Page 26 of The Price of My Sins

He placed it down in the ashtray, grabbed my jaws, and blew the smoke into my open mouth. I inhaled the smoke before exhaling it into the night air. I moaned when he placed a kiss behind my ear, the sound echoing in the quiet night. I returned the favor and took in his fresh scent. My body immediately responded, and since I wasn’t wearing any panties, I knew he could feel the effect his touch had on me.

“I miss you, too, Cin.” He palmed both my ass cheeks, responding to my earlier confession. He continued kissing up and down my neck. I hissed, feeling his teeth gently sink into the flesh of my neck like a lion marking his territory.

“I missed you more, Big Bo,” I moaned when I felt his dick getting hard, pressing against my middle. “If we keep this up, I’m not going to behave,” I whispered.

Bo's hands slid up, fingers digging gently into the sides of my hips. “Who said I wanted you to behave?”

That was all the invitation I needed. I leaned in and kissed him slow and deep with the kind of pressure that said, “I’ve been thinking about this all damn day.” His mouth parted for me, tongue sliding against mine in a rhythm that made my toes curl.

My hips rolled instinctively, grinding against him, and I felt the growling rumble in his chest before I heard it. “You're playing with fire, O,” he said, breathing against my lips, his voice strained, heavy with want.

“Then burn with me, baby," I said, my fingers sliding across his bald head.

“I want to slide up in this pussy so bad right now. But we need to talk first, baby.”

“I’m done, Bo. And for good this time. I’ve been done with Josh for a long time ago,” I said, dropping my head and preparing to tell him my secret.

I took my time and told Bo everything. The moment the words left my mouth, something in me trembled. My chest tightened, and I fought the sting behind my eyes.

Bo’s brow furrowed, but he didn’t move—didn’t interrupt. His stillness was comforting in a way I didn’t expect. He wasn’t panicking or pulling away, but the tightness in his jaws told me he was pissed. Continuing, I told him how Dre was my roommate’s boyfriend and how he snuck into our dorm room and attacked me while I was sleeping.

“I tried to get him off me, but he was too strong. After… after he was done, I found the strength to move and grabbed the knife I kept under my mattress and stabbed him in the neck. I called Josh, but he didn’t answer… so I texted him. About twenty long agonizing minutes, he and another guy showed up to my dorm. He told me to go get cleaned up. By the time I came back from taking a shower, the body was gone, and so was my mattress.” I sobbed into Bo’s chest before I continued, “I was so scared. I never asked questions. Now, he’s holding that text over my head… especially now that I don’t want to be with him anymore.” I sniffed up the mucus and swallowed in hopes of stopping the tears.

Bo gently grabbed my chin, lifted my head, and gazed into my eyes. “You know you ain’t going back to that nigga, right? That shits a dub,” he said with finality, and I nodded.“I’m going to handle him,” Bo continued, his eyes locked on mine. “I promise you, you will never see the inside of a cell. You did the right thing taking that nigga’s life. He violated. After what he did to you… that wasn’t murder. That was justice. I got you, O. You trust me, right?” He pecked my lips a few times, waiting for me to confirm.

I nodded slowly, my throat tight. There was no hesitation in me, not when it came to him. I trusted Bo more than I trusted my own footing some days.

“Good,” he murmured, his hand finding the side of my face, his thumb brushing just beneath my eye where a tear had been. “Now, give me that burden, love. Let me carry that shit for you. I’m not here to save you… I’m here to stand with you. Every step. Every scar. Every damn storm.”

By this time, I was a full-blown mess as Bo held me, his arms locked around me like a shield that he could keep up so that the world could never ever touch me again. My tears soaked his chest, but he didn’t flinch. He didn’t let go at all. Bo held me tighter like he needed me to know I didn’t have to carry this alone anymore.

This was the first time I’d told the full story, and it felt good to let it all out and not be judged. “I didn’t mean for it to end the way it did…” I whispered, voice cracking as the memory of that night flooded back. “But I was so angry, Bo… I snapped.”

His hand moved gently up and down my back. “You’re safe now. I got you, baby.”

“I know.” Slowly, I raised my hand to his jaw, tracing the edge of his beard with trembling fingers. I leaned in and pressed my lips to his—tentative at first as if I was asking permission. Our foreheads pressed together when we finally pulled apart, breath mingling in the silence.

“I need you, Bo. I need to feel you inside me, baby,” I whispered, grinding my pussy against his hard dick.

“Say less.”

With Olivia's arms secured around my neck and her legs wrapped around my waist, I carried her upstairs to my bedroom. She didn't say a word. Didn't need to. Her silence wasn't hesitation—it was trust. Her breath was warm against my neck, her fingers lightly caressing the back of my head. The weight of her body in my arms didn't feel like a burden. It felt like purpose, like this was exactly where she was meant to be, in my arms and my life forever.

I pushed open the bedroom door and stepped inside, the quiet hum of the room wrapping around us like a secret. The air was thick with something unspoken, heavier than just lust. It was wanting but layered with history, emotion, and the ache of everything we'd both been through.

I set her down gently at the edge of the bed, my hands lingering at her waist. She looked up at me, lips parted and eyes soft but intense. I could feel the heat rising between us, but this time, it was different. It wasn't about the rush of desire or the thrill of our usual passionate encounters. This time, I wanted to make love to her slowly and tenderly, as if she was something more than just a body to satisfy. I wanted to show her that she was my whole world by physically connecting.

Her fingers traced the edge of my jaw, and her eyes filled with a quiet passion that made my heart beat faster. There was no need for words, just the unspoken trust that passed between us in the silence.

I kissed her again, but this time, it was gentle, almost reverent. My hands went to the hem of her tee shirt, slowly undressing her. My hands roamed over her skin, taking in every curve and every inch of her like it was the first time I’d touched her. She responded with a soft moan as her hands slid over my chest, tracing the contours of my muscles and feeling the warmth of my body beneath her fingertips.

I kissed her neck, my lips brushing the sensitive skin beneath her ear, and she sighed softly, her legs wrapping around me to pull me in closer. I grunted when I made my way down to her chocolate nipples, gliding my tongue ring around her areola before sucking her hard nipple into my mouth. Hearing her breathing pick up only confirmed that she was ready.

Standing up, I took off my shorts, along with my boxers, and my hard dick popped out, curving slightly to the left. Olivia licked her lips, her chest rising and falling as she took in the sight before her. I was so mesmerized by her beauty that I couldn’t even concentrate on just one part of her body. The tattoos covering her body gave Olivia an edge, each one telling a story. She smirked, spreading her legs like the Red Sea, letting me see how hot she was. The amount of cream pouring from her middle should've been illegal, but I saw it as a blessing, waiting for me to quench my thirst.

“I… I love you, Boris Anderson,” she closed her eyes and whispered. She called me by my whole government, so I knew she meant that shit.

I didn’t respond immediately. Instead, I called out to Alexa to play my playlist, and right on cue, the perfect song poured into the room like a slow-burning flame.

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