Page 142 of Filthy Sinner


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“Would you wear something for me?” I asked softly.

“Of course.” Her eyes flared. “Did you get me that silk lingerie?”

I snorted. “Not yet. But here.” I shoved it at her.

She stared at it.

Her mouth rounded.

Then, she whispered, “Is this what I think it is?”

I cleared my throat. “It is. Would you wear it?”

A part of me wasn’t sure if it was good enough for her. It might have cost a small fucking fortune, but it wasn’t Harry Winston—

“I love it,” she cried, sliding the ring on her finger and oohing and aahing as she turned her hand so the light hit the princess-cut diamond. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” she declared as she hurled herself at me, dotting my face with kisses.

I’d never tire of her exuberance. It was still so alien to me, but I fucking loved it and never wanted her to change.

That was why I had to say it. I just had to. The words refused to stick fast, but why did I need to hold them back anyway?

Why couldn’t I say them, and with pride, too?

“I love you.”

Her hold on me loosened.

A soft breath whooshed in the air.

I thought she’d analyze it to death.

But all she did was say:

“I love you too.”

The words meant everything, but it was the look in her eyes that mattered even more.

Unable to stop myself, I shifted onto her, humming with satisfaction when she spread her legs and immediately clasped my hips.

She had her period so I knew I couldn’t take this anywhere, mostly because I hadn’t corrupted her enough for period sex—I was working on it because she had wicked pains every month and I knew orgasms could help with that—but it didn’t matter that this couldn’t end in sex.

In fact, it made it better.

Sex muddied the waters.

I wanted nothing muddyingthis.

Pressing my lips to hers, I gently kissed her before peppering more kisses along her jawline. She tilted her head so that she could whisper in my ear, “Is it as easy as that?”

I couldn’t stop myself from teasing her. “Nothing about you is easy, MC.”

“It’s the first time we said it though,” she whispered, her thighs tightening their clasp around me.

I grunted. “We were patient.”

“Too patient. I felt it months back.”

My lips twisted. “Me too.”

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