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Everything between Sinn and I has been perfect since the night The Crocodile paid me a visit. That night was a huge moment of healing for me and it wouldn’t have happened without Sinn. Granted, the person I’ve become because of the guilt I carried is still me. I’m not going to radically change overnight. No one is capable of change like that but I do feel…different. It’s something inside of me. It’s a new way of seeing things. I don’t know, it’s hard to put into words, but I feel it.
Sinn is leaning against the doorway of his bathroom, arms and ankles crossed, looking like an angelic fucking snack in his signature all-black outfit. My eyes keep roaming over his impressive body and keep get caught in his ocean eyes. I imagine him stalking towards me until his body is pressed against mine. Then he’ll reach down and slowly pull up the material of my dress until he reveals my bare ass. I imagine him sliding his hard cock inside of me, all while keeping eye contact in the mirror, and then fucking me into oblivion. Just the image has my stomach clenching and my arousal firing.
“You’re distracting me,” I scowl at him in the mirror as I
continue to apply mascara.
The bastard smirks, no doubt reading the thoughts that were clearly displayed on my face. “Are you sure you want to go down to the bar? I can think of several things I’d rather do if we stay here.”
Sometimes I swear he can see exactly what’s in my head because he pushes of the wall and stalks toward me, exactly like I imaged him doing. He stands behind me, pushing his hips forward, letting me know he’s thinking the same things I am.
“Yes.” The word comes out breathy, I clear my throat and try again. “Yes, I’m sure. It’s my last night and I want some semblance of normalcy. I want one last normal…ish night before…” I swallow the rest of my words down.
“If you’re sure that’s what you want.” His fingertips graze up my bare arms, sending goosebumps racing across my skin.
“It is,” I confirm my decision, as I put the mascara down and reach for my scarlet lipstick.
Sinn’s hand gently grabs my wrist, and he spins me around to face him. His fingertips gently trace my lips. The simple touch causes butterflies to flying frantically in my stomach and up into my chest. The swell of my cleavage is noticeably heaving as my heart races and breathing becomes harder. Fucking butter.
“No lipstick.” His tone tells me there will be no debating this, but I don’t understand what his issue is against lipstick.
“Why,” I whisper.
I watch as his eyes change from a lukewarm interest into a full-blown wild fire. And I’m standing entirely too close. I can feel the temperature change as my body begins to burn from the inside out.
“Because I like the taste ofyou, Wendee. And I plan on feasting to my heart’s content tonight.”
He holds my gaze with his wild eyes and my chin with his strong hands as he lowers his head. His lips land on mine and begin to move in our familiar dance. Once his tongue finds mine, I can’t help but close my eyes and get lost in the feelings consuming me. If he wasn’t holding onto me, I’m sure I’d fall. Id fall, and I’d fall, and I’d fall, forever. His other hand slides behind my neck and settles against the back of my head. He doesn’t grip the usual fistful of hair but holds me tenderly instead and moves my head to the side, kissing me deeper, longer. I moan and lean into his body, so fucking desperate for him.
He slows the kiss down and then slowly pulls away from me. I open my eyes to find him still staring at me. His lips are still so close that they brush against mine as he says, “I love watching you get lost in your pleasure.In me.” He pulls further away, caressing my kiss-swollen lips with his thumb once more, then lowers his hand to take a hold of mine. “Let’s go.”
He keeps a firm grip on my hand as he leads me to the elevator and then out into the bar. I don’t know why such a simple gesture means so much to me, but it does. He’s showing everyone that he’s with ME. That he chose me. I know he’s done other things to make this clear too, but it feels like it means more now. Now that we’ve spent so much time together, and I’m happy he’s not pretending to be someone else with me in private and then someone entirely different in public.
We slow down as we pass the bar, a few people already sitting at it and drinking. “Tink, our drinks to the booth.”
She acknowledges him first, but her eyes quickly slide to our joined hands, a sneer of disgust and anger pulling at her lips, and then her eyes meet mine and there’s no mistaking the look of murder in them. Sinn must see exactly what I see because he’s suddenly pulling me toward the bar.
When we reach it, his huge six-foot five frame leans over it easily. His free hand moves so fast I barely register that it’s wrapped around her neck. He did this to her once before, when she brought me water and ibuprofen. Granted, she was trying to tell Sinn what to do and he didn’t like that very much. Pissing this man off is not something that is conducive to a person’s bodily safety.
“I’m getting real fucking tired of your blatant disrespect, Tink. If you ever look at Wendee like that again, or do anything to hurt her, I fucker swear you will fucking cease to exist,” he threatens her through clench teeth. Meanwhile, his hold on my hand has remained the same.
Jesus. This man.
I know I shouldn’t like his violence, but I do. Especially when it’s at my defense. It makes my insides all gooey and I want to fuck his brains out even more than normal.
“Well, looks like I got here just in time to stop whateverthisis. Brother, let her go. C’mon, whatever she did or said can’t be that bad. Let’s have a drink!” Hook’s cheerful voice booms across the room and I can’t help but smile when I’m met with his contagious one.
“Awwww, Dee, don’t you look lovely this evening.” He steps around his brother to take my free hand in his, bringing it to his lips.
Sinn is turned around now, facing us, having let go of Tink at some point. A growl escapes his lips as he watches his brother kiss my knuckles.
“Oh, Sinn, calm down,” I laugh and lean into his body.
He lets go of my hand and pulls me in tighter, one arm around my back and the other coming across his body to hold my waist. Fucking possessive. And I fucking love it. Not that he has anything to worry about. His brother is good looking but I don’t want to be anywhere else in the world except right here, with my Angel of Death.
The three of us make our way to the booth and slide in. Sinn doesn’t waste any time questioning Hook. “What are you doing here, AGAIN?”
Hook laughs easily. “Instead of just being happy to see me and spend more time with me,your brother, you’re angry and suspicious because this visit doesn’t fit into your controlled routine.”
