Page 8 of Syndicate of Sin Bundle

“I’m at your door. Answer it.”

I turned off the vibrator. “You’re at my door?”

The phone went dead.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

After tossing my vibrator onto the dresser, I pulled on one of my robes and hurried into the living room, not even bothering to turn on the light. When I opened the door, the hallway was empty, bright white light filtering into the room. I stuck my head out the door and looked from side to side. Nothing but the stench of alcohol and piss coming from the apartment diagonal from us.

Someone’s hand wrapped around my wrist from behind. Cristian yanked me back into the apartment, shut the door, and pressed me against it, his breath in my ear and his body against mine.

“Wearing this for me, Roxie?” he asked, his fingers trailing against my bare collarbone and pushing the Aerie robe just over my shoulder, letting the moonlight glisten against my skin.

My breath caught in my throat, and I nearly had a heart attack. “What the hell are you doing in my apartment?” I asked through clenched teeth, trying hard not to stare into those intense eyes or feel how his knee was slipping between my legs, making my robe spill open just a bit more.

“I came to see you,” Cristian said, his eyes wandering back up my body to my face. His lips curled into a soft smile, eyes so dangerous. “But you were busy pleasuring yourself.”

I swallowed hard. “I was not.”

He chuckled and rested his hands on the door, next to my head, trapping me in. “Your nipples are hard, Roxie. You were either playing with yourself or you’re really excited to see me here.”

His gaze flickered down to them as I pulled my robe tighter, so he couldn’t see my breasts. But my nipples, they were still piercing through the thin material, still aching to be touched.

After brushing his fingers up my arms, he growled lowly. “If I don’t leave soon, I’ll end up tugging on them, principessa.” He drew his nose up the side of my neck and stepped closer to me, his chest pressed against my breasts.

I sucked in a short breath, my chest rising and falling, nipples grazing against his chest. Pleasure rushed through my body, and I let out a small moan. It felt too good. It shouldn’t.

“Oh, principessa, don’t fucking do that to me,” he said, grasping my chin and pinning me to the door.

I needed him to touch me so bad—so fucking bad. He slid his knee higher between my thighs until it reached my core and blew an unsteady breath out through his nose.

“You should go,” I said. “Now.”

After giving me one last long look, he pulled me away from the door, opened it, and walked out into the hall. His jaw twitched, as if he would snap at any moment and take me, throw me up against the wall, and ruin me.

I didn’t think I’d let him … but I hadn’t thought I’d think about him when I touched myself earlier.

I shut the front door on him, hurried back to my bedroom, shoved my vibrator back up into me, and thrust it into my pussy over and over and over. Pretending like it was his knee grinding against my throbbing core again. Teasing me with all that body heat. Making me … making me come.

A rush of pleasure shot through my body, leaving my legs tingling in delight. I sank into the sheets, feeling my pussy pulse over and over again and trying so desperately to think about anything other than the devil’s intense brown eyes.

6

roxie

“I’m looking for Cristian,” I said, my heart thumping against my chest.

I stood in his club, near the bar, tapping my foot on the ground and chewing on the inside of my lip. I shouldn’t be here. I should’ve been at work, sucking up to my boss to let me off easy after showing up late to work again yesterday because I had stayed up all hours of the night, worrying about my lovely, honest fiancé.

The bartender walked over to one of Cristian’s many guards. After taking one long look at me, the guard nodded, gesturing to follow him down the hallway. I swallowed hard and fumbled with my fingers.

Why was I here again? I should’ve been long gone, out of the damn state by now.

I stood a good foot shorter than the man as we walked beside each other down the long corridor and to one of the many back rooms. Sweat dripped down my lower back.

Am I getting dizzy? I have to be getting dizzy. I should go, leave, disappear. Now.

Slamming the side of his fist against the door, the guard looked down at me. “Cristian is doing business now. He doesn’t like to be interrupted.”

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