Page 133 of Sinful Lord

“Stop calling me, angel,” I cringe, thinking of the context. Would Tytus really show any of our tapes to my family? I.. I couldn’t live with myself if he did that.

But then I’d be his perpetual hostage.

Fucking hell. What’s his plan? What is he using me for?

I should have never given into him last night. When I recognized the room in his sex tape, I should have done my best to resist him.

Now, it might be too late.

“My name is Melina,” I breathe. “Melina Kilpatrick.”

“I know,” Tytus carefully responds, placing his laptop aside. “You need to calm down, Melina. You’re getting into your own head. You’re scaring yourself.”

“You’re scaring me,” I shout. “How can I trust you? You aren’t telling me everything. Hell, you aren’t telling me anything. I… I want to leave. Let me leave. Please. I—”

“Stop,” Tytus roars.

Rising from the bed, he lets the covers drops from his body. Luckily, he’s wearing briefs. Still, I dare not stare for long.

Shit. Maybe I really have been corrupted. How could a simple cock even be a threat right now? I should be able to look at Tytus in all of his animalistic glory and say no.

But after last night, I’m truly terrified that I’m not strong enough.

“I want to go home,” I shiver, holding myself.

“You are home,” Tytus says, stepping around the bed. “Our home is together.”

“I… I’m not falling for your shit anymore…”

When he reaches out to take my hand, I jump back.

Tytus lifts his chin. A deep breath bobs his Adam’s apple as he closes his eyes and cranks his neck.

“It’s alright, angel,” he sighs. “It’s going to be alright. I’ll take you home. If that’s what you really want. But first I need to tell you the truth. I can’t lose you without telling you everything.”

He takes another step forward and I take another step back. I won’t allow myself to get lost in his body again. I can’t afford to.

To my surprise, Tytus halts his advance, respecting my plea for space.

“You have a strong voice,” I say, for good measure. “If you have something to say, you can say it from over there.”

“Fine.”

Tytus chews on his tongue as I prepare myself for a barrage of half-lies and hidden truths.

Still, part of me desperately wants him to fix it all with his words.

He said he was falling for me, after all.

There’s no denying that I’m falling for him, too.

That’s the big fucking problem.

“I’m listening,” I whisper.

“I’m going to prove my loyalty to you the only way I know how,” he starts, clenching his jaw. “By telling you exactly what I hoped for when I first helped you escape your gilded cage.”

I take a deep breath and straighten myself, preparing for the worst.