A cry I ignored.
Sniffling, I put his song on repeat, getting my mind focused on the task at hand tonight. Even though my time at the club has been enlightening, and Sin has somehow gotten under my skin, I know I have a job to do, and Marcus’ deathneedsto be uncovered.
I won’t go up in flames with Sin like in my dream.
I just won’t.
Pulling into the clubhouse gates, I take a deep breath, letting the song come to an end, and then I finally turn off my car. The thumping bass from rock music already blasting inside has a small smile pulling at the corner of my lips. “Of course, they’re already partying,” I murmur to myself before opening my car door and sliding out, ready to get this plan underway.
As I turn to face the clubhouse doors, I jerk back in shock when I spot Sin standing in the doorway, his broad arms crossed over his chest, his usual attire of worn jeans and a tank top gone and replaced with black slacks and a black button-down shirt. His leather cut is still on, of course, and on his face, a half-style mask. I didn’t realize we’d be matching—the only difference is my mask is dainty and elegant, and his is solid black, covering his eye and nose, with chrome studs and chains accenting it. I had no idea a mask could be so dangerous and yet so sexy at the same time.
My breath catches in my chest as I stare at him. This beast of a man, whose eyes are wandering up and down me in a way that he’s not hiding at all.
“Well, well, wildcat… didn’t know you had it in you to swap leather and fire for silk and shine. Gotta say, though, I always knew you were trouble. I just didn’t know you’d be walking in here tonight, causingthiskind of trouble. I’m gonna have to fight my damn brothers to keep them off you the second you walk in there. You’re gonna tear this club apart, woman,” he teases, stepping off from the doorway and walking toward me, a giant smirk on his face.
Letting out a small laugh, I meet him across the parking lot, my eyes finding him, my stomach defying me as those damn butterflies flutter at hearing him talk so smoothly to me. “Oh, you think I look nice? In this old thing?” I question as his hand comes out, gripping my waist and pulling me to him.
I gasp at the forceful nature of the move. My body pressed flush to his as his gorgeous, multicolored eyes stare deep into me like he’s lost in the depths of my soul. My stomach falls straight through the floor, and my entire body begins to tremble with the way he’s making me feel with one simple look.
“You don’t look nice, Elizabeth,” he states matter-of-factly, his voice low and rough, cutting through the night like a blade. Furrowing my brows, I open my mouth to argue, but his other hand slides up, gently cupping the side of my face that’s maskless, his thumb brushing my cheek in a way that steals the air from my lungs. His eyes burn into mine, unwavering and unrelenting. “You look like every sinful thing a man like me should stay away from… but I won’t. You’re dangerous, wildcat. And tonight? You’remineto deal with. No one else gets a say.”
My heart slams against my ribcage as he leans in, his lips haunting over my ear, his voice dropping to a possessive growl.“So yeah, you’re gonna turn every damn head in there, but the only one you’re looking back at is… me.Do you understand?”
My knees tremble at the tone of his voice, not because I’m scared but because I am absolute putty in his hands.
I’m in trouble.
So much fucking trouble.
Like a goddamn inferno.
His lips slide from my ear around in front of my face, barely grazing mine. The threat of a kiss is imminent. My breathing is rushed and hard, my fingers clenching onto his cut’s leather as I bite down on my bottom lip.
“I need the words, Elizabeth. Do you understand?” he repeats, his lips gently grazing mine, giving me just a small taste.
Leaning forward, I need more, but he pulls back, smirking, his thumb darting out and wiping along my bottom lip. “So greedy, wildcat. You can have everything and anything you want… I just need to hear you say it.”
Breathing harshly out my nose, I know I am losing sight of the bigger picture. But at this moment, here, in Sin’s arms, my head is clouded with him surrounding me like this. But I can’t help thinking of the past two weeks when we’ve been so hot and cold since he left me wanting on the back of his bike, with coyotes circling, and then he froze me out. “The desert,” I whisper, my breathing rapid while his lips continue to linger near mine, “… then when I slept over after the attack?”
His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat, clearly understanding what I’m asking. “Here’s the deal, Elizabeth. You tell me you understand your focus is solely on me tonight, and IswearI’ll finish what I start.” A mischievous grin crosses his face.
My breathing hitches, my clit instantly tingling at the thought.
I shouldnotagree to this.
It’s breaking so many rules, and he’s left me wanting twice now.
But regardless, all I want right now is Sin.
“I understand,” I whisper, and without a second’s hesitation, he slams his lips to mine. Our tongues dance in rhythm, my fingers sliding up into his hair while I hold him to me as close as I can possibly get him. His calloused fingers slide under my dress, hoisting my leg up around his waist, the split in my fabric making it easier for my leg to wrap around him as we both moan into each other’s mouths in the middle of the club parking lot. The kiss deepens, my heart rate making my head feel light, the throb between my thighs growing more and more insatiable as Sin’s hands wander all over my body.
At this rate, we’re not even going to make it inside for the party—
“Ahem…” a voice from behind Sin startles us, which causes us to pull apart. Ghost regretfully stares at us with a shocked expression crossing his features while he carries a security tablet in his hands. “Sorry to interrupt, Pres, but I thought you’d like to know Jonas is about to enter the parking lot with Millie. Perhaps you’d like to greet him, preferablyunattachedto someone else’s lips.”
Dropping my leg from around Sin’s waist, I take an extra step back from him, trying my hardest to keep a smile from crossing my face as Sin subtly rearranges his clearly visible, erect cock in his black slacks. “Thanks, Ghost. Appreciate the heads-up.”
Ghost side-eyes me, and for the first time, I see a look of skepticism from him before he turns and heads back inside the clubhouse. That simple look, not a word spoken, sends a shiver down my spine.
