Page 41 of Make Me A Sinner
And, as all good things come to an end, I feel him rise beside me on the bed. I'm still wary of him because I know what his true self is capable of, and this is only a demonstration that's certainly meant to serve one of his twisted purposes. But what can I say except: Q.E.D.—quod erat demonstrandum.
With the extra careful moves, he props me higher on the pillows and pulls a sheet over me to keep me comfortable throughout the night. Then he lets a heavy arm drape over my waist, pulling me to spoon against him—my back melting into his chest while his very unsolved problem nudges against my ass, making me realize this whole game’s just as hard on him as it is for me. His heavy breath blows through my hair as he tries to calm himself, caging me in his arms, like he’d guard me with his own life.
How strange, feeling protected next to the most dangerous man I've ever known. And when I say dangerous, I do mean it in every sense of the word. It’s not just because of the power or wealth that makes him dangerous. It’s his mind games. And he never lets a chance go to waste. Especially not when I’m so vulnerable, so dependent on him in these moments. "Next time you want to feel like this... you’ll have to claim my cock."
It's another warning—the last. He's asking me to take the final step toward him, he’s pushing my limits without actually raising a finger. It's not even a threat, he's just using my own body against me—and I’ve known it in the past to be a treacherous bitch before. It proves me right on every damn occasion, especially now, as his thumb brushes my nipple and his warm tongue trails up my neck to my ear. "Sweet dreams, Serena."
twenty-one
-Serena-
I don't fully manage to fall asleep—or faint, or whatever the hell I was doing—before the whole house seemed to be tumbling down on us. A large bang echoes through the hallways, and I can instantly see Set jump out of bed, grab his gun from the nightstand, and start cursing as he storms out of the room.
Grabbing a robe—the nearest piece of clothing I can find—I rush out to see what’s happening. I'm not sure I’d have much strength to fight back if we were attacked or something like that, but I’m not staying naked in the bedroom, waiting to get killed either.
Still, I had a pretty good idea who it was since there’s only one person I know crazy enough to burst into Set's house like this. And, sure enough, I didn't even make it to the main room before I heard Set groan. "What the fuck, Whiro?"
Not that his brother gives a damn it’s well past midnight. "I have an idea," I could hear the madman's voice, and after just a few short seconds, acknowledged his presence.
"The fuck is wrong with you? It's 3 a.m. And where the fuck have you been? You reek of cheap perfume," Set snarls, practically blocking the doorway, like he’s planning to make this a very short visit.
"Took one for the team, bro. It's not my fault Chen has the money to buy this fucking town but still chooses the cheapest whores in Vegas."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Set asks, barely coming to his senses after the abrupt wake-up.
And of course, Whiro notices... again. "Oh, sorry. You look freshly fucked. Guess I’ll need to dumb down things for you for the next few minutes." He arches an eyebrow, looking at Set, but the very next second, he seems to spot me in the hallway, and has a change of mind. "Come to think about it, you don't look freshly fucked. But she does. So I get that I'm interrupting you. Again."
"Do you know any other line, or is this the best you’ve got?" Set snaps, annoyed by this visit, and even more annoyed by his brother's sense of humour. I think he should be used to it by now. Because I see Whiro’s invested in this going after Chen as much as Set is. I suspect it has something to do with his sick pleasure in killing but also of finding a worthy target. And the great opportunity just arose.
"Not my fault you are at it 24/7. Or at least look like you're trying to be. Got some kind of erectile dysfunction, bro? ’Cause I know a guy who-"
I can't help but burst out laughing when Set cuts Whiro off, damn near lunging for his throat for that remark. "You’ll have erectile dysfunction when I chop your fucking dick off if you don't cut the bullshit." A vein in Set's neck begins to pulse, and his attention goes to me as he doesn't let my amusement slide. "Laugh again, princess, and I’ll bury my piercing so deep in that throat of yours you'll be gagging for an hour."
"No need to get defensive on us just because you'remoody," Whiro raises his arms in mock surrender, probably hoping Set calms down—or probably hoping Set explodes. Honestly, hard to tell with these two. All I know is they're like a headache waiting to turn into a full-blown migraine.
"You want water? Beer? Coffee?" I try to play nice, but it doesn't fit into Set's plan.
"He's not staying," he grunts, glaring at Whiro, who gets way too comfortable, kicking off his shoes like he intends to move in.
"A beer would be great," Whiro nods, and I head to the fridge to grab him one. Hell, I’d even bring him a six-pack if that meant getting on Set's nerves.
I wonder if I’d get punished if I suggested we order food or some treats. Maybe the guy’s starving. He did mention he spent the whole night collecting intel.
Yeah, I’d definitely get punished for suggesting it, but I can’t help but wonder what that punishment would be. Maybe I'd like it.
As soon as I returned, Set shot me a look because I didn't ask him if he wanted anything.
It’s his house, he knows where the fridge is.
Okay, I know I could’ve asked him since I was there, but I did it on purpose. Playing with his nerves seems like the least I can do after all his games lately.
And I must be getting to him because his mood deteriorates by the second. "I'll ask my assistant to get you a satellite phone first thing in the morning. Next time you’ve got something to say, fucking call. Don’t come crashing through my door. At three in the fucking morning!" he snaps at Whiro again.
Not that his brother seems to give a damn. "Is 3 a.m. late for normal people? Feels like early noon to me." He shrugs, brushing past Set, and heads for the couch, pushing his hand aside like Set’s barely there.
This man should be locked up, and someone should throw away the key. Still, he's the only one who can piss Set off this much and get away with it. And I'm seriously starting to consider asking him to move in with us. Seeing Set this fuming mad kind of makes my day—especially considering the endless torment he puts me through. He’s constantly making me battle my own choices to the point where I’m an intruder in my own mind.
"I know this won't be over until you tell me what you found. So the sooner you talk, the faster you leave." Set folds his arms, taking a defensive stance and waiting for Whiro to do his thing and leave. But we both know that's not happening too soon.
