“Sin!” I knelt, feeling under him to make sure he hadn’t bashed his head open. I felt around his scalp, but there was nothing concerning.
He’d passed out on my floor.
“Sin,” I snapped, shaking his shoulder. He rolled onto his back with a grunt, pushing my hand away.
“Don’t touch me,” he snarled. His body shuddered. “Only Briar.” The emotion in my throat throbbed. “Only . . .Aroha.”
I clenched my hands, digging my nails into my palm. The pinch didn’t make the agony in my chest any better.
I sighed and threw my hands up, leaving him on my floor.
“Fine, suit yourself.” He lashed a hand out, capturing my wrist.
He let out a gust of air, the sound choked.
“Your hatred burns,” he gasped.
I was speechless. All I could do was gawk.
His eyes focused for a split second, then blurred, the pupils flexing.
He sat upright, legs stretched out. “Why won’t you claim me?”
“Go get some rest,” I said instead of answering. “We can talk about?—”
“No!” His voice was thick with emotion. “Please,” He touched his neck. “The one-sided bond will break.” He swallowed audibly. “I won’t rush you . . . but don’t hold back from me.Why?”
“You know why,” I blurted.
He exhaled and slid his palm over his head, his hair was a few inches longer than when I first met him.
“Say what hurt you so much,” he growled.
I looked at my lap.
“Say it.”
“You kissed someone, knowing I was yours?” I breathed out in a rush. I gnashed my teeth together. “How could you kiss her?” My words lashed out and met their mark.
“I—” He sputtered. “You—” His lips pinched into a thin line.
“No fancy words this time?” I asked, numb. “Humph.”
“Briar—”
“You think you can do whatever you want.”
“Pleas—”
“And there won’t be any repercussions?” I scoffed, standing. “Get out, I’m not going to claim you?—”
“I regret it,” he bellowed.
He pulled me to the ground. I landed on him, his hard body cushioning me less than he thought, since his body was so damn hard. With a smooth roll, he was on top of me, forcing my legs open with his knees. The waft of alcohol and his chocolate scent overwhelmed my senses.
I smacked at his chest, shoving and yanking his shirt to push him off me, but his strength was greater. With a few tugs, he tore through my shorts, rendering my panties in half.
Sinclair moved the scraps of clothes out of the way, his movements harsh, and he slammed himself inside me, forcing his way into my channel. He groaned, his entire body shuddering. My pussy clamped onto him, always ready to take his knot.
