Page 28 of Sinners' Appetite
“No problem,” he replies, slapping my ass as I bend to grab my bottoms from the ground.
I slide them back on and tie the string before excusing myself to head inside to the washroom. Sammi follows me in and starts to laugh when we make it inside.
“Damn, girl. Malachi really puts in the effort, doesn’t he?” she says.
I turn toward her. “So, it wasn’t weird that we were watching?” I ask.
“Fuck no. You needed a good fuck and if watching us helped the process, so be it.”
“I panicked in the sauna…” I admit.
“Really? What happened?”
“Things got heated and when he stood in front of me with his cock in his hand, I froze.”
“Did you tell him anything?”
I shake my head. “No. He seemed to catch on right away. That’s why we came out so fast. Then we saw you two and I somehow put all of my fears behind me.”
A warm smile forms on her face. “I’m so fucking proud of you, baby,” she says, leaning in to kiss the top of my forehead.
“I guess I should be thanking you,” I laugh.
“No worries. I’m just glad I could help.”
I still can’t believe I let him take control of me. I wanted him so badly that I just didn’t care. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me and it felt so damn good to finally let go.
It felt good to trust again.
Eventhoughshepushedpast her boundaries and let me take over her body and mind, I still want to find out what made her fearful of me in the first place.
Not so much me, but… my cock. Specifically—giving head.
Was she forced to at some point? Was she raped in the past?
If so, who the fuck did it? Once I find out, they’ll never get the chance to lay their hands on her again.
She’s mine and I’ll do anything in my power to make sure she never gets hurt again. Even if that means killing another useless twat to prove a point.
See, before I took off from Ohio, I killed someone else. I even kept the shirt he was wearing as a souvenir. It’s locked in layers of sealed bags, at the bottom of the boxes I have stacked in my bedroom still. I don’t know exactly why I kept it. I just knew I wanted more than just the memory of ending his miserable life.
He took Amber from me, and I made sure he paid the price—slowly. That’s part of the reason I left Ohio. I knew they wouldfind his body eventually and I didn’t want to stick around to find out when. I have yet to hear if they found him, and I honestly don’t give a shit.
His last moments on earth were the best moments of mine, aside from the memories I have with Amber. I replay his death in my mind over and over, every single day. Still—it won’t ever bring her back.
Sure, I could have waited until his case went to trial, but I knew, as a first time offender, he would have the chance to “rehabilitate” and get off the hook early. Someone like that doesn’t deserve a second chance. Amber didn’t get to see her next birthday, so I made sure he didn’t either.
“Do you want another beer?” Jeremy asks, tapping me on my shoulder and snapping me out of my own thoughts.
“Oh—yeah, sure,” I reply.
He walks up to the patio and grabs two bottles, handing one to me as he approaches. “Sorry about the PDA,” he says.
“No worries. It’s your house, after-all,” I smirk. “Plus, it somehow encouraged Nikki.”
“I noticed that.”
“I have something to ask you,” I blurt out.
