Page 3 of Sinful Submission

I turned to her, seeing the same dark hunger in her eyes that I felt. She wasn’t afraid of the violence in me, and that made her more dangerous than anyone else in the room.

“Now,” she demanded.

We burstthrough the exit into the Miami night. The humidity was lighter than earlier, but the sudden absence of the club’s heat made Santari shiver. “You can’t protect me from everyone, you know.”

I pushed her against my bike, caging her between my arms. “Watch me.”

She reached up, and her fingers trailed over my jaw. “I don’t know why your badassery turns me on so much, but I love it.”

“And you have no idea what you do to me.”

“Show me.”

A group stumbled out of the club behind us, drunk, and laughing. Santari’s lids lowered as she pushed off the bike.

“Take me home, Titan,” she said again. “Before I make you fuck me right here.”

I swung onto the bike, feeling her slide on behind me as the motor roared to life under us. Her thighs pressed against mine. She fit perfectly behind me. Her arms tightened around my chest, and we rode off into the night.

My head brokethrough the surface of the water, and I took in a breath, resting my feet on the pool floor.

Opening my eyes, droplets blurred the silhouette standing on the pool’s edge, but it didn’t hide his broad shoulders, muscular torso, or the tattoo sleeves on both arms.

I dipped my head back and wiped my eyes then lifted to stare at him again.

…Titan Valentine.

I still couldn’t believe he was mine, and that he had agreed to be with me in such an arrangement. When it came to polygamy in the world, it was mostly made up of several women and one man. But in our world, it was only me and three of them - Cruz, Storm, and Titan.

Three dark, intense, and incredibly gorgeous men who each played a significant role in my life.

I was living a dream. Some would call it a fantasy. But I called it serendipity. I couldn’t be whole without them. They were the pieces to a full puzzle, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I’d found that out over the last few months. My, how time flew. I didn’t come to The Omega House with the intention of falling in love with them. In fact, I came furious because of the death of my brother, Revere Lake – for short, they called him Rev.

But things had changed so quickly that for anyone else, it would have left their heads spinning. For me, coming here gave me understanding and fulfillment like I’d never imagined.

All my life, I’d known something was missing, and no one man could seem to satisfy me in a way that made me complete. The longer I stayed, the clearer it became where I belonged.

Still, even knowing this, Titan was holding back. While we agreed verbally, sexually, and mentally, he was still holding back, and I wanted all of him.

The metal wheelrolled against Titan’s thumb and a flame ignited from his flip-top lighter, illuminating his goatee and suckable lips. His skin was smooth, his body hard like a candy bar dipped in chocolate and I wanted to suck him deep in my throat.

Arousal hit me below, my pussy thumping like a palpitating heartbeat. I bit my bottom lip, watching him like he had watched me most of the night. His gaze was fixed on the blaze, and I wondered what connection he had with fire as he always went somewhere else whenever he stared into a flame.

“What’s on your mind, Santari?”

His gaze blinked once and then those dark eyes were on me, and he closed his fist around the flame, effectively snuffing it.

“Wondering where you go when you see fire.”

“Why do you want to know that?”

“Because I want to know you, Titan.”

“You don’t think you know enough?”

“No.”

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