Page 33 of Sinful King

He leaned forward, eyes peering deeply into mine.

“Tadhg is gunning for your spot,” he said softly, the tiny smirk on his lips growing. “What do you plan to do about that?”

“You’d let me?”

That almost smile immediately dropped.

“Let you?” he asked. “Did you think I wouldn’t?”

I couldn’t fix my mouth to say it because it meant elaborating on things I preferred to keep at the back of my mind. Things he witnessed and didn’t.

“I see now…” he nodded, reading my mind and heart like always. “This is bigger than me,than us. I know you’ve always felt inferior to them and this is your way of showing you have the power now.”

“You’re the number one reason I want this,” I told him. “Everything else comes second to us, Oisin. But yes, I do want to show I’m capable to everyone who thinks otherwise.”

His fingers found their way to my face again and I leaned into the touch.

“I have to admit I felt a little jealous you hadn’t come to me but decided to rely on the Constanzo’s.”

“It’s not—”

He shook his head and touched his forehead to mine.

“I understand you, Amoy,” he whispered. “I saw you at your lowest and you wouldn’t let me help. You wanted me to see you at your strongest the same way, right?”

I nodded. “Yes, but I’m regretting it because I made you feel—”

Sean’s lips brushed mine and I froze, not sure if it was an accident or something more.

“You’re capable and I support you.” He pulled back and I wished he hadn’t. “As for wanting to be my second, the door is open but the rest is up to you.”

“When will… Can you forgive me now?”

I sounded whiny even to my own eyes.

He propped an arm up on the table and leaned his head into the palm of his hand, eyes staring sleepily into mine.

“It’s the first time you’ve begged for something other than this dick. I’m quite enjoying it.”

“Is that what you need?” I asked, resting my head in my palm like him. “For me to beg you more often?”

Sean smiled and I enjoyed every second before he took it away to respond.

“Yeah, I do. Can I have that?”

I slid my freehand hand across the table and his moved too. He pushed his fingers through mine and simultaneously our other arms dropped and so did our heads.

“You can have that,” I finally said, heart thudding as he stared so intently at me. “Stop, Oisin.”

He still made me feel like a girl with a serious crush.

“Stop what, Amoy?”

“Giving me those eyes.”

His lips tipped up and I scoffed playfully.

“Ask nicely and maybe I’ll listen.”

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