Page 15 of Sin and Deception

I wanted to scream with frustration as Theo continued to grip my dick tightly, denying me the relief I so desperately craved.

"You bastard."

"I won't deny it." He pulled out and turned me around, pushing me back onto the couch before taking hold of my cock again.

And then, before I even had a chance to understand what he was planning, his lips engulfed me, taking me deep into the warm cavern of his mouth. It only took a few swift strokes from that wicked tongue for me to explode, wavesof intense pleasure coursing through every nerve in my body.

He drew out my release with his hand, and once I could think straight again, I opened my eyes to find him smirking at me with a triumphant glint in his gray eyes.

"Still think I'm a bastard?"

"Yes."

Theo shrugged and joined me on the sofa. "Too bad you're stuck with me."

He meant those words as a joke, but they also carried a sense of truth that eased our tension. We sat there in silence, half-naked and still catching our breaths, but now the tension from earlier no longer hung heavy in the air like a suffocating fog. Instead, the intimacy and connection of our bond pulsed between us. The only thing missing in these moments was our angel—our third partner who completed us.

The three of us fit together perfectly. We fully understood and accepted each other. Our dynamic functioned smoothly, whether we were all together or just two. There was never any confusion or jealousy. We recognized the depth and strength of our love for one another.

The truth was that Theo and I shared a deep love for each other, but without Nerine, a part of our souls felt incomplete. We attempted to fill that void with our physical relationship, but no matter how hard we tried, we couldn't erase the pain of her absence from our lives.

"I'm sorry for pushing you," I whispered, my voice heavy with emotion. "I can't stand the idea of losing you, Theo."

"Walking away isn't an option for either of us, Xander." His words were firm and resolute, reminding me once again that we were in this together.

His hands turned my face toward him, his strong fingers gently caressing my cheeks before his mouth captured mine in a slow, indulgent kiss. The taste of mint and whiskey lingered on his lips, a striking contrast to his usual gruffness. I melted into it, savoring the warmth and intimacy of the moment.

At that moment, I needed him more than ever. I needed his touch, his comfort, his love. And damn, we needed to find Nerine so everything in our world would be whole again. Without her, nothing felt right. Without her, we would never find peace.

I turned to face him, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders as I deepened the kiss until my cock twitched back to life. He reached down between us, his fingers wrapping around my shaft and stroking it with practiced ease.

We’d just come together not long ago, but sex was a welcome distraction from our problems, and I was happy to know he was eager for another romp. I reciprocated by reaching down and wrapping my fingers around his rapidly growing shaft, enjoying the feel of him in my hand.

But our passionate moment was interrupted by the persistent vibration of my phone. With a groan, I reached for it, reluctantly pulling away from Theo's embrace.

“It’s a text," I said, wrinkling my brow as I read the message.

“By the look on your face, I’m guessing it’s bad news?”Theo muttered. I glanced up at him, worried and anxious to rush back as my initial desire quickly faded into concern.

“It’s from one of the guys inside with Gusto Aetos,” I explained. “He said they have a lead on Nerine. She might be in Atlantic City.”

“Another city of sin?” Theo asked with a sigh.

“Then that means they saw the book, too,” I added, my mind racing with all the possible implications.

“Fuck. Our enemies are closing in.”

“What if they find her first?” I asked, unable to shake the fear and dread creeping into my thoughts.

“We can’t let that happen. If anyone finds Nerine, we will be lucky to find a body.”

“No. That’s not an option,” I said firmly, shaking my head.

I gazed out the plane's window, wishing it would fly even faster as my heart raced with worry and anticipation. "This shit is pissing me off,” Theo growled, his face contorted in an angry sneer. “I swear, if Nerine did this on purpose, I’ll never forgive her.”

I scoffed at his words, shaking my head in disbelief. “You’d forgive her for anything if you saw she was still alive.”

He growled in frustration, his only response to my brutal honesty.

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