by Lee Piper
Screw the plan. Screw motherfucking everything, I’m not letting her go. It’s obvious Temple’s never had anyone fight for her, and that travesty ends right the fuck now. I don’t care if I have to carry her, kicking and screaming, out of here, she’s staying with me. I won’t let Dad near her. Jack can go fuck himself. Anyone who has an issue with my woman will have to come through me first. She’s my property, and I take care of what’s mine.
Even if she hates me for it.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Temple
With a low growl, his mouth claims mine in a searing kiss. Sin breaks away before tearing my jumper over my head and throwing it across the room. He stretches my arms above my head, forcing my fingers to grip the worn blanket. “Keep them here.”
“What if I don’t?” My mouth curves into a wicked smile. “What will you do then?”
Sin peels my T-shirt from my body. He sits up, his torso strong and powerful as he towers over me. “Simple. I won’t let you come.”
Arching my back, I offer my body to him. “You wouldn’t.”
He cups my lace-covered breasts, his large hands molding them. Without warning, he rips my bra off. “Try me.”
“Hey,” I exclaim. “That was my favorite.”
“I’ll buy you another.” He drops his head, his hot mouth covering one pebbled peak. He sucks. Bites. Teases my nipples until I’m delirious with need.
Aching for more, I bite my bottom lip and keep my hands where they are. My short nails pierce the fabric, forming new holes next to the old ones decorating the soft blanket.
“Good girl.” Sin licks the underside of my breast.
Writhing beneath him, I wrap my legs around his waist. “Take off my pants. I want your mouth on my pussy.”
Sin bites my sensitive skin. “What did I tell you about giving orders?”
Head back, lips parted, I moan.
“I don’t care if you make my cock hard. I don’t give a fuck if your body’s goddamn made for me. When we’re naked, I’m in charge. Got it?” To prove his point, he thrusts his hips forward, the bulge of his hard cock hitting me where I need it most.
Sensation ripples through me. “Jesus.”
“What the fuck did I say, babe?” He grinds his length against my core.
Waves of pleasure flood my body, growing stronger, more intense with each roll of his hips. My eyelids flutter closed. “Sin, I—”
He yanks open the top button of my jeans, lowers the zipper, and shoves his hand inside. “Fuck. You’re wet,” he groans, his fingers circling my swollen clit.
I pull his lips to mine. “Sin.” My orgasm looms like a hurricane. “I’m going to come.”
He drives two thick fingers inside my pussy. With each thrust, he grits out, “Who’s. In. Charge.”
I’m so close, specks of light flicker in my periphery. Needing his touch more than my pride, I surrender. “You. Christ, Sin. You’re in charge. Now, for the love of—”
Before I can finish, he rips my jeans and panties from my body, spreads my legs wide, and devours my cunt. “Motherfucking fuck.”
I’m too busy moaning to reply. With my hands in his hair, I roll my hips, desperate for the friction he’s offering.
Sin gorges himself on my pussy. His tongue works its way from my clit, through my folds, before shoving inside my channel. “Goddamn, your taste.” He growls. “I’d fucking kill for this, babe.”
His admission has the wave peaking, breaking, and crashing over me. Pure, unadulterated pleasure rockets from my core, flooding my body with bliss from my toes to the tips of my hair.
Shocked, exhausted, and sated, I sink into the mattress. “Wow.”
Sin straightens, his mouth glistening with my release. He smirks. “You look good coming on my face.” He hovers his mouth a hairsbreadth from mine. “Taste yourself on me.”
Despite exhaustion seeping my bones, the wicked glint in his eyes has me darting my tongue out. I trace the perfect contour of his lips, the salty tang making my taste buds sing.
“That’s right, babe,” he rumbles. “You’re mine now.”
And for some stupid reason, my heart soars.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Temple
Streetlights flash past the car window.
“I can’t believe you talked me into this.” My body is too languid from my orgasm to do anything but relax into the soft leather seat. “For the record, I still don’t trust you. You might have the most talented tongue this side of the equator, but that doesn’t mean anything. The second it’s safe to leave, I’m gone.”
