I got up and cleaned up the mess I made before getting back into bed. The room was dark, with the exception of the moonlight streaming in through the window. I lay in bed for what felt like hours before sleep finally took me.

I wasn’t asleep for long when the door opened, and Asylum entered the room.

Groaning, I cracked my eyelids open and peered blearily at him as he stripped out of his clothes, down to his boxers, before he grabbed his pajama bottoms from his dresser.

“You were gone a long time,” I commented gruffly.

He slid into his bed and turned to face me, the moonlight on his face. He looked exhausted.

“Those watchers are a lot of work. I wanted to stay back to see my forever girl, but Stitches must have kept her beneath him for the better part of two hours before they finally came back out,” his words were sour. “I had to listen to Church rant about you and pray Ashes didn’t burn the damn place down. That guy is a mess. He tries to hold it together for all of them. Poor bastard.”

“Yeah, Ashes is a good guy. He tries,” I muttered.

“He’s on your side. Mostly. I think maybe even Stitches is, although he didn’t come out and say it.” Asylum rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. He was quiet for a long time before he spoke. “She came and sat next to me when Ashes was warming the food and the guys set the table.”

I watched him in the moonlight, taking in the way his Adam’s apple bobbed and the look of vulnerability on his face. I’d never seen it before, so it was surprising to me.

“She let me touch her,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “It was for only a moment, but she brushed her fingers along my palm. I felt her before she pulled her emotions away from me.”

“What did you feel?” I whispered back, my heart in my throat.

“She’s so full of love and light, but that darkness within her beckons me. I was already obsessed with her, but she’s changing. The darkness and the light will meet in a crash of violence. I can’t wait for it to happen so she can truly become whom she’s meant to be.”

I exhaled. “A monster like us?”

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