Sinner's Revenge(93)

I drag my nose up the length of her pussy, inhaling the scent of her that has my dick hardening to its fullest. With the tiniest touch of my tongue, her body jerks. Figuring she’s been deprived long enough, my mouth covers her, my tongue not leaving one spot untouched.

Pushing my finger inside her, I curl the tip, feeling that small area of velvety flesh that craves to be touched. Then, adding another, I finger fuck her while my mouth sucks at her clit, my tongue swirling around it as she comes on my fingers.

She smells like fucking sunshine. She tastes like heaven. And where she wants to spend every moment with me, I want to spend every moment right here—my face buried in her pussy while she screams my name. A place where there is no Mafia. No rules. No pressure. Just me and her and the beauty of coming.

Pulling my fingers from inside her, I drag them back up her body and into her mouth. She greedily sucks my fingers, proving to me what she can do with her mouth. I’d love to let her test it on my cock, but I’d rather be inside her pussy.

Leaning over her, I kiss her as I kick my boots off. Her feet push at my jeans, sliding them down my legs. I keep my hands in her hair, lifting my hips and positioning my cock at the entrance of her pussy. Slowly, I push into her. Letting her feel the full effect of me as I stretch her walls until I’m completely buried inside.

I fuck her slow, keeping my mouth on her mouth. My hands on her hands. My fingers threaded through hers as I make love to her in a way that makes her feel special. Because she is. She doesn’t rush me. She doesn’t talk. She just lets me give her exactly what I know she wants. Her trust in me is overwhelming. It goes far beyond the bed. She trusts me with her entire life. She is my queen, and I will always be the one she can count on.

“I love you, Diem,” I whisper to her as she comes. “I love you so fucking much.”

She moans at the feel of me bursting inside her. The rock of my hips slows as I drag out our orgasm as long as I can. “I love you, Shady,” she whispers back to me. My heart swells at her words. She loved Zeke. He was her man. But the sound of my name, my real fucking name on her lips as she tells me she loves me, makes me feel like more than her man. It makes me feel like a king.

Her fucking king.


* * *

The next night, Dorian calls Diem for a meet. I know she’s nervous, but on the outside, she’s the woman he trained her to be. The killer he wants her to be. And the person she is not.

We ride to an abandoned building just south of Hillsborough, in the small town of Deering. Bikes are lined up and down the dirt driveway, and I don’t recognize any of them as Sinner’s Creed. I keep my face impassive, but my eyes move to Clark’s in the rearview. After a moment, he senses my glare and meets my gaze. Frowning, he gives me a small shake of his head, and I know I’m not going to like what is fixing to go down.

Inside, there are over fifty members of Death Mob standing in a huddle in the center of the room. The building is concrete with all the windows missing and nothing but concrete pillars scattered across the bottom level. Dorian is here, surrounded by men who have their guns trained on Death Mob.

“She’s here,” I hear one of the men say to Dorian, and his eyes move to focus on Diem and then me, who stays right by her side. He offers her a smile that holds no warmth. She gives him a nod as we close the distance.

“I figured since you were the one who put in all the effort, that you should be here for this,” Dorian says, a cold look in his dark eyes.

“Be here for what?” Diem asks, her voice strong.

Dorian leans in, keeping his voice low enough for only us to hear. “The slaughter.” Turning away, he walks toward the group of bikers, addressing them as if they were his friends.

Diem’s breathing is coming in short, fast pants, and I see horror in her eyes even though she’s fighting like hell to conceal it. Reaching out, I squeeze her hand. “Calm down, pretty girl. I got you,” I say when she turns those big frightened eyes on me. I offer her a wink and an encouraging smile. She focuses on my face a minute while she controls her breathing. Then nods.

I let go of her hand, and place mine on the small of her back, guiding her forward. Straightening her spine with her chin held high, she joins the crowd of her father’s men.

“I don’t like rebels,” he’s saying, speaking to the members of Death Mob who were under the impression they were joining an army that he wasn’t leading. I see the hate forming in their eyes when they notice Diem. Soon, they’re all looking at her with betrayal.

I want to protect her, but this is something that Dorian will insist she face. So all I can do is stand next to her and glare back, promising them a slow death if they so much as take one step in her direction. The leader of the group is champing at the bit to say something. He just better hope like hell it doesn’t involve Diem.