Page 183 of Sinful Lord

“All of them.”

“Worth it. In my humble opinion, it’s your best piece yet.”

“Is it the colors that you like so much?” I tease. “Or the fact that the canvas is covered in your cum?”

He licks his lips. “More that it’s covered in yours.”

My back furls as he pulls me into his body, blocking a chilly breeze before it can reach me.

“We’ll have to do it again,” I nod.

“Oh, I insist. I’m going to buy you an art gallery, angel. On one condition. You fill it entirely with those kinds of portraits.”

“It’s too bad we only had the idea on our last trip. We should have done that over every skyline we visited.”

“There’s always time to go back,” Tytus assures me. “But I don’t think that’s why we waited for Berlin to do it.”

“No?”

“No,” he shakes his head. “After all that happened here, I think we needed to solidify our claim over it. Conquer it for ourselves. What better way to do that then to personally turn it into our fuck-art?”

“Fuck-art,” I laugh. “Looks like we just discovered a new genre.”

“I say we keep to that genre for a while,” Tytus smirks. “Seeing the proof of our love laid out so viscerally was such a fucking turn on.”

“Maybe next time we’ll film it,” I suggest.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

Tytus squeezes my hand and we both share a laugh. But something he says rings through my mind.

Tytus is right. We had to come back to Berlin in order to conquer that part of our pasts. I can already notice the difference. After last night, the shadows don’t seem so big or scary. The alleyways don’t feel like portals to hell anymore, either—more like private nooks we can sneak off too if we feel like fucking in public.

Fuck.

I love what my life has become.

Rubbing my cheek against Tytus’ shoulder, I let him lead me in silence. White snow falls all around us. The skyline twinkles in the distance. If I look hard enough, I swear I can see the streaks we left with our painted bodies in the darkness ahead.

It makes me feel powerful. Finally.

My mind wander as we continue to walk. It’s not until Tytus stops us that I realize where we are.

Suddenly, my confidence vanishes. A little wave of panic takes over me. It’s the first time I’ve felt scared in a long time.

But how was he expecting me to react?

We’re back at the bridge.

The one I fell off of after that car crash. Below, the freezing Spree river rushes along. We stand right where Krol watched me float away.

Tytus must sense me stiffening, because he drops my hand and wraps me in a big hug. The fear melts a little.

Still, I’m confused.

“Why did you bring us here?” I ask.

Tytus squeezes me extra tight before letting go.