Page 77 of Sinful King

I love you.

“Mr. O’Sullivan, if you don’t want me to take the phone then put it away.”

I sent my reply first.

I love you too.

For the rest of the day, all I could think about was putting eyes on her to make sure she was good. And wasn’t hurt like all the other times her mother pulled her from bed in the middle of the night.

My heart didn’t get the answer it’d hoped for, when she opened the door an hour after school let out, with a busted lip and deep purple bruises around her neck.

She pulled me inside without saying a word and led us to the bedroom she’d made her own over the years. There wasn’t much inside of it but a full-sized bed and dresser, plus the clothes spilling from two duffle bags near the closet door.

“My nana is sleep,” she whispered through a cough that made my frown deepen.

I flipped the lock and pulled her into me, taking a much needed breath to calm myself down.

“Who did this to you?” I asked, never fucking sure anymore.

She tried looking away but I gently gripped her chin to keep our gazes connected.

“I’m okay, Oisin.”

“No…” I shook my head. “You aren’t. Look at your fuck— look at your face, baby…” I tipped her head back further and kissed the corner of her mouth. “Let me kill him.”

“You can’t kill my father.”

So, it was him.

“Don’t underestimate whatmy fatherwill allow,” I told her, brushing my fingers over the neck bruises. “You suffering like this is really breaking my fucking heart, Amoy.”

Blair sighed.

“All I care about right now is you being here with me…” she pressed her lips to my neck then stepped back. “About the white rose.”

I crossed my arms and leaned against the door, taking in the one piece bodysuit hugging her slim frame.

“I’m listening.”

She turned away and slowly sat on the edge of the bed; I could tell she was in pain.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this…” she pointed between us. “Our first valentine’s day.”

I nodded slowly and walked toward her, leaning in her personal space until she slid back on the bed and let me between her legs.

“How was it supposed to be?” I asked, kissing her forehead.

“I want to give myself to you…” her voice shook as she wound her arms around my neck, flinching at little when my fingers met her rib cage. “It hurts…”

She dropped her head against my chest.

I heard her sniffle, felt the dampness on my shirt where she hid her face.

“Don’t cry,” I murmured, sitting back and gently pulling her with me. “Did you see a doctor?”

Blair shook her head and gazed up, those pretty browns swimming with tears.

“Can I see, baby?”

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