Page 92 of Sinner's Obsession

His thumb presses on my clit, two fingers slipping in and out of me as he takes a nipple in his mouth.

“So, about my surprise?” I ask, even though it’s getting harder to concentrate with him playing my body with the laziness and dexterity of a maestro.

He releases my nipple with a pop. “After breakfast.”

Kieran slides down my body and spreads my thighs open. So, I guess I’m the breakfast buffet.

Three orgasms later, he hops from the bed while I gaze at his sculpted back, and that fine ass. He looks at me over his shoulder, catching me, and I raise my eyebrows at him.

“If you look at me like that, we won’t get out of this room.”

This happiness, this intimacy I never thought I would experience, envelops me. I fall onto my back and squeal when he disappears into the bathroom. Missing him, I follow him, and his ministrations undo me. I feel how much he cares, and my heart opens to him. He owns it, and it’s scary, but I shove the fear away.

I put on some makeup and go downstairs where the butler pushes a cart filled with food into the room.

I see the cart covered with pancakes, eggs, fruits, yogurt, and three types of oatmeal––feeling spoiled and taken care of.

We eat in silence, soaking up these moments of harmony, of belonging. I have never been more thankful for getting that awful cold. It was worth it. Kieran is worth it. Happiness blossoms, a field of wildflowers blooming in every corner of my chest. I am not at war anymore with that little girl who had a crush on him, because he’s good, thoughtful, and so very loveable.

After we finish breakfast, he makes some calls while I take out my phone and message Chiara.

How are you?

Don’t ask.

Worry settles in my core.

Her succinct answer has me swallowing a lump.

Chiara?

Stop worrying and wake up from whatever trance he put you in.

“Sweetheart.” I lift my chin, and Kieran studies me. “What’s wrong?”

Even if he put me in a trance, I’m enjoying it too much to want to escape.

“I’m worried about Chiara.”

He kneels in front of me and takes my hand in his before kissing each tip of my fingers,

“Even if you don’t like or trust Cato, he is like a brother to me. I assure you, he won’t hurt her.”

“She didn’t seem like herself just now.”

“I remember someone being even worse when she married me.”

He grins and I slap his chest.

“And look how we are now, thanks to a stupid cold.” With a smirk, I ask, “Would you have let me go?”

A few beats of silence follow.

“No. I never wanted you miserable, but I never expected you to dig yourself into my heart like this. I’m crazy about you.”

“Are you now?”

He tickles and nibbles at my neck and says, “I was never like this. I’ve never felt like this. What you do to me, you’re everything.”

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