Page 38 of Sinful Chains

My thoughts spiraled as I drove the familiar streets, letting the city blur around me. Budget cuts. The house. Santari. Revere.

That night.

I’ve always hated how in my head I can get. While other people relax and unwind, I’m reliving everything I’ve ever done wrong. Every choice I’ve ever made. Everything I should have said.

It’s excruciating.

My mama told me I’m too hard on myself, but I think she only says that because she loves me. I don’t think I’m hardenoughon me, because if I was, I wouldn’t fuck up at all.

With a sigh, I circled back toward the house. My head wasn’t clear, but it was getting dark, and I was getting hungry.

I went straight to my room when I got there, stripping off my jacket, peeling off my clothes as I made my way to the shower. The hot water hit my skin, steam curling around me as I closed my eyes and braced my hands against the tile wall.

A quick wash, then more wallowing, but something interrupted.

Soft laughter. Muffled voices.

Titan. Cruz. And my princess.

The sound sent a bolt of something sharp through me, tensing my body, making every muscle tight. I turned off the water, dried quickly, and slipped into a pair of sweatpants.

I crept down the hallway toward the noise. It was coming from Cruz’s bedroom. The cracked door allowed me a glimpse inside.

I couldn’t believe I almost missed this.

Santari was sprawled on the bed in her bra and panties. White lace, like she was some kind of innocent little lamb. I almost laughed at that, given how much we’d defiled her lately. One leg was bent, the other draped over Titan’s lap. Cruz was seated upright beside her, his hand tracing circles on her thigh.

My breathing slowed, my chest rising and falling at a steady, measured pace as I leaned against the doorframe watching. Waiting.

She laughed again, then caressed Cruz’s cheek. His response was to kiss her neck, where he lingered, his hand inching higher and higher until it was between her legs.

I’d seen enough.

I pushed the door open and stepped inside. None of them looked surprised to see me. In fact, they looked relieved by my presence.

“What’s up?” Titan asked me. “Santari said you were in a mood.”

I closed the door behind me, moving toward the bed. “Had a budget meeting today,” I said. “The house came up.”

Cruz stopped what he was doing to look up at me. “What they say?”

“They wanna use the land. Seems like there's an offer on the table, or will be soon.”

San cleared her throat. “You walked away before I could tell you I changed my mind.”

I took a seat at the foot of the bed. “What changed it?”

She shrugged, but I wasn’t buying it. Her energy was heavy. “Y’all did,” she finally said. “I just feel like…this place is our last connection to Rev. It meant something to him, and now it means something to the four of us.”

Despite appreciating the words coming out of her mouth, and the implications thereof, all I could think about was Cruz’s hand, still resting between her legs. My eyes zeroed in on it, unblinking, laser focused on what hecouldbe doing to San—pleasing her.

He laughed when he noticed. “Aye, I don’t think mans heard a word you said, Ri.”

Titan grabbed her foot and held it tight. “He ain’t the only one.”

The energy shift was palpable.

Titan and feet…I couldn’t name a more iconic duo. Out of nowhere, he started going to town on her toes, filling the room with wet suckling sounds. That seemed to activate Cruz, who tucked his hand inside her panties, stimulating her clit and making my dick hard as steel.

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