Page 45 of Sin

Me:Why alive?

Bones:If it isn’t them that makes the kill, they won’t get paid for it.

I look down at my gorgeous girl and feel a pang in my chest. She has done nothing wrong other than being born to a thief.

Me:I am not letting her leave the apartment until this is done with. It’s safest for her here.

Bones:Agreed. They know she’s in Las Vegas, so it’s best to keep her there, under lock and key, if necessary.

Shit.

I put my phone down on the bed beside me and hold her a little tighter as she stirs. Kierra nuzzles her face into my neck and kisses my skin. With a moan, she says, “You always smell so good.”

I chuckle softly, “Yeah? What do I smell like, baby?”

She giggles, “Sin. You smell like delicious sin.”

Climbing on top of me, she lowers herself onto my cock and then appears to second guess herself. “Am I allowed to do that?”

Her cheeks pink up, and I laugh. “Is it a submissive act? Not exactly. Are you allowed? Yes. I’ve never allowed a woman to touch me as freely as you do, Kierra. But I like it. Fuck baby, I love it, so be a good girl and ride me.”

I watch her move up and down on my cock, her tits bounce with every movement, her head tossed back, dark messy hair hanging around her shoulders, and fuck me. She looks so good like this. I’m used to women taking direction from me. They don’t even suck my dick without being told to, but Kierra takes what she wants. And while I like my women submissive, I like this too. Her using my body to get off is a definite turn-on.

Grabbing her hips on either side, I lift her off me, climbing onto my knees, I flip her over as she yelps, holding her down by the back of her neck and I slam back inside her pussy.

She moans while I snap my hips forward at a punishing pace. “Daddy. Oh, my God.”

“Come for me, you filthy fucking slut.”

With my weight on her back, holding her down, there’s nothing she can do but whimper helplessly, and I love every little sound.

“That’s right. Fucking take it.”

Her pussy clenches down on my cock with a grip so fucking tight I swear I see stars as I release inside her.

“Put a t-shirt on,and I’ll make breakfast. Joe is getting your things from the motel for you today. So you’ll have your clothes.”

She gets up and pulls a shirt on and I barely hear her small, nervous voice. “Do you love me?”

I don’t answer, so she repeats her question, a little louder, “Do you love me?”

Running a hand through my hair, I say, “Can we not do this, Kierra? I’m committed to you. Is that not enough?”

She shrugs her shoulders. “Yeah, it is. I guess I wondered if we were in the same place and now I know we’re not.”

I don’t know if I love her. I’ve never been drawn to a woman like I am her, but I’m not sure my heart knows how to love. How are you even supposed to differentiate between love and lust? I love fucking her. And I care about her more than I’ve ever cared about any woman. I just don’t understand why we have to define it beyond her being mine. Why are those three words so important to women?

Kierra turns to me but keeps her gaze on her feet. “I’m sorry, Sir. I should not have asked.”

I raise an eyebrow, even though she isn’t looking at me. “Sir? What’s my name to you?”

She sighs a shaky breath, “You said to call you Sir or Daddy and I’m going with Sir.”

“Very well,” I say as I turn out of the room. Here we go again. She’s trying to punish me, withholding what I want because Ican’t give her what she thinks she needs. The problem with conversations like this is they have far-reaching consequences. Sometimes we say things and even as we say them, we know we’ll live to regret the words even when we don’t know why.

CHAPTER 31

KIERRA

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