Page 34 of Sinner's Obsession

He shakes his head at me. “Sleep.”

“Do you prefer me in a certain position as well?” I sass back.

“Yes, with your ass to my dick.”

I shoot him a glare.

“You asked, I answered you.”

“Oh, so you’ll always tell me the truth?”

“I will, but don’t blame me if my truths hurt your good little heart.”

I turn my back to him, and he doesn’t try to touch me again. I should be relieved, but I am not.

I wake up on his side of the bed. Legs entwined, our skin touches, creating a delicious friction, and with him facing me. His eyes are set on me.

Kieran brushes my cheek, tucking back a strand of my hair. For one blissful moment the space between us fills with hopes and dreams for the future.

“I thought we could go shopping.”

“Shopping?”

“Yes, for your wedding dress.”

“You’re doing a terrific job of making me hate you. Do you know I had a crush on you? Good thing I got over it.”

His grin is so wide it could be seen from space. He props his cheek on his palm and raises a cocky brow.

“So, you never imagined us getting married?”

“No,” I say too quickly, my sharp intake of breath betraying my lie.

“No?”

I can’t even convince myself, so it’s not a surprise he doesn’t buy it. Those times were different. My life was perfect and my dreams were just the dreams of a naïve girl. Now, I know better.

“I’ll pick you up at three.”

“Whatever.”

He kisses the corners of my lips and I inhale, a big mistake because his alluring scent wraps around my senses. I close my eyes, wanting more, but the bastard stops.

“I want you to crave my touch, my kisses,” he whispers above my tingling lips.

“Keep dreaming.” I sound zero convincing and I groan.

“I’m already making you my wife.”

“On paper, just on paper.”

“So, I can fuck others, right?”

Anger and jealousy rear their monstrous heads, daring me to say he can do whatever he wants. “If I can do the same.”

He grips my chin, his eyes darkening with possession. “Never.”

It’s official. I must be deranged because I like it.

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