Page 70 of Beautiful Sinners

CHAPTER 24

That underhanded son of a bitch. Aleksander went right for Aoife’s biggest vulnerability. Unfortunately, what he said was the truth. We are keeping things from her. Important things. Life-changing things. Secrets that have the power to make her walk away from me for good.

And I can’t let that happen.

Aoife is mine. She’s always been mine. I fucking love her with every dark, damaged part of my blackened soul. Aleksander may claim a truce, but he’s going to get a war because she will never be his.

That beast I try so hard to contain breaks free from its chains and goes after the thing it wants most. Her.

I want to claim her. Fuck her. Possess her. Mark her body with my mouth and my cock and my cum. Hear my name screamed from her lips as she falls apart underneath me.

“You want to trust something, Red? Fucking trust this.”

I’m not gentle when I fill my hands with her curves and roughly pull her to me. I’m not kind in how I viciously claim her mouth. And I’m not tender when I devour her moan with my tongue.

She sets me on fire when she immediately submits, and I’m tempted to lay her out on the counter island and feast, but her lips are too good. The kiss too perfect. The way her body writhes in my arms too damn irresistible.

“Tristan,” Aoife protests and tries to pull me back when I break our kiss.

“We done arguing?”

Never afraid to challenge me, she replies, “You started it.”

I love how strong and stubborn she is. How she’ll fight for what she wants and for what she believes in, even if it goes against what the guys or I want.

“Yes, I did.” I twist her words around, changing the meaning to all the debauched things I intend to do to her. “And I plan to finish it with my cock deep inside of you.”

Her brows lift in sexy defiance, and it hits me for the first time that I didn’t notice they weren’t blonde. Like her hair, she must have dyed them, too.

Arching her back until her luscious tits almost spill out of the top I’ll be ripping off her soon, she suggestively bites her bottom lip. “Who says it’s only going to be your cock inside me?”

All the air gets siphoned from my lungs as instant lust funnels directly to my dick, but it’s my conscience that taps me on the shoulder to get my attention. As much as I want what she’s suggesting—god, how I fucking want it more than anything—she’s only been with Con. In almost every way that matters, she’s still innocent.

The energy in the kitchen alters into something more provocatively dangerous when I sense Hendrix and Con draw nearer, but Aoife never takes her eyes off me. With those soul-deep baby blues, she watches as the angel perched on one shoulder battles with the devil on the other. When she sees the devil win, her smile is so fucking big and beauteous, it captivates me with the power of it.

I don’t resist when she pushes me back with a finger to my sternum. The skintight material of her painted-on leggings catch the kitchen light when she slides off the countertop, changing the color from black to an iridescent aquamarine, like the wings of a blue morpho butterfly, a shade lighter than the color of her eyes.

She bends over to pull down the side zippers of the ankle boots, taking her sweet time and torturing us with teasing glimpses of her perfect ass.

“I don’t want to be your good girl tonight,” she says to the three of us, straightening up and stepping out of the boots. “I just want to be yours.”

Showing a confidence I haven’t seen before, she curves one arm behind her and pulls at the bow tying her shirt straps together. They slip underneath her long hair and fall like ribbons down her chest, tugging the bodice of the shirt just enough to expose the top swells of her breasts. I’m rabid with the need to suck her pert nipples into my mouth. From how sensitive they seem to be, I have a feeling that we can get her to come from breast play alone, and I’m dying to find out if I’m right.

With a slow seduction that is as much torture as it is erotic, Aoife makes a show of undressing in the middle of the kitchen, knowing full well there are cameras everywhere in the suite. I have no problem with public fucking or voyeurism, but Aoife’s gorgeous body is for Con, Hen, and me only. The thought of anyone else seeing her like this has me feral with murderous rage.Mine.

“Baby, there’re eyes on us.”

I want to tell my damn conscience to shut the hell up, but Aoife isn’t one of the nameless women Hen and I play with for a night. We love this girl, and she deserves to be treated like the goddess she is.

A dirty smirk graces her lips. “About that. Andie may have mentioned at some point between shots of tequila that only the cameras at the elevators and stairwell door would be operating tonight.”

She sheds the rest of her clothes like they’re made of tissue paper until she’s standing before us like a mouthwatering treat. At the sight of her bare breasts and pussy, my cock swells painfully against the constraints of my jeans.

“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you.”

Color tints her cheeks. “You make me feel beautiful.”

She thinks the evidence of what happened to her overshadows her beauty, whereas I see her scars as perfect brushstrokes on the canvas of a priceless piece of artwork.

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