Page 93 of Sinful King
I opened and closed my mouth, not sure how to answer.
“Amoy, say the first thing that comes to mind. Is Esmeralda worth fighting for?”
I bit my lip and shook my head.
“No.”
He nodded slowly, eyes peering deeply into mine as if he were trying to find a different truth there.
“What’s up with the hesitation? Do you or do you not want to fight for her?”
This time, I nodded without thinking too hard.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
“But I don’t feel guilty for betraying her,” I found myself saying. “So, what exactly would I be fighting for? My conscious?”
He took my hands in his and began to walk backward, leading us up the hall.
“That’s something you’ll have to figure out on your own…” he turned after entering the bedroom, dropping one hand but keeping the other firmly gripped in his, as he got into bed and took me with him. “I’ll be here to see you through it. And if in the end killing her is the only option and you can’t pull the trigger, I’ll gladly take that weight off your shoulders in a heartbeat.”
Just him saying it eased my mind.
“I can’t go back to sleep,” I said, resting my head on his chest. “Violet will be here in a few hours.”
He hummed and then suddenly I was on my back and he was between my legs.
“I’m aware. Finn texted me.”
Our eyes danced, his wide awake and full of lust now.
“You want something from me?” I asked softly, guiding his lips to mine. “Hm? Speak now or forever hold your—”
His index and middle fingers met my pussy lips, and I whimpered as he parted them and stroked my clit agonizingly slow.
“This is me speaking,” he murmured, pushing both fingers inside of me. “I want you to drench me with your worries.”
What had I been worried about again?
I couldn’t think straight as he curled his fingers and teased my g-spot.
So gentle, yet intense.
“Baby, please…”
He smirked and pushed the shirt I’d stolen from him up and dipped forward, wrapping his lips around my taut nipples, taking his sweet time on both.
I arched off the bed, whimpering at all the sensations sprouting from my core and spreading through me.
Sean intertwined the fingers of his freehand with mine and pinned them above my head, while stirring my pussy to its limit.
He moved from my nipples to my neck, cheek and then ear.
“Promise you’ll come back to me,” he murmured, gently strumming my clit with his thumb to send me over the edge sooner. “Promise me you’ll be safe.”
I wanted to reply, to reassure him I would never leave his side willingly. But my body wouldn’t allow it. The way he expertly worked me into overdrive with just his fingers wouldn’t either.
I crashed hard and in waves and for a moment there was no sound, just his eyes on mine and every emotion under the moon dancing in them.
