Page 118 of Sinful Kingdom

“Oh, how we’ve corrupted you.”

I can’t help but laugh. It’s true. I’d never been to a party before finding myself in the middle of this group. First a Wolves party, and now this more intimate one with their inner circle.

It gives me whiplash if I think about how quickly my life has changed in only a few short weeks.

“While you’re fantasising about me and Ant, do you remember what I told you my fantasy was?”

My cheeks burn red hot as he spins me around and presses me against Theo’s front door.

I swallow nervously, realising that I may have made a mistake wearing a skirt to this little shindig.

“Your cheeks are telling me that you do,” he breathes, dipping his head to brush his lips against mine.

“Alex,” I warn when he pulls back, refusing to kiss me like I want.

“There’s plenty of time for all that.”

“When you told me we were going to a party at Theo’s, you should have just been honest and told me that we were going to an orgy.”

He chuckles, still keeping his lips just out of touch.

“It goes without saying if Seb and Stella are in attendance, baby. Now,” he says, pressing his hand to the scanner. “Are you ready to party?”

Wrapping his arm around my waist, he holds me against him as he swings the door wide open.

“Let’s party?” He bellows over the music.

“Ah look who finally decided to join us,” Emmie calls back. “They’re even later than Seb and Stella.”

Alex leads me around the corner and into Theo’s massive open-plan living area with the most spectacular views of the city sprawled out behind the floor-to-ceiling windows.

“Pipe down, Cirillo. We’ve got a lot of ground to make up for. You’ve all had months on us,” Alex muses.

“Not how it works, dude,” Toby says.

“Pfft, how would any of you know, anyway? Drink, baby?”

“Yeah, I think I’m going to need one.”

“Evie,” Stella shouts happily from her position next to Emmie in the kitchen as she mixes cocktails. “Do you want a screaming orgasm or a slippery nipple?”

“Oh my God,” I mutter.

“She’ll have both to match what she’s already had twice today,” Alex announces way too loudly.

“Yes, girl. Get that boy’s skills working for you.”

Abandoning me, he pulls the fridge open and grabs a beer.

“She certainly doesn’t have any complaints,” he says proudly.

“Oh yeah?” Emmie teases. “For all you know, she’s been faking it every time.”

“I can assure you, she hasn’t. I can spot a fake from a mile away.”

“Oh Alexander, I do sense a challenge of some kind there.”

“Sebastian, put a lead on your girl,” I call out.

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