Page 34 of Sunshine & Ink

The only club girl I want riding my dick is Sunni, and I’ll tell her that as soon as she comes back out.

Shit, I was even bluffing about making her sleep in the common room. I just wanted to watch her squirm. I couldn’t sleep for shit without Sunni beside me. I need her there.

Apostle asks for a cigarette, too.

“Don’t get used to that,” I ground out harshly. “Sunni is still mine. That was just to teach her a lesson.”

Apostle nods, his face serene, but it’s slick with sweat and his chest is still heaving up and down. “You got it, boss.”

He’s right, but something about how he says it kind of pisses me off.

Something flashes into my mind.

Sunni saying, “I’m scared of him.”

There’s an uneasy prickling all over my skin.

Shit, maybe I went too far, letting him fuck her mouth.

I think about that look in her eyes again. Was thatfearas she looked atme?

I don’t want Sunni to fear me. She’s still my main girl, the one I want warming my bed every night, the only woman on earth with my mark on her.

Hell, I’d even marry her and make her my old lady if it wouldn’t lower my status.

Finally, I get up and go look for her. She’s not in the room. Not in the kitchen. Not in the backyard.

I run into Amira and Bridget in the hallway.

“Have you seen Sunni?” I asked.

“No,” Amira said firmly.

Bridget shook her head too.

There was something in their eyes, a flash of something I didn’t like, that made me uneasy. Was it because of Sunni that there was that quick flash of anger in their eyes before they dropped them respectfully to the ground?

Without saying another word, I whirled around and stalked down the hallway.

I needed to find her

Finally, I spotted Sunni out the front window.

She was outside with her backpack on the ground beside her, staring at the driveway with her arms crossed.

She didn’t turn around when I approached from behind.

I felt another frisson of unease.

“Come inside,” I said. “I want dinner.”

“Go get your dinner then,” Sunni says.

I frown. That’snothow she talks to me. Her voice is remote, cold, uninterested.

I move in front of Sunni, staring down at her.

She looks up boldly at me, arms crossed and hip jutting out.

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