Page 32 of Prince of Sin


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As I change clothes and climb into bed, I close my eyes and try to stop my tears from messing up the bedsheets. It's really unfair to him that I'm starting to feel things for him.

Deep down I know that he deserves more than I could ever give to him.

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I close the door to the bathroom and lean against the sink heavily. I look up at myself in the mirror and take a deep breath.

I almost kissed the girl.

Of all the shitty things a guy like me could do to a girl, it would be to take advantage of her when she was clearly emotionally unstable. Today was not the day to go kissing Raven.

Even though I want to.

So fucking bad.

It's honestly unfair for her to be so damn cute and also so unaware of that fact. Her charm is the equivalent of a toddler running around with a very sharp sword. It's fucking dangerous.

And here my dumb ass is, willingly stepping right into her line of sight. If anything, I'm encouraging the behavior. But, I can't help myself around her.

I move to turn on the shower, hoping that the water will help wash away not only the day's events, but also this unhealthy fascination I am starting to have for the girl.

Deep down, I know she deserves so much better than a guy like me. What am I ever going to be able to give her? A life in the Mafia? Constantly followed around by bodyguards? Not able to go into certain areas of the city because she might be kidnapped and used for ransom?

Nah. I can't do that to her.

I want to.

But I can't.

Shouldn't.

The hot water scalds me as I step in, but that's good. I need something to bring me back to the present. Especially considering that I am about to go and lay down next to her in that big king bed one room over.

I also know it's a bad idea to agree to her request. I hadn't even let her make the request. Chances are if I had just shut my big mouth, she wouldn't have been able to ask me to stay, and I would have been able to make it out of here for the night with my sanity intact.

Instead, I jumped at the chance to lay down next to her.

I'm the fucking Katniss Everdeen of this romance novel.

I might as well have just shouted "I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE" the moment she started to ask her question.

It's not like I'm desperate for pussy. I don't do the whole "girlfriend" thing the way Constantino does. But, that doesn't mean that I don't do really well for myself. It's amazing how often a guy can get laid when he goes to enough parties.

But, that's not even what I want from Raven.

Hell, if she told me we would never be intimate ever, I would still want to marry her.

Wait, what? Who said anything about marriage?

And why am I using a word as cringey as intimate?

Maybe all the steam from the shower was starting to confuse my already Raven-addled brain.

I switch off the water and grab a towel from the rack. I run it over my hair and my face. As I move it further down my body, I realize that I'm standing at full mast. Literally the idea of marrying this girl andnothaving sex is getting me hard.

Fuck, I am so fucking screwed.

I take a deep breath and wrap the towel around my waist. I look around the bathroom and that's when I realize that while I'd brought clean clothes for Raven, I'd not brought anything back for myself.

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