Page 136 of Sinful Lord

“I.. I asked you to cum in me…” I realize with horror.

“And I didn’t.”

I’m about to snap at him when I remember something else.

“I’ve been taking birth control pills,” I recall. “So how were you—”

I stop myself when I understand the truth. “Wait. You put those pills in my apartment. They’re fakes, aren’t they?”

Tytus nods.

“But I’m not going to trap you with a child,” he says. “Or with a forced marriage, or with blackmail. I’m done seducing you, too. My family is lost, I understand that now. But what we have still exists. We can help each other, angel. All we have to do is give into our feelings. Can you do that for me?”

My mind races as I try to handle the deluge of information. Before I can get anywhere close to responding, though, a buzzing noise draws our attention to one of the bedside tables.

It sounds like a vibrating phone.

“Ignore that,” Tytus grumbles.

“Is that your phone?” I ask. “Who’s calling you?”

When Tytus hesitates to tell me, my heart drops.

This was all a show, wasn’t it? A way to manipulate me into playing along. Hell, maybe Tytus really did just tell me his entire plan, but if he’s still being secretive, how can I believe that he’s truly changed?

“Fuck it,” Tytus grunts. Tossing his laptop aside, he opens up the vibrating drawer and pulls out his ringing phone. “You want the truth, angel?”

“… Yes,” I gulp, wiping back my tears. “Who’s calling you?”

A day ago, I wouldn’t have cared if Tytus was hiding a simple phone call from me. In fact, I would have easily accepted his secrecy. But now?

He said he loved me.

My heart pounds.

There’s no denying the reality of this situation anymore.

“I’ll tell you who’s calling me,” Tytus huffs. Pulling the phone up, he shows me the number. “It’s your uncle Maksim. Would you like to speak with him?”

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Melina

All I can do is stare.

I don’t recognize the number, but why would Tytus lie about someone like this?

Could it really be my uncle?

My heart tugs me toward the phone, but before I can get too close, an invisible hand swats me away.

My cheeks flush with a shameful heat.

It hardly matters that Tytus has promised to destroy our naughty tapes upon my request. That doesn’t change what we’ve done.

I can still feel his giant cock between my legs. His cum on my back. His tongue on my clit.

Fuck.