Page 52 of Sinful Chains

“Come take what’s yours.”

I was on her in half a second, pressing against her back, my hands skimming over her hips. I groaned on entry, gripping her waist as I moved against her, claiming what was mine the way she wanted me to.

I stared at her face in the mirror, at the way her lips parted, her pupils dilated, her brows knitted with pleasure. I wasn’t gonna last, and I think she knew that. The way shearched for me, throwing it back, I didn’t think she minded.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “I love you.”

Her eyes widened, then watered. “I love you, too.”

That did it.

I came inside her, burying my face in the crook of her neck, my body jerking as the pressure finally popped.

I sat at the front of the lecture hall watching students scribble frantically in their blue books. In this technology era, they hated having to write on paper, but it’s like I told them; if y’all’s asses didn’t cheat and use artificial intelligence to do your work, we wouldn’t have to conduct class like it was 1995.

The semester was almost over, but I couldn’t celebrate until the last grade went in. Then there would potentially be grade disputes. Requests for recommendation letters. Advice I needed to give. And ofcourse, the continuous and mind-numbing politics of academia.

But I wouldn’t trade my job for a damn thing.

I took another scan of the room before I picked up my phone, taking a brief break from proctoring.

I wanna see you after work. Taking you somewhere special

San

Somewhere expensive?

Do you even have to ask?

San

Good boy

My breath hitched slightly. Ever since our shopping day, and us revealing our feelings, I’d been on an emotional high. Opening up to her hadn’t been as hard as I thought, but that’s typical man shit, I guess. It took her chaining my ass up to get me to let her in all the way.

In the future, I needed to do better.

Tonight’s reservations had already been made. A private rooftop dinner with a jazzquartet. Penthouse suite overlooking the city. Full spa day tomorrow. I planned on making sure she felt as pampered and worshiped as she made me feel secure.

The clock slowly ticked down. I gave a final warning with five minutes to go, watching as students began turning in their exams, some looking hopeful, others already defeated. I barely registered their faces as they dropped the bluebooks on my desk. I was too busy thinking about my night with San.

And my future with her.

Be ready at 7, Princess

No response. Odd, but I didn’t think much of it.

The last student smiled and thanked me as she submitted her test. I grabbed the stack, shoving them into my bag, feeling the weight of the semester lift off me. Then my mind drifted right back to San and how fucking happy she made me.

I already planned to go deeper tonight. I wanted to know where her head was at, and where she saw this going, whether she had the space for a real relationship with threedifferent men. There was no competition here between me and my brothers, just the question of San and her capacity deal with all of us. The sex part was easy. It was the relationship part that would take some coordination.

But anything worth having is worth working for. We would do anything to make her happy. To protect her. To love and cherish her.

She deserved it all.

I stopped by my office to lock up, surprised when I checked my phone and there was still no response from San.

Everything else seemed normal. My desk was how I left it. Papers stacked, computer fast asleep, chair slightly askew.

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