Page 8 of Sinfully Mine

She clicked a few keys on her laptop, and I knew the screen had sprung to life with viewers watching her every move. The light from the screen bathed her in a soft glow that somehow made her seem more vulnerable and innocent.

A shy smile teased her glossy lips as she continued to lick the lollipop, twirling the end of her pigtail with a single finger.She teased the viewers, opening and closing her legs, and finally leaned against her pillows as she lowered the sucker. Right to the apex of her softly parted thighs.

Fuck. Me.

She wouldn’t do what I was thinking, right?

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Leaning forward, my gaze was glued to the screen as I continued to pump my fist around my cock. With every stroke, I wanted more of Grace, almost jealous that the bastards watching the video got to see the beautiful woman I couldn’t stop thinking about.

But they didn’t get all of her. Only the close-up view of her panties and the crease of her slit, her tongue licking and curling around the sucker, and a soft moan. Whatever they desired, they had to pay for it.

I wondered how long she planned to let the show go on. Her fingers slid inside the pink lace, parting her folds as she dipped a finger in her pussy. I thought I’d hear wet sucking sounds as she gyrated her hips, but I didn’t. Wasn’t she turned on?

Grace, or Dolly, as she reminded the viewers, smiled at the camera and winked. “The next hour has been bought by a single customer on my golden sucker tier. That’s all for tonight. Bye, Daddies.”

Daddies? Was that her kink?

Someone paid for an hour of her time. I suddenly wanted to reach through the screen and choke the guy that I’d have to share the time with. Maybe my obsession with Grace had reached an unhealthy level, but I didn’t care. As much as I loved to watch sexual encounters, the thought of sharing her with anyone else pissed me off.

I wanted Grace to be mine.

Yes,my Reaper agreed, finally speaking into my head. He’d been silent this whole time, enraptured with every fluttering breath in her chest and roll of her hips. He grew increasingly possessive, which only increased my infatuation and desire to meet Grace in person.

At first, I didn’t want her connected to my life in the RBMC. My personal life and the club were kept separate on purpose. I’d seen the shit that other members went through with their ol’ ladies and club girls. Shit got complicated fast, and then the drama started. I didn’t have the patience for it.

But that wasn’t the most critical reason. Up until a few months ago, the club had dealt with numerous enemies, human traffickers, a drug cartel, a rival club, and a decades-old feud that cost the lives of several of our brothers. I wouldn’t risk bringing a woman into that life when I couldn’t protect her. Too many factors were out of my control.

When Grim eliminated the last threat, he brought peace to the club. Now, The Crossroads wasn’t on lockdown, and the members’ families didn’t need constant protection. We could all breathe easier knowing the last of the shit had been dealt with, and our Reapers no longer had to reap as many souls.

Grace sighed and closed her laptop. Her head tilted back, and she relaxed her shoulders, no longer focusing on the screen or the viewers who typed responses to her, begging for her to entertain them. One more glimpse. Just a few seconds more.

She didn’t look like she was enjoying herself. In fact, I’d see she appeared tired. Noticing her expression and the fatigue that caused her eyes to flutter, I decided to back out of the chat and log off, ensuring she never found out the truth. She didn’t need to know that I witnessed everything for the last two hours. I probably would have left if I didn’t hear her whisper my name.

“Hunter,” she moaned in that sultry rasp I adored, sliding her hand down her stomach and dipping between her legs.

I realized two things at that moment. One, she didn’t have a private show. For whatever reason, she backed out instead of accepting the payment. Two, she said my fucking name like she’d fantasized about me on multiple occasions before now. There was a familiarity with the way her lips wrapped aroundthe proper noun and caressed the letters. Like she wished I could be there to fulfill every dark fantasy she ever had.

Oh, baby, I will. Promise.

My Reaper’s dark laughter echoed in my head.

“Hunter,” she repeated, exposing her pussy as she pushed the pink lace of her thong aside, proving that she had grown wet thinking of me. Fuck. She was definitely turned on now.

Her legs opened wider as she arched her back, getting lost in the sensations of her body. I could see her fingers swirling over her clit, rubbing tight circles into the nubbin. She paused to dip two fingers into her glistening channel, swiping up her dew before sliding upward to her clit again.

I never saw anything sexier.

My Grace had thick thighs and pretty eyes. A whole lotta sweet and a little seductress. Fuck me. After tonight, I was a goner.

There was nothing that could hold back me or my Reaper now. We wanted her, needed her, and would do anything to ensure we made her ours. I vowed to protect her, which meant I needed to find out why she had become a cam girl. Was it money? The thrill? Or did she have a specific kink she didn’t feel like she could safely explore outside her home?

Our club owned Linked, a bar in Goldfield that specialized in sexual fantasies and provided discreet companionship. Every kink imaginable could be enjoyed as long as it never involved hurting anyone or forced encounters without consent. Those who crossed the lines met swift and painful punishment. And those who agreed on terms were free to explore without our interference.

I wondered what Grace would think of Linked.

My focus returned to the beautiful woman on the camera as she began to writhe on the bed, moaning and gasping as she approached her climax. I increased the pressure and speed of mystrokes, wishing she was here so she could lick my cock clean. My balls tightened as I felt my spine tingle.

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