Page 62 of Ruthless Bishop (Sinners and Saints 3)

Thea gives me a smirk that’s all mischief. It looks fucking good on her, making my dick hard. That look should be illegal.

She takes my hand, bringing my knuckles up to press her lips against them, peeking up at me. “You said it yourself, I was hiding who I really am. I’m done hiding. Are you?”

A tortured groan tears from me. This girl…

Screw it. I’m done running from my problems and fears. Finished letting my fucked up family keep me from having someone that makes me happy. I tried to keep her away, but I’m not the noble hero. I take what I want, and if she wants me? I’m fucking giving her what she asked for.

Thea’s right. This doesn’t have to be fake. It never was. I’m a king of misdeeds. She’ll be my queen.

The sunshine to my dark moonlight.

Together we make an eclipse.

I’ll swallow her golden, warm light in my shadows, but she’ll pierce through the blackest parts of my heart.

“Be careful what you wish for,” I rumble, tugging her against me. “If we’re doing this, I might never let you go.”

“Do your worst. I can handle it.”

“Yeah?” My cock throbs. I back up toward the bed and drop onto the corner of the mattress, facing the big full-length mirror. “We were interrupted before we could finish what we started the other night, before I devoured you. Come here.”

She puts a knee on the bed and straddles my lap, her denim skirt riding up her thighs. I caress them, then unclip the straps of her overalls, peeling down the material so it pools around her waist. My hands bury under her thick sweater, pushing it up over her head.

Thea captures my mouth in a kiss and it’s so sexy. Whenever she popped onto my radar before, I never would’ve pegged her for a first move girl. She proved me wrong with her mistaken number selfie, but I still thought of her as the kind of wallflower I’d have to coax to show me her petals in bloom.

She yanks on my shirt until it’s over my head. Every second I part from her kiss is wrong, and I swallow her gasp when we come together again, both of us shirtless. It’s so much better than the rushed coatroom quickie. Now I can take my time with her.

Growling into the kiss, I unclasp her bra, discarding it to the side. I’ve dreamed of her tits after all the naughty photos she’s sent, and I’m finally going to get them in my mouth. Cupping and massaging them, I rip from the kiss to take a nipple between my lips. Thea’s head drops back with a tiny cry. As I torture one nipple, then the other with my tongue and teeth, she starts circling her hips, the material of her skirt riding higher as she rubs her pussy on the hard ridge of my cock through my jeans. I suck harder on her nipple, dropping my hands to grab her plump ass, moving with her.

“Oh god!” Thea tenses, burying her face in my neck as her body shakes.

“You come all over my dick, baby?” I speak against her tits, snaking my tongue out to flick the tight buds of her nipples.

She whimpers, bucking against me. I slide a hand lower, between her legs from behind and stroke her soaked panties, watching our reflection in the mirror. We make a sight that has my cock rock hard.

“Mm, baby, you feel how wet you are for me? Turn around, you need to see this.”

Thea climbs to her feet on unsteady legs with my help. I make her face the mirror as I strip her denim dress down her body along with her underwear. Her tits rise and fall as I guide her back between my spread knees, gaze locked with hers in the glass as I skim my fingertips over her flushed skin.

Her eyes drop and she turns her head away. A small sound escapes her.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I stroke her sides and can’t resist squeezing her ass when it’s at eye level. “I thought you were done hiding?”

“I…well, I don’t normally have to…” Her stammering fades and she gestures at the mirror. “It’s weird.”

“It’s not weird.”

“It is. You’ve been with so many girls. All I see at school is your charming smile and the pretty girls that fall all over you.” She tries to turn, but I hold her in place. “Can’t we go back to what we were doing? I want to feel good.”

Squinting up at her, I point at the mirror. “Look.”

It takes a minute of her peering back at me pleadingly, but she faces her reflection.

“This is who you are, Thea. This is the girl I see. Look at her—you. You’re beautiful. Forget everything else.” I kiss her hip and trail a path to the sun-shaped birthmark I’m obsessed with, biting her skin lightly. With a tug, she lands in my lap. “Come back here.”

Tension lingers in her body. I spend long minutes placing feather-light kisses over every inch of skin I can reach, holding her hair up as I focus on the back of her neck and shoulders. Eventually she melts against my chest.

An ember burns around my heart. I will make her see what I do—what I saw that first night we sexted.

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