Page 109 of Wicked Sins

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—sweater, and how it sets off her skin that makes me want to see what she’d look like with my cum streaking her body.

Jesus, worst timing ever.

“Later,” I say, turning my back on her. “I’m trying to sleep.”

The rustling of her clothes as she walks stops.

Go. Turn around, leave.

You’ll thank me later, darling.

“Joah, I’m scared.”

As if to punctuate her statement, a flash of lightning paints the room white. Candy yelps, and I’m sitting up in a rush a moment later, my heart pounding as a wild crack splits the air with noise.

When I look at her, she has both hands to her chest, her eyes wide.

“It’s just a storm.” I’m not in control of the words—they seem to come from someone else.

She shakes her head, even attempts a laugh, but it sounds hollow. “It’s my mom.”

“This again?” There’s a snap in my voice, but she doesn’t hear it. Doesn’t care. Thunder grumbles outside while she comes closer, and then the first faint patter of rain hits the tiled roof far above. “Just call her up and—”

“I’ve been trying the whole day.” Candy hesitates, and then perches on the edge of the bed. She turns her back to me, staring out the window as her fingers reach up and pull her braid over her shoulder. She starts toying with it, fingering its length and pushing stray strands back into the weave. “It just goes to voice mail.”

With a sigh, I collapse back onto the bed. This shifts the quilt, but I manage to yank it over my dick just in time.

She looks over her shoulder and gives me a sad smile. Then she holds something out to me. I take it gingerly—it’s a cheap-looking ring. Thin band, tiny green stone.

“Pretty,” I murmur, handing it back.

“It’s my mom’s.”

I want to ask her why it’s significant, but for the first time, I see something in her blue eyes that makes me feel like an asshole for being so annoyed with her.

Dark shadows have stolen the light from her baby-blues.

“You really don’t think she’s with her sister,” I say.

Candy shakes her head. Her eyes dart to me. “Did you hear what W-Wayne said?”

Why does she trip over his name like that?

I shake my head.

“When he came back.”

I shrug at her, frowning. She glances away. “I didn’t want him to catch me in his room, so I hid in the closet.”

“Youhid?”

“I was—” she cuts off, but I know what she was about to say.

I was scared.

I get it, my dad’s an intimidating guy.

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