I’m in too deep.
I know it in the ache in my chest, in the way I can’t look away.
And he knows it too.
I see it in the way his breath stutters, in the way his jaw tightens like he hates admitting it but can’t deny it.
“Come with me, wildcat,” he murmurs, voice rough but low, almost tender. “I want to feel you lose it around me.”
The words detonate inside me, shattering whatever restraint I had left. My body coils tight, trembling, every nerve on fire. The orgasm builds slowly, unbearable, curling up from my toes, tightening my thighs around his hips, dragging a moan from deep in my chest. My nails dig into his back, clawing at him like I can anchor myself against the massive wave about to break.
“Sin…” I gasp, voice breaking, my head tipping back against the pillow. My eyelids flutter, vision blurring as heat crashes through me. “I-I can’t—”
“Yes, you fucking can,” he snarls against my mouth, his teeth grazing my bottom lip. His hips piston harder, deeper, grinding in ruthless rhythm while his cock stretches me to the edge of breaking. “Give it to me, wildcat.Now. Let me feel you.”
The command wrecks me. My body seizes, clamping down around him, my orgasm detonating so violently I scream his name into his shoulder. White heat pulses through me, wave after brutal wave, tearing me apart until I’m shaking with the sheer intensity of it.
I feel him shudder, the way his arms tighten like iron around me, his thrusts losing rhythm, turning frantic. His breath stutters hot against my neck, broken groans ripped from his throat. “Fuck… E-Elizabeth.” His voice is jagged, guttural, a growl torn from somewhere primal. He slams deep, grinding hard as his cock jerks inside me. His release floods hot, claiming, spilling until I feel it dripping between us. His whole bodyconvulses, chest heaving, forehead pressing to mine like he’s holding on by a thread.
We move together in small, helpless rolls, chasing the last sparks, riding out the aftershocks until I’m boneless beneath him. Every tremor in my body echoes his, our moans tapering into ragged breathing, the air thick with sweat and sex.
His weight drapes over me, heavy and protective, his chest crushing mine in the best possible way. His heart pounds wildly against me, as if it’s syncing with my own erratic rhythm. My fingers twitch against his damp skin, memorizing the heat, the scent, the raw reality of him.
And when his voice finally rumbles low in my ear, rough, spent, still alpha, it’s not a question, not a plea. Just a truth I already know. “You’re fucking relentless, wildcat.”
A slow smile crosses my face as I glance up at him, my fingers gently caressing his face. “Only with you. But we should probably get up. If I stay in here any longer, I’m never going to leave this room.”
He waggles his brows at me. “Well then, we probably should.” But he doesn’t move either, instead, he pulls me closer. “Just five more minutes.”
Five minutes turns into ten. Then fifteen. Neither of us wants to break this bubble we’ve created.
But eventually, we can’t hide anymore.
The clubhouse is waking up. I hear voices, footsteps, and the sound of coffee being made.
We dress in silence, both of us hyperaware of how this looks, what it means. When we’re both presentable—though I’m sure I look thoroughly ravished despite my best efforts—Sin catches my hand. “Hey…” He waits until I look at him. “No regrets?”
“No regrets,” I lie. Because the regret isn’t about him, it’s about the lies I’m still telling. The truth I’m still hiding.
He kisses me once more, soft, sweet, and at odds with everything that came before. Then he unlocks the door.
The moment we step into the main room, I know the club is aware of what happened. Brothers don’t say anything directly, but I catch the knowing looks, the small smirks, the raised eyebrows.
Nitro’s expression is the most complex—conflicted, like he still doesn’t fully trust me but respects Sin’s choice enough not to say anything.
Ghost gives Sin a subtle nod of approval as we pass, something unspoken passing between them.
Millie and Ro are restocking the bar. The moment they see us, both women break into matching grins.
“Well, well, well,” Ro says, not even trying to hide her amusement. “Look who finally stopped fighting the inevitable.”
Millie’s smile is gentler but no less knowing. “About damn time, if you ask me.”
Heat floods my cheeks, but before I can respond, Ro is around the bar, grabbing my arm and pulling me away from Sin. “Oh no, Pres, she’s ours now. We need details.” She winks at me. “Girl talk. You understand.”
Sin just shakes his head, that small smile playing at his lips. “Don’t scare her off, Ro.”
“Please! I think she can handle us just fine.”
