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ChapterForty-One
CALEB
“Tell me what you want.” Kingston’s words hit my ears as I entered my private den atIniquity. I’d tried desperately to avoid coming here after the last time. My weakest moment and my most revisited memory. She was the sin I couldn’t give up.
He had her spread out on a piano, legs splayed wide, body on full display. Her slick pink cunt dripping for him. “Tell me what to do to you.”
“God,” she moaned.
The sound of her breathy plea had me rock-hard and aching, the memory of the last time I’d heard her say the same sending a bolt of lust so potently spiraling through me I almost dropped to my knees in benediction. My cock jerked, balls tightening and throbbing.
“I don’t think He’s here right now. It’s just you and me.”
But that’s not the truth, now is it?
Sunday glanced to her left, and I knew her thoughts mirrored my own. My favorite sin was searching for her confessor. Knowing she wanted me, perhaps even hoped I was here, despite the angry words she hurled my way earlier, had my cock weeping.
My palm slid down my chest, but I stopped myself just shy of my belt buckle. I would not give in. Not after I’d already broken my vow and forsaken my God for her. I was never going to free my soul from purgatory at this rate... but maybe having her instead was worth it.
“I want your tongue. That piercing. I want you to suck on my clit until I come on your face.”
Jesus wept. How do such filthy words come out of a mouth so sweet?
A low growl rumbled from Kingston, an unwelcome reminder he was there. “Then that’s exactly what you’ll get.”
I watched, muscles tensed in an effort to stay under control, as he dipped his finger inside her. Oh, the wolf didn’t know how fecking lucky he was. Memories of her flavor burst across my tongue, almost as if I’d been the one to touch her, to taste that perfect pussy.
“Fuck,” Sunday moaned. “More.”
“Yes. More.” My words were tight as I shook with the need to palm my cock.
Envy curled in my chest as Kingston feasted on her. The look of pure hunger flitting across her face only added to my desire. She was an angel playing the part of a damned woman, and as she reached her pinnacle, her fingers delving into his hair and pushing him closer, deeper, I couldn’t keep my breaths even.
Her eyes flicked up from the man servicing her to meet mine. I knew she couldn’t see me, but the almost panicked look of pleasure and the ragged moan she let out sent an unexpected and uncontrollable orgasm racing up my body. I came in my pants like a bloody teenager, and I couldn’t stop it.
As the edges of release faded, my breaths calming while I watched her, Kingston’s posture tensed.
“Sunday,” he whispered, shock and awe lending his voice a breathless quality.
She panted as she tore her gaze away from mine and back down to him. “What is it?”
“You...” He backed away and ran a hand through his hair.
“Kingston, you’re freaking me out.”
“How long have you known?”
No. No. No. This could not be happening. I knew with a clarity that sharpened every passing second what he was going to say, and it was the most dangerous thing he could utter.
“Known what?” Her brows knitted together in confusion too genuine to be feigned.
“You’re pregnant.”
A roar was ripped from my throat as I picked up the chair beside me and hurled it into the thick glass. The window shattered, shards raining down as the world as I knew it imploded.
She could not be carrying a child. The consequences were far too dire.
Fear skittered up my spine because as much as I wanted to deny it, I knew it was entirely plausible.
