Page 36 of Sinful Addiction

“By the way, you look sexy as fuck wearing nothing but my shirt.”I take the steaming mug I passed her moments ago while backing her against the kitchen island.“Though, I prefer you naked.”I rip my shirt open, undoing the three buttons Lacey attempted to cover her body with.

The hitch in her breath as I lower my mouth to her hardened nipple spurs me on.I take a handful of the other breast and massage it in my palm.While my eyes are trained up watching her reaction, I become starved.She lolls her head to the side while sucking on her voluptuous bottom lip.That’s my undoing.

“We're going to have to make some house rules for when I’m here.Rule number one, you never hide this sexy body from me.Including when you want to wear my shirt.”

I move my hands to her perfectly rounded ass and lift her onto the cold surface where her wet pussy is on full display for me.Bowing my head, I dive my tongue through her wetness and devour every last drop until she’s semiconscious.

Catching her breath, she leans forward on the counter.

“I thought you had work to do?”Her barely audible voice asks.

“You’re more important.In fact, I’m making it a rule that I always have you for breakfast.”Once I’m satisfied Lacey will be fine with her coffee, I retrieve my jacket and tie then make my exit.With a final glance thrown over my shoulder, I’m through the door and in the elevator before Knox can say a word about my lack of attire.The door closes as I put my jacket on and all rational thoughts are back.

“It’s time.”

Sixteen

Antonio

I race through Xander’s house like a maniac, not stopping for any person who passes me with cautious stares.When I reach his office, I take hold of both door handles and inwardly slam them open as hard as I can.

“I want him gone.”

My palms are splayed on Xander’s desk while he continues typing on his laptop.“Who, exactly?”

“The bastard that thinks he can come back and take more of my life away.”That gets Xander’s full attention.

“Shut the damn doors and sit down.”He’s not at all phased by my outburst.On the contrary, he seems amused.

I do as he requests and sit my worked-up ass down in the leather chair.My leg won’t stop bouncing as I wait impatiently to get the resources I need.

Xander finally sits behind his desk with his hands clasped together, resting his forearms on the desk surface.

“What do you propose we do?There hasn’t been any sighting of him since that night.There’s no trace of his whereabouts, and the woman that shot you is untraceable.Neither want to be found.”

It infuriates me how he can brush this off so easily.I stand ready to fight him on the matter when he rises from his seat at the same moment, knowing I’ve got my defenses up and ready to defend himself against whatever irrational move I make next.

“You promised me you’d keep an eye on him.I almost threw away the best thing that has come into my life this morning because I didn’t wanthimgetting close toher.There’s no way in hell I’m walking away now.Not even if it’s for Lacey’s own good.I can’t protect her against him if I don’t know where he is, Xander.”I’m in a state of panic.Both hands rest at the nape of my neck while bowing my head in fear.

I’ve not shown fear for an extensive time because I normally create it.

Now, nothing scares me more than losing Lacey.

My heart is bursting out of my chest at a rapid pace.The air has become a thickened fog I can’t breathe through.Visions of a man on paper are imprinted in my mind.

Rage begins to bubble to the surface with the hatred I keep only for him as the memories I try to forget become more frequent.

I’m trying to finish my homework when Dad and Darius stumble through the front door drunk.They both smell like stale beer, marijuana—a scent no twelve-year-old should know—mixed with strong, yucky perfume.

They’re laughing and slapping each other on the back until they see me and freeze.

I quickly close my textbook and tuck the piece of paper inside.I need to finish my poem for literature so I don’t fall behind, but I forgot my workbook.The only thing I could find was a piece of sketch paper from my brother’s room.

The look on Darius’ face says I’m in trouble as he sees what I’m failing to hide.His nostrils flare as he takes deep, angry breaths.Dark green eyes, the same as Dad’s, have turned into slits with his hostile stare, calculating what punishment I’m going to receive.

I should have stayed in my room.Better yet, I should have gone over the road to the neighbors.I’m home alone while Mom takes my sister into town for some girl time.She’s her favorite; I’m glad she doesn’t have to go through the same insufferable abuse as me.

“What have you got there, boy?”I sidestep to the left to hide the textbook.Dad’s hands shoot out from his sides and forcefully he pushes me on the shoulders.I stumble backwards, tripping over the coffee table behind me.I have no time to catch myself.As I twist and land on my arm, I hear a crisp snap.Hot pain sears through my wrist every time I try to put weight on it while I envelope the tears under the surface.Dad doesn’t like it when I cry.He slaps me across the face and calls me a little bitch.

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