Page 80 of Sinful King
My lips spread at the thought of it.
“Me too,” I whispered, holding him tighter. “Now can I know why we’re here?”
He chuckled into my ear.
“What’s the one thing we haven’t done together yet?” he asked, caressing my back.
Had we not been standing outside a warehouse in what felt like the middle of nowhere, with coveralls I only wore to keep blood off my clothes and body between us, I couldn’t have said much.
Sean and I experienced a lot of life together already. Anything new came with time and age.
“You got me something?” I asked, stepping into the coveralls after bunching my dress inside of it.
He stood and turned us until I was able to sit.
“Someone,” he mused, removing the sneakers I’d changed into and covering my stocking clad feet with thick socks and boots. “Two someone’s actually.”
I bit my lip.
Why was my clit throbbing?
Down girl.
“They do something to me?”
He started to remove his shirt before speaking, and I couldn’t focus on anything but the outline of my lips inked in the middle of his chest, right over his heart.
It was the only other tattoo besides the unfinished deer on his back.
He was about the mob and me.
“I killed the man your father paid to drop your ma at the estate…” his eyes met mine after he zipped himself into the coveralls. “The two in there helped him.”
Sean stepped back and held his hand out for me.
“Happy valentine’s day, Amoy.”
I went to him, he closed the trunk and led us to the half open garage-like door.
“What I hate most is seeing you cry,” he said, securing the door in his palm and pushing it up. “Ain’t a soul I’ll let live about that.”
He stepped to the side and I fixed my gaze on his present. The twosomeone’swere suspended, back to back, by their limbs. I stepped forward, my heart racing at the sight.
“You…” I took a breath when his hands touched my waist in tandem with his soft lips to my neck. “You want me to watch?”
“No, baby,” he whispered into my skin, igniting the fire I kept on ice inside of me. “I want you to kill them and I’ll watch.”
I went taut against him.
All the ways this could go wrong filled my mind in a rush.
Was this really okay?
And why did I feel the urge to ask for reassurance?
He’d never made me feel like I had to or maybe I forced those feelings down because he was the best thing to happen to my life.
Losing him would literally break me.
