“Lay me out as bait and tip off your scary contacts when he inevitably shows,” she says.
I shake my head. “No. Hell no, Sin. That sounds... risky.”
She shrugs. “So? What’s he going to do to me, even if he gets to me? He can’t bundle me into a bag and force me back into The Path. I’d have all four of you watching out for me.”
At some point, she stepped closer without me noticing. Her feet are now touching the tips of mine and she reaches out to run her hand in circles on my chest, right over my pounding heart.
My voice is hoarse as I tell her, “I want to protect you, Sin. Not dangle you in front of a guy that exploited you for years.”
“Not everything is your decision, Iri.” Her tone lowers to a purr and I’m totally distracted from her words, once again, by my hardening dick. My knot pulses as my balls tighten with need.
Licking my lips with my eyes lasered in on her mouth, her pink lips part with my attention and I absorb the wave of lust rolling off her.
She cocks her head to one side. “Iri, why are you still holding back with me?”
Holding... back?
My brain stutters.
“Do you want to kiss me, Iri?”
I take a steadying breath, trying to modulate the turmoil of emotions going through me.
“I’m intense, Sin. I know myself. I’ve scared enough people off in my life to realize that I’m a lot to take.”
“Is that the reason for the one small thing game? Getting to know each other in controlled doses?”
I hadn’t thought about it that way. But I guess she sees me even more clearly than I see myself.
The need to understand her, to know her, has been almost unbearable, and it was what I could come up with to dose myself in Sin, tiding me over until the next day.
“You might be right.”
There’s a half smile on her face, like she’s trying not to smile at me and is failing.
“Well, I want to know you too, Iri,” she says. “All of you.”
Her eyes glint as she wraps her arms around my neck and tugs me down until her lips are meeting mine in a hot, hard, needy kiss.
Fuck. The taste of her fills my mouth and I let out a guttural groan.
“Are you sure about this, Sin? This is a box I can’t put a lid on once we’ve pulled it off. I’m going to be—”
“Intense? Infuriating? Addicting?” She snorts. “I know. Give me all of it.”
The last part is said against my lips as she kisses me again and I just about lose myself to the feeling of her against me.
Fuuuuck. This is not at all how I expected tonight to go. Nor did I expect to find someone willing to accept all the scarred and off-putting parts of me.
I’m controlling, sometimes domineering. I don’t sleep or eat or drink like a regular person. I get obsessively focused on things in a way that scares most people.
But Sin seems to accept all of that without question. And it’s not just me she accepts, either. It’s all of us, and she fits with us without even having to try.
I never thought one person could take us all on.
But Sin is perfect.
Ours.