Sin’s grip on the steering wheel tightens, but he doesn’t say anything.
“You must have something on your father, a reason for why you searched his office. And you’re going to tell me what it is.”
He speeds through a corner.
“Your non-answers won’t fly anymore.”
“They already are.”
Staring into the darkness, I mutter, “This is so messed-up.”
We pull into a long, tree-lined drive. After following the private road for a few minutes, he parks in front of a modern, understated mansion that overlooks the ocean.
Turning to him, I raise an eyebrow. “This isn’t what I pictured when I imagined your place. I thought there’d be more… I don’t know. Just more, I guess.”
“It’s not mine.”
I look at the building in front of us, taking a moment to observe the pristine, clean lines and the soft glow emanating from within it. “Whose is it?”
“A friend’s.” He gets out of the car and slams the door.
Not wanting to be left in the driveway of some random’s place, I follow suit. “Whoever lives here likes their privacy. This place is nearly impossible to find from the road, the woods on either side almost completely block out the six-foot fence, and the only other way in is by boat.” I nod. “I like it.”
Back tight, Sin doesn’t respond.
“Will they mind you rocking up so late? It’s past midnight.” Stopping beside him, I take in his rigid profile. “You’re pissed. Why?”
He doesn’t answer.
“Look.” I plant my hands on my hips. “None of this was my idea. You’re the one who wanted me here. Lord knows I didn’t want to come. So, don’t—”
Sin glares. “Exactly.”
Taken aback, I pause. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’re the star student, you figure it out.” He thumps his fist against the door.
“Bitchy isn’t a good look on you.”
“And blind isn’t a good look on you.”
Before I can retort, the door swings open.
All thoughts dissipate after that, because heart in my throat, I gasp.
Oh. My. Ever. Loving. God.
Tall, lean, and with his signature don’t-fuck-with-me-or-I’ll-fuck-you-up look, Tobias Thackery, world-famous drummer and all-round bad boy, looks lazily at Sin. “I thought Angel was picking it up.” His tone is gravel and fire.
I shove my hands in my pockets so I don’t do something stupid like ask him for a damn selfie.
Sin side-eyes me, then glances at the musician. “Plan changed. Do you have it?”
Tobias leans his broad shoulder against the doorframe. “What crawled up your ass and died, bro?”
Like usual, Sin doesn’t respond.
With a wicked glint, Tobias turns to me. “Maybe you can tell me.”
I’m determined to keep my cool. “No idea. My guess is, he was born like this.”
Tobias grins at Sin. “I like her. Who is she?”
“No one you need to worry about.”
I glare. “Quit acting like an ass, big guy.” Turning to Tobias, I hold out my hand. “I’m Temple.”
Tobias’s grin widens as he shakes it. “Tobias.”
“I, ah, know. I’ve been following your band for ages. You’ve got a great sound.”
Tobias nods. “Appreciate it.”
Sin curses.
Knowing I’m annoying Sin has me talking more than I usually would. “So how do you two know each other?”
Tobias considers me. “We’re old friends.”
“Huh.” I pause. “I thought Sin only had two. Well, three, if you count Eve.”
Amusement softens the hard edges of Tobias’s eyes. “True. Dude doesn’t have many real friends. There are plenty of guys who want to kiss his ass and a shit ton of chicks who want to suck his dick. But,” he shrugs, “aside from Angel, Saint, and me, no one deserves the title. You know how it is.”
Since I get it, I nod. “Yeah, I do.”
Without warning, my world is turned on its axis. Sin spins me to face him, his powerful body filling my vision and his strong muscles rigid. He backs me into a wall. “Are you done?”
“Done with what?”
Sin grips my nape, his hold punishing. “You’re mine, babe. Quit shoving your tits in another guy’s face.”
Damn, I like how, mine sounds.
Still, asshole.
Pushing his hand away, I sneer. “The fact I’m more woman than you can handle is your problem, not mine.”
