Page 67 of Sinful King

“My body and mind are at war,” she said softly. “This is… it’s hard and I feel sick and like I’m broken.”

Fuck.I’m sad.

Was I allowed to feel a little broken, too?

“My mind is telling me be strong for you…” I let our gazes meet now that my eyes were clear. “But my heart hurts, Amoy. I’m not sure if that’s fair to you or if I’m even allowed to feel this way but—”

“You’re allowed,” Blair cut in, tears falling as she climbed atop me and pressed her forehead to mine. “I can’t feel this way alone, Oisin. You’re the only person I trust with my tears. With my… everything. Just don’t… hate… me…”

Somehow in the midst of a full breakdown, our lips met and triggered all I’d been holding in. The anguish felt like hers and mine mixed up inside me.

“There’s nothing that could ever make me hate you,” I whispered against her lips. “No matter what we endure, my heart has always and will only ever belong to you, mo ghrá.”

We stayed like that for a long while—foreheads touching, hearts in sync, and real tears flowing.

“I love you, Amoy. And I only want to do life with you, okay?”

She leaned back and used her thumbs to clear my face, while I did the same for her.

“Okay,” she murmured with a nod before resting her head against my shoulder. “And I love you, too, Oisin. More than anything or anyone.”

I always knew Blair and I were end game, meant to be in every way. She was my soulmate, whether we had kids or not. Whether we lost one or not, it would always be her for me.

TWENTY-ONE

blair

FIRST SUNDAY

“Mine,”Sean muttered, licking tears from my face while fucking me against the bathroom counter.

The skirt I picked to wear to church was hiked up around my waist, my legs wide and hooked in his arms as I gripped onto him for dear life.

“Yours,” I whimpered, thrusting to meet his long strokes.

My body pulsed from the inside out; he was so good at this, at making me feel so many things at once—whether his dick was in me or not.

“You needed this, didn’t you?”

I tossed my head back and his lips met my neck, the kisses that followed were gentle and full of concern.

“So bad,” I whispered, tears falling again. “Keep fucking me like that.”

We’d made a detour because I couldn’t stop crying. I couldn’t stop thinking about my mom in that expensive casket waiting to be brought into the church, and how no one had asked about her or even pretended to care.

That it even had to come to this made me so angry. I needed this release.

Sean pulled me forward and I gripped his shoulders, taking deep strokes that slid over my g-spot in a rhythmic way.

“I love this good ass pussy,” he groaned, a menacing smile on his face that made my walls clinch around him. “Mmhm. I felt that shit. Cum on your dick, baby.”

I came so hard I couldn’t breathe.

Two knocks on the door reminded me of where we were. But Sean’s eyes were drawing me in again and I couldn’t look away.

“We can go through with your plan or I can air it out and you take everything right now.”

He flexed his hips a little inside me and I shuddered, another orgasm coming to life and taking off without my permission.

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