Page 12 of Beautiful Sinners

My hand roams the concave of her hip which gives way to the valley of her waist before it comes to rest on the swell of her stomach. She jerks at the sensation of my finger running circles around her belly button stud.

“When did you get this?” I ask, giving the sexy diamond a light tug.

“A year ago when I dyed my hair blue.”

Blue? She said she missed out on so much, but so did we. Years of her life that we will never know or get to experience.

She gasps when I ease out of her, then gently thrust back in, and she angles her chin to look down between us where we’re connected.

“When did you get pierced?”

“On Hen’s seventeenth birthday. Tristan chickened out at the last minute.”

Her mouth breaks out in a smile that sends my heart rate soaring.

“It feels really good,” she says, intently watching the slow glide of my cock as I fuck her. “Did it hurt?”

I don’t reply that I felt nothing because I’d been conditioned to block out pain since I was a boy. She doesn’t need that reminder of our childhood or the shit all of us went through to make us worthy to lead the Society once we came of age.

“A little.”

Her needy whimper delights my ears as my middle finger teases its way down her taut stomach to her clit. A wave of blissful sensations passes through us simultaneously when I press against the tiny bundle of nerves and her pussy clamps down, practically choking my cock. I’m not going to last long, and I need her there with me.

Syn writhes and moans as I swirl faster and faster circles that send shockwaves reverberating through her entire body. Each stroke of my cock, each press of my thumb on her clit, ignites an explosion within us both that seems to feed on itself until neither one of us can hold back any longer. Gentleness turns to punishing as we chase our orgasms. Her moans become louder and more desperate, and she cries out my name as frenzied currents carry us higher and deeper into each other until we catapult off that cliff together and fall into euphoria.

As we ride the aftershocks, our mouths meet, our kiss languorous. My tongue flicks her lower lip, and she hums when I take it between my teeth and pull.

“I’ve never felt anything as incredible as the way you feel inside me,” she whispers against my mouth.

“Love you, sweet girl.”

I have ten years of those words stored up, and I plan to say them every fucking day for the rest of our lives.

She holds my hand to her chest. “Mo chroí.”

The water starts to cool, and we both groan when I reluctantly slip out of her. I crank the shower handle as far as it will go, hoping to get a few more minutes of warm water, then quickly soap her body and hair.

When I get to her scars, she quietly says, “He had a constellation tattoo on the right side of his neck.”

She doesn’t notice that I’ve gone rigid as she turns around under the spray to rinse her hair.

She doesn’t see how those eight words cause my world to fall apart until my humanity is stripped bare, and there is nothing left but betrayal and revenge.

I saw her drawings in her journal. The cluster of graphite stars I thought I’d seen before but couldn’t place.

But now I know.

I thought things couldn’t get any worse. I was so fucking wrong.

CHAPTER 4

I can tell something is weighing on Constantine’s mind as he towels me dry, but I don’t pry because I’m too overwhelmed with my own tangled thoughts. My memories are a fucked-up jumble of puzzle pieces. It’s like the hard drive in my brain was corrupted, and I’m only able to recover small bits of data at a time. The guys, my parents, what happened that horrible night. But there’s something else there. Something important that won’t come out of the shadows and into the light for me to see. It’s frustrating to feel this split within me where I want to remember but also wish I never do.

Constantine wraps the towel around me and tucks the end piece to secure it above my breast. He unfolds another towel and does the same around his waist.

Want me to dry your hair?he signs, and I can’t help but swoon a little at the offer.

“Thank you, but I can just braid it. It’ll be easier.”

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