Page 1 of The Sins of Saint (The Sins of Saint 3)

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Saint

I didn’t haveto look at her to know what was on her mind. She had been thinking about it since the moment we set foot on the plane. I noticed how she bit her bottom lip, her teeth nipping at the flesh as she fought the need to ask the question that had burned her tongue for hours. I was surprised she had lasted this long. But the second we landed in New York, the uncertainty and fear had gotten the better of her.

“Where will we be staying?”

I got up and shrugged into my suit jacket. “Don’t worry, Mila.”

“Are you…” Her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard. “Are we going to—”

“You know,” I leaned down and placed my hands on either side of her, cocooning her in and crowding her by bringing my face inches from hers, “I’d be lying if I said the thought hadn’t crossed my mind. It would be fucking biblical if our story had gone full circle by returning to the place where it all began.” I stroked a finger down her jaw. “Problem is, I’m trying not to be a dick. And to take you back to the hotel where I killed your so-called friend and kidnapped you without an ounce of remorse—now, that would make me a dick…wouldn’t it?”

Her emerald stare was fixed on mine, a blatant refusal to show I intimidated her. But from the corner of my eye, I noticed the subtle movement of her hand, gently palming her stomach. It amazed me how we had just found out about her being pregnant, and her instinct to protect our unborn child had already jumped into gear.

I watched as her plump, rosy lips parted. “Forgive me if I’m not foolish enough to put anything past you.”

“You still don’t trust me.” It wasn’t a question, yet her narrowed eyes gave me an answer. I smirked and pulled away, buttoning my suit jacket as I straightened. “To answer your question, no. We won’t be staying at the hotel where Brad’s blood has stained the carpet. Now, come.” I held out my hand to her. “We have a car waiting for us.”

Her hand was warm and inviting as she placed it in my palm, her eyes never leaving mine. “Where are we staying?”

“You’ll see.”

“Surely you know by now that I have a natural aversion to secrecy.” She shrugged. “And lies.”

I broadened my shoulders and pinned her with my stare. “Walk, Mila.”

“Fine,” she huffed and turned before making her way down the aisle toward the exit. For a moment, I allowed myself to appreciate her sleek, firm calves, which looked equally inviting in flat shoes as they did in heels. The short navy-blue romper she wore had the naked skin of her thighs teasing me the entire fucking flight as she crossed and uncrossed her legs multiple times. There was only one thing that stopped me from fucking her in the shower with her hands tied to the rings I had installed for just that purpose, and that was the life growing inside her. As much as I wanted to see her face as the rapture of pleasure and pain ripped her body to shreds, her being pregnant trumped every other feeling or desire I had. It was a motherfucking game-changer, and once again I found myself in uncharted waters with this woman. It was amazing how absolutely nothing went according to plan ever since she stepped off that goddamn elevator in sneakers and a Lakers t-shirt. Yet here I was, utterly consumed by her, and if I was honest with myself, I wouldn’t change a goddamn thing.

Except one.

One tiny little thing.

A three-sentence clause in her biological father’s last will and testament.

Something I should have shared with her the moment James discovered it. Something I can now no longer tell her because if I did, she’d run from me again, and there would be no amount of money or bullets that would let me find her this time. She’d make sure of it.

I straightened the lapels of my jacket as determination settled in my squared shoulders. Losing her again along with my unborn child was not an option. It would be a cold day in hell with the Devil’s spine frozen to his throne before I’d allow anything to take them away from me.

Mila cleared her throat. “Are you coming, or do you plan on staring at my ass until sunrise?”

“Is that an option?”

She narrowed her eyes at me, and I cocked a brow. A mighty stare-off between lovers, the energy between us crackling with a desire as strong as a thirst that could never be quenched.

I sauntered closer and abruptly reached out, snaking my arm around her waist and pulling her against me. The gasp that rolled from her lips ricocheted down my insides and compelled me to kiss her like she owned my last breath. The curves of her body fit perfectly against mine as if God created her just for me. And the way her taste exploded on my tongue, it was an array of flavors toxic to my self-control. Her moans, her whimpers, the brush of her fingers as she weaved it through the hair at the back of my neck, it all blended into the perfect bait for the beast clawing at my insides, famished for the woman trapped within my arms.

She tore her lips from mine, and this time it was my groan slicing through the silence. “It’s not fair.” She bit her lip. “It’s like God anointed you with this supernatural talent to be a dick yet still end up having women spread their legs for you.”

I grinned. “Is that what you want to do right now? Spread your legs for me?”

She scoffed and pushed against my chest, smiling. “You’re an asshole.”

“See, now, that makes me thinkyou’rethe one blessed with a superpower.”

She flipped her curls over her shoulder. “Yeah, and why is that?”

“Because I’ve buried every single person who has called me an asshole to my face, yet here you are.” I captured her gaze with mine. “Still breathing.”

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