Page 67 of Sinner's Malice

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Page 67 of Sinner's Malice

He growled again, storming out of the living room.

Rolling my eyes, I headed for the kitchen when I heard a knock at my door.

Greeting Torment, we both heard Malice growl.

“Ignore him.” I smiled up at the club brother. “Thank you for coming. There was no way I was going to get him to your office.”

“No problem.” Torment tentatively stepped in, looking around my place for his hostile brother.

“He’s in the bedroom, throwing a hissy fit.”

Torment smirked at that.

“So why am I here, Silver?”

Closing the door, I walked into the living room, unsure how to begin. Taking a seat, I waited for him to sit and when he did, I began.

“We need help.”

“No, we don’t!” we both heard Malice yell from the back bedroom.

“Either you come out here and participate or shut the hell up!” I shouted back.

The slamming of the bedroom door was the only response I got.

Torment leaned back, hiding his smile with his hand.

Yeah, I got it. It wasn’t every day a brother got to see someone hand Malice his ass.

“Like I was saying, we need help. We both do, and I’m not sure where to start.”

“Generally, the beginning is the best place. Why don’t you start with why you called me?”

Nodding, I leaned forward. “Last night, Malice and I, we were...”

“Got it. You two were having sex.”

Shaking my head, I added, “No, we weren’t. We were just kissing and touching. Well, he was doing all the kissing andtouching. When I tried to reciprocate, he stopped me. He told me I couldn’t touch him, and when I asked why, he said some things, very dark things. Then I put a stop to it all. Since then, neither of us knows how to proceed. I know he’s got a dark past. I do too. But I don’t know how to move forward in this relationship, or if it will even work if I can’t touch him.”

Torment sighed. “While I’m unable to speak of my time with Malice, I can tell you—”

“Tell her!” the grumpy asshole shouted again.

“That’s it,” I declared, getting to my feet.

Storming out of the room, I marched my ass into the bedroom to find him standing steadfast, arms crossed over his chest, while he glared at me.

“Not going out there.”

“Like hell you’re not,” I shot back.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“You either get your ass out there or I will call the entire fucking clubhouse to come participate. The women included!”

When he didn’t move, I grabbed his hand and yanked him out of the room. Ignoring his mumbles, he trudged reluctantly after me and when I had him in the living room, I pointed to the sofa.




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