Tobias laughs. “This is fucking priceless.”
Sin flips him off before turning his attention to me. “I can handle you just fine, babe. Or do you need a reminder?”
Visions of his head between my legs, of his mouth feasting on my pussy and his tongue teasing me to climax until I come all over his face, flash before me. Heat warms my cheeks, blazing its way down my neck. “You wouldn’t.”
Sin grabs my hip, yanking me against him. “Try me.”
“As fun as it is to see you get your ass handed to you, bro,” Tobias interrupts, “my woman is naked and waiting for me upstairs. Let’s wrap this shit up.” Reaching into his back pocket, he holds up a plain white key card.
Without letting go of me, Sin looks at it.
Tobias waves the key card in the air. “This is what you came for, right?”
“Sure is.” Sin takes it from him.
Glancing between them, I try to make out what’s going on. Only, I’m so confused by Sin’s contradictions, I can barely think straight.
Sin puts the key card in his pocket. “Payback’s a bitch.”
He and the drummer share a look.
Whatever they’re planning doesn’t bode well. If this has something to do with The Collector, and, considering where we’ve been, it’s possible, then I need to watch out. When the mob boss is involved, people either disappear, wind up in prison, or dead.
Tobias gives Sin a fist bump. “Make him pay, brother.”
Sin nods. “Done.”
Great, my future officially has an expiry date.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Temple
My bag hits the floor with a thump. Scanning the large room, I take in the exposed brick, wooden accents, and dark walls. “Sin, this is your bedroom.” What I don’t say is, why the hell am I in your bedroom?
His scent lingers in the air, teasing my senses.
“Already told you, you’re staying with me.” Sin’s breath fans my neck.
“Yeah, in your ridiculously extravagant mansion with hundreds of spare rooms.”
“None of it was bought with honest money,” he mutters.
Turning, to face him, I argue, “That’s not what I mean. What I’m trying to say is, there are plenty of beds in this place. I don’t have to share yours.” Instinctively, I glance over his shoulder. The bed is huge. Probably soft. And more inviting than it should be.
Swallowing the words I won’t say, I continue. “You’ve got plenty of places I could crash. We passed half a dozen doors on the way here.”
“It’s done. Deal with it.” Stepping around me, he tugs his hoodie and T-shirt over his head.
Christ. I look away, trying to block out the sight of his taut stomach and cut abs.
Impossible.
Mouth dry, I tell myself to get a grip. “You’re doing it again.” Damn, husky.
Sin saunters toward me, his rippling torso and coiled muscles begging for my fingernails to score them as mine. His eyes are dark and full of heat. “And what’s that?”
I meet his stare head-on. “You’re using your body as a weapon. Last time, you used mine. Now, you’re bringing out the big guns.”
He smirks. “Whatever it takes, babe.”
Damn, I’m falling for the arrogant asshole. “I hate how you do that.”
Cupping my nape, Sin draws me to him. “Bullshit. You hate that it works.”
I drown in his gaze.
“Give me your mouth.”
Before I realize what I’m doing, I rise onto my toes and press my lips to his. Our kiss is hot, deep, and full of burning need. It’s a miracle we don’t catch fire and set the house alight.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him flush against my chest. Sin skims his hand down the back of my thigh before hitching my leg up and wrapping it around his waist. With a yank, he tugs me closer.
I moan.
He groans.
And we both go up in flames.
“Knock, knock,” a mischievous voice interrupts.
Sin breaks away. “Get the fuck out.”
“Sure thing. Let me get right on that.” Ignoring his brother, Saint saunters into the room and flops onto Sin’s bed. He crosses his feet at the ankles and folds his hands behind his head. “Don’t let me stop you. As you were.”
I look between them. “What are you doing?”
“Normally, I’m the third party with a bigger cock, but I figured Sin would want to fly solo with you.” Saint wiggles his eyebrows.
“Fuck you.”
