Page 82 of Sinful

The urge to go to my room and take a photo of myself, then send it to Church was overwhelming me. The little dark part of my soul was definitely encouraging it.

“Want to smoke?” Stitches asked, pulling a joint out and looking to Ashes.

“Fuck, why not.” Ashes got up, but not before kissing my head again. Stitches tilted my chin up and dropped a sweet kiss on my lips before he went out to the back patio with Ashes. Ashes’s lighter’s red glow illuminated them for a moment as they lit the joint.

Deciding it was now or never, I went upstairs to Church’s room, my phone in hand, and lay in his bed in my white nightgown.

Carefully, I took a photo of myself sprawled in his bed, hoping I looked seductive and not like a nervous wreck. I’d never sent anything racy to anyone in my life. My goal was to get him to video home. He hadn’t done that yet with me. It was always to the guys. Even all his calls were made to Ashes or Stitches. None to me. I didn’t expect him to call, though. It wasn’t like I could blame him. Who would want to call and listen to someone breathe on the other end?

Instead, he’d call one of the guys, and they’d relay his messages to me. He missed me. He’d be home soon.

But soon wasn’t coming fast enough, and I was growing frustrated.

Drawing in a deep breath, I sent him the photo and waited nervously for his reply.

It felt like forever that I stared at his ceiling before my phone buzzed. Excitedly, I looked to see that he was requesting a video call with me.

Using a shaky finger, I accepted the request.

His handsome face came onto the screen.

“Specter,” he greeted me in his deep voice. “My naughty girl.”

My heart banged hard as he leaned forward, his shirt off.

“What are you doing all alone in my bed? Where are Ashes and Stitches?”

I bit my lip and moved the camera so he could see the window. Hopefully, he got my meaning.

He smirked at me. “I understand. So you thought you’d tease me?”

I stared at him, noting how tired he looked. All I wanted to do was reach through the screen and hug him. Thinking about the awful things he was doing at home made my stomach twist with a sickness I didn’t know I could have.

“Well.” He sat back and raised his brows at me. “Take off your clothes so I can see you, baby.”

I stayed sitting for a moment before I got up, propped my phone on his dresser, and backed away. Slowly, I removed my nightgown, panties, and bra, my arms moving to cover the scars I now had.

“I want to see all of you,” he husked out while sitting in his chair, smoking something.

I let my arms fall away so he could see me.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said, his voice thick with want. “You don’t know how much I’ve missed you, specter. You’re in every fucking thought I have.”

My heart lifted at his words.

“Give me something else to think about, OK? Can you do that for me, baby?”

I gave him a small nod that seemed to please him because he smiled.

"I want you to lay on the bed with your legs spread. Can you do that?"

I hesitated for a moment before moving back to the bed and doing as he requested, my nerves taking over, making my legs tremble.

"Relax, baby. This is the fun part. I promise. Spread your legs for me so I can see that pretty pink pussy."

I felt the heat sweep over my body, but I spread my legs wider for him.

"There you go. I like that."

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