Page 57 of Sin Bin Daddies

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His jaw flexes.

I don’t know what this is, but it’s dangerous.

His voice is low, rough. “I really want to kiss you.”

I swallow. I should say no. I should step back. I should?—

His lips crash against mine.

And I let him.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Ford

She tastes phenomenal.

I pull back to watch her. Her lips are swollen and her breathing is ragged, but it’s those marks on her neck, those fucking bites.

I don’t know what about them is making me feel so fucking feral.

The sight of the dark possessive bruises staining her flawless skin—makes something raw and territorial claw its way up my throat.

I drag my thumb over the deepest one on her collarbone, watching the way her breath stutters, the way her pulse jumps beneath my touch.

She shudders, her lashes fluttering, and I swear to god, my control is slipping.

“The person who did this to you,” I murmur, my voice rough, barely human. “He better have made you come.”

Her face flushes instantly, pink creeping up her throat.

She nods, biting her lip. “He did.”

Good.

I don’t know why that fucking matters, but it does. It matters in a way that twists something dark inside me, something thatmakes me want to sink my teeth into her skin just to leave another mark.

“Good,” I say, my voice coming out lower, almost guttural. “Glad he wasn’t just overcompensating.”

Her eyes flick up to mine, teasing. “I’m not entirely sure he was even aware he was doing it.”

I let out a low, dark chuckle and press my thumb against the bruise again, firmer this time, watching the way her pupils blow wide.

“Trust me,” I murmur. “He knew exactly what he was doing. He’s marking territory.”

Her breath hitches.

I tilt my head, my lips inches from her throat. “Can I kiss it?”

She nods, exhaling softly.

I don’t hesitate. I lean in, brushing my lips over the mark, sucking lightly, just enough to make her whimper.

Fuck.

Her sound is intoxicating, her skin warm and soft against my mouth. My hand slides to her waist, pulling her closer, molding her against me.

“Do they go lower?” I ask, my hand skimming down her back.

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