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“I want to be able to see you too.” I don’t care, there’s a fractional less discomfort the other way. I want all my senses playing a part in this new experience. Seeing Sin’s face drawn tight in ecstasy, knowing it’s my body that’s giving it to him is a must.

Sin generously coats his cock with lube and comes over me. He’s still for a moment as he just looks at me, as if memorizing this moment. His hand reaches out to tangle through my hair. ”I promise to make this good for you,” he says. Then, he kissesme. It’s reminiscent of those first sweet, barely there kisses we shared on the doorstep of our home, but this kiss is charged full of feelings that neither of us has yet to name.

He lines up his cock to my hole. Instinctively, I hold my breath waiting for him to invade me. “Breathe, and bear down,” he orders, and once I do as he says, he drives into me.

There’s pain and pressure as Sin fills me, but that’s not what I’m focused on. It’s the completeness I feel in this moment. The absolute relief of finally being where a part of me always knew I belonged.

Sin looks down at me, his eyes stunned.Is he feeling this same overwhelming certainty of the rightness of this? The rightness of us?

“So fucking sweet,” Sin rasps, as he starts moving. He doesn’t have to ask me if I’m ready for him, our bodies seem to know what the other needs. I quickly become attuned to the rhythm of the snap of Sin’s hips and begin to meet his thrusts eagerly.

Sin aims for my prostate each time he pistons into me. His cock triggering an even more shattering reaction than his finger did earlier. With each thrust, I gasp and clench around him, not believing he can give me any more pleasure until he drives into me again and sends me to even greater heights.

“Do you feel like you’re mine?” Sin asks, referring back to my earlier demand.

‘Yours,” I pant out. “Always yours.”

“That’s the way it should be.” Deep satisfaction gleams in his eyes. “Because I just claimed your virginity and by the time I let you out of this bed, there’s not an inch of you that won’t be marked by me.”

He wraps his hand around my cock and begins jacking me in time with his thrusts. I start chanting his name, knowing I’m about to come and wanting his name on my lips when I do.He hits my prostate with a one-headed drive, and both of us explode. The feeling of being filled by Sin’s come, spiraling me even higher than my already celestial-like orgasm.

Sin collapses on the bed and scoops me up, so I’m lying in his arms. Neither of us speaks. I’m not sure we’re able to. I know I’m not. All those nights I’d endlessly fantasized about what having sex with Sin would be like, and none of my most erotic fantasies could come close to what I just experienced in his arms.

The Cassidy that came into this room is a different one than the one that’s lying in this bed, recovering from a tsunami of a first sexual experience. It’s not just that I lost my virginity. The act just confirmed what I already knew deep down. My feelings for Sinclair Brandt are soul deep, and distance and time away from him will never sever the connection.

Chapter 25

Sin

Time loses all meaning. It’s split between a scant amount of sleep and losing myself in an endless loop of orgasms with Cassidy. When I realize it’s actually around noon on Sunday, I coax Cassidy into skipping class tomorrow so we can fly back to Nashville late tomorrow night instead of the flight we’re supposed to be on that takes off in a little over three hours.

I crave more time alone with him before we have to go back to our complicated life. Hell, I’m tempted to tie Cassidy up and keep him locked in this hotel suite until I can sate my need for him, but it might just take a whole lifetime and possibly longer than that.

When I’m on my phone changing the flight, I notice six texts from Mercer. He’s not the type to be giving attitude about ditching Freedom Fest, so I know something must be up.

I’m about to text him back when Cassidy says he’s going to take a shower. Phone forgotten, I pick him up and toss him over my shoulder to drag him into the shower where I use every one of those eight pressurized jets on him while I go to my knees to give him his first official start-to-finish blowjob. Afterwards, while Cassidy is leaning against the marble tile, panting andlooking at me like I’m a god, I mentally add another one of his firsts to my list.

We order room service and are having a picnic on the bed when I remember Mercer’s texts. Not wanting to get bogged down with back-and-forth text messages, I go out to the balcony and call him. He answers on the first ring. “About time you picked up your fucking phone.”

“I’ve had better things to do,” I tell him, looking through the sliding glass door at Cassidy, who’s chowing down on his avocado bacon burger and chili cheese fries with gusto, a contented smile on his face. He tried to order a salmon power bowl, but I nixed that and ordered a meal that I know he loves instead. I also ordered him a chocolate-hazelnut cheesecake, which, as soon as I hang up with Mercer, I’m planning on slowly feeding him so I can taste the chocolate on his lips. “Which I want to get back to, so what’s got you texting me like a tween who got their first phone?”

“I bet you do,” Mercer snorts. “But while you were shacked up with your stepbrother having a kinky family love fest, the world has turned upside down and your father is right in the middle of it.”

Mercer proceeds to tell me about a wild ride of events that has Digger Mcree being the victim of an assassination attempt at Freedom Fest, the perpetrator of a kidnapping, and the runner of an illegal fighting ring where he livestreamed a death match that he forced his own son to fight in.

“It's a fucking soap opera,” Mercer says. “It’s the only story on the news right now. Gideon has issued a statement that he denies any close association with Digger and had no knowledge of any illegal activity, but the media keeps showing pictures of your father and Digger together at political events and of the Reivers acting as security at the Citadel.”

Fuck.I have knowledge and proof of their association. My father forced me to go to Digger’s “fight nights” a shitload of times while I was growing up. He said they’d “toughen me up and make a man out of me.” They were brutal, bloody, and illegal as hell. I’m pretty sure Oliver has a slew of pictures of my father attending them from when he was running surveillance on him in the early days of his investigation. Add in all the copies of my father’s paper-only financial records I’ve collected over the years, full of tax evasions, shady deals, and several partnerships with some questionable business associates, including Digger Mcree.

I’ve kept them in my arsenal, but had no plans to use them because I know how a scandal involving my father’s many misdeeds would turn out. He’d climb up on his pulpit, give an Oscar-worthy, tear-soaked apology to God and his parishioners for falling from grace and giving in to the sins of the flesh, and miraculously, all his misdeeds would be forgiven and, thanks to his powerful connections, any criminal charges would be dropped.

And even if the evidence I’ve built up would put him behind bars, it’s not how I want his destruction to play out. I want my father to go to jail for the murder of my mother. I want to be in the room and watch as his arresting officer handcuffs him, and he realizes that he didn’t get away with ending her life and taking her away from me.

But the scandal might make getting the DA to decide to prosecute a whole hell of a lot easier.

Things are about to blow up.

I’ve got to get back to Nashville. I need to see how the Digger Mcree scandal affects my plans for revenge. I also need to do a threat assessment. A cornered Gideon is a dangerous one, and though I’m confident I can withstand the fallout, I don’t want Cassidy to be vulnerable. He might be eighteen now andno longer under my father’s legal control, but I don’t trust that Gideon won’t strike out at him anyway, like the snake that he is.

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