Unperturbed by Sin’s insult, Saint muses, “You know, it’s about time you guys hooked up. Angel and I had a bet going.” He gives a salacious grin. “Dude owes me big, and I’m going to cash in on it.”
The thought of being the object of their game doesn’t sit well with me. Untangling myself from Sin, I put distance between us. “You did what?”
“I said, I bet you’d give it up before the night was through. It was Angel who thought you’d hold out for longer.” Saint shakes his head in mock sympathy. “He’s going to be pissed.”
His admission makes me want to junk punch him. “I’m not here for your entertainment, asshole.” As I’m about to drag him off the bed by his hair, Sin wraps his arm around my waist.
“Babe,” he warns, pulling me against his warm chest. “Chill.”
“Chill? Not a fucking chance. Your creepy twin thinks I’m a whore.”
Saint holds up his index finger. “Correction, I think you want to fuck my brother. Fucking one guy and fucking a whole lot of them are two different things.” Pursing his mouth, he considers me. “Though you raise an interesting point. Tell me, Temple. What are your thoughts on—”
“Finish that sentence and I’ll bury you,” Sin warns. “Now say what you came here to say and get the fuck out.”
“Fine.” Saint sighs, getting up. “But I’m disappointed in you, man. You’ve changed.”
“Is that it?” Sin demands.
His brother heads toward the door. “Dude, of course not. I could have sent you that in a text.” He pauses for dramatic effect.
“Swear to God, bro—”
“Okay, okay. No need to get your panties in a wad.” Saint grins, mock whispering to me, “He’s easy to rile, am I right?”
I’d shrug, but that would mean I forgive him for being a dick. So, I stare instead.
“Anyways,” Saint continues, “we’ve got a family meeting in five, so poke your woman and be done with it.” He winks. “But no spooning afterward, we’re on a tight schedule.”
“Fuck. Off.”
Laughing, Saint taps the doorframe above his head, “Love you too, bro,” before leaving the room.
I try to make sense of the past few minutes. Even though there’s so much to process, one phrase circles my mind, refusing to let me focus on anything else. “He said you changed.”
Sin takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing my gaze to his. “So? He says a lot of shit.”
“How have you changed?” For some reason, I need to know. “Look, there are heaps of questions I could have asked. Like, why didn’t he text you about the meeting rather than walk in on us? And, is it usual for you to have threesomes? But for some reason, this is more important. How have you changed, big guy?”
Sin takes his time scanning my face. “I just have.”
We stay like this for a long moment. Our gazes search, steal, and claim an integral part of each other, never to return it.
“We shouldn’t do this,” I murmur.
Dipping his head, Sin sucks my lower lip into his mouth. “Too late.” He takes my hand, leading me from the room. “Come on. Angel will bitch if we’re late.”
“We?” I try to steal my hand back. “I’m only crashing here until Jack has lost interest in me. I don’t need to sit in on your family meeting.”
Sin’s grip tightens. “You’re a part of the plan.”
“What?” I stop. Forcing my mind into overdrive, I consider everything that’s happened since first meeting Sin a couple of weeks ago. Gradually, the pieces start to fall into place. “Oh my God.”
Sin glances over his shoulder, watching me carefully.
“You wanted me to fight Eve,” I say slowly. “No, hang on. You set it up so I’d fight her. You told her to say that stuff about me screwing Professor Nate so she could get a reaction. But why?” Searching the room for answers I don’t have, I think hard. “And there’s more. You asked me on a date because you had to, not because you wanted to. I wondered why the sudden interest, it didn’t make sense at the time. You’re the son of The Collector, for God’s sake. What could you want with the daughter of….” My voice trails away. “Holy shit. You meant for me to overhear your conversation with Saint about Dad’s garage. What went down tonight wasn’t a coincidence, it was planned.”
Sin is silent.
It’s like I’m staring at a stranger. “Which means you also wanted me in The Collector’s office. Saint said it was the second initiation.” I shake my head, needing his answer but not wanting it at the same time. “I don’t understand.”
