Page 28 of Marriage of Sin


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“If it’s nearme, you’d be crawling under the sheets and begging me to spoon you.”

“Please. We both know you’re the little spoon in this relationship.”

Some of his anger bleeds away. “Doubtful. I’m big spoon, always. Just come with me, okay? Let me show you the guest suite and you can decide what you want to do. If you don’t like it, you can go back to your friend’s little apartment.”

“Guest… suite? Sure, okay, of course it’s asuite.”

He laughs to himself as he heads upstairs. I curse quietly, but follow, unable to help myself. I’m too damn curious, and he’s too damn bossy.

The room is about as lavish as I expected. A small sitting area bleeds into a master-sized bedroom. There’s plenty of space, including a full, beautifully remodeled bathroom and a massive walk-in closet with nothing but spare sheets and such folded and tucked neatly away.

“Nobody ever uses this,” he says with a shrug as he gets out linens, towels, and pillows from the top shelves. “There are extra toothbrushes and stuff in the bathroom, use whatever you want.” He pauses, leaning against the frame of the closet door. “Still want to go sleep on that couch?”

I groan as I sit on the end of the obscenely comfortable queen-sized bed. “It’s not even a nice couch,” I complain. “It’s like trying to pass out on rocks. I don’t know what she’s got in those cushions, but I swear, they’re filled with pebbles.”

He laughs and walks over, slowly sitting beside me. I test the bed some more, bouncing up and down, trying not to look at him. My palms are sweaty and I’m weirdly nervous.

Am I really going to stay here tonight? I don’t want this to turn into another tryst—that one night was complicated enough, and now that I’m pregnant with his baby, I figure I need to start placing boundaries, or else this guy is going to steamroll me. I already feel him doing it.

Finn’s clearly a man used to getting his way.

I amnothaving sex with him tonight—or ever again. That one time was mistake enough; I need to be more careful moving forward.

This guy is the father of my child, whether I like it or not.

But even just sleeping here feels like crossing a line. It’s the way he talks about me, like he’s going to control everything I do from now on.

He calls ittaking care of me, but it sounds more like making sure I obey his commands.

“I’ll send someone to your friend’s apartment to gather your things,” he says, voice softer now, like he’s finally too tired to be pissed at me.

“You have people?”

“I have a lot of people.” He glances over, trying not to smile. “I run a kind of crew.”

I snort-laugh. It’s not cute, but I’m too blown away by this whole thing to care. “Crew? Are you joking?”

“I wish I were, but no, I’m not. Tell me your friend’s address.”

“I should text her first, let her know someone’s stopping by.” I take out my phone and dash off a few messages to Kathryn letting her know where I am and what’s going on.

“From here on out, I need to do damage control,” he says like he’s only halfway talking to me. “I have to make sure Carson and Nolan don’t fuck me over by spinning this story to my father before I have a chance to come up with a plan. I need to figure out how this is going to affect my engagement with Robin. And I need to decide what I’m going to do with you.”

“Do with me? I already told you—”

He holds up a hand, rubbing his face. “And I already told you. I’m not just giving you money and sending you on your way. That’s my baby too.”

I take a deep breath. He doesn’t seem to get it, but I’m not going to win this argument, not right now. I followed him to his house, now I’m stuck here, at least for tonight. “We’ll figure it out tomorrow, okay?”

“Fine.” He nods at my phone. “What’d she say?”

I give him Kathryn’s address. “She’s worried about me, that’s all.”

“Understandable.” He walks into the other room. I hear him make a quick phone call, talking in a low tone. When he comes back, he lingers in the door, watching me. “I know what you’re thinking. Strange man, strange house. You’re worried, aren’t you?”

“Can you blame me? We had a one-night stand and now I’m in yourguest suite, pregnant with your baby, and you’re talking about taking care of me. I’m a little freaked out.”

He takes a step closer. “You need to understand something, Dara. No matter what, I’m going to protect you.”

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