Page 88 of Ruthless Sinner
Father’s passing last year felt like death came back to claim him. It makes me wonder what the future holds for me.
“I’ll leave you to get comfortable,” Mara says giving me a reassuring smile. “There are a few meetings with the staff in an hour.”
I tear my eyes away from the picture and look at her. “I’ll be there.”
“Great. If you need anything give me a shout.”
“Sure.”
She leaves. When the door closes it feels like I’ve been sealed away in a tomb with the ghost of my father and all that used to be.
I set the picture down and sit in the chair behind the desk, remembering how Father used to command attention with just a look.
I will never get used to the fact that he’s no longer living. My mind can’t comprehend it because he was such a powerful man who always had things under control. Except when he died.
I accept my recklessness gave my enemy the ammunition he needed to fuck me over, but I was lured into a trap. Jason, that motherfucking asshole pushed me into the snares of a deceptive ploy where considering my past it was a given that I’d react the way I did.
That’s why I can’t let go of my vendetta against him and the reason I shouldn’t be anywhere near his daughter.
I work through the day with conflict ripping me apart, then damn me… as soon as it’s time to go to the club I can’t get there quickly enough to see Serenity.
It’s like some kind of black magic clouds my mind and I forget all the reasons why I shouldn’t be with her.
The thought of spending my night inside her gorgeous body makes my fucking cock burn with desperation and I fail again.
All I want is her and I see past that need and craving that’s consuming my mind with lust and screwing with ability to think.
So, I follow my own rules again.
* * *
When I reach the club and go into my lounge where she’s waiting for me, I don’t know how I keep my fucking head screwed on.
Looking like the goddess again, Serenity is standing by the floor to ceiling glass window staring out at the skyline. She’s wearing a black strapless baby-doll dress that stops just above her knees.
Her long, velvet hair is styled in long waves that flow down to her waist.
She turns away from the window to look at me and I know whatever reasoning I told myself for why I shouldn’t be with her won’t work on me.
She smiles and the flush of her cheeks and the sparkle in her eyes for seeing me remind me that I want this.
Better than nothing at all, right?
Better than turning my back and walking away knowing I won’t have this with her again.
Fuck yeah.
Fucking hell yes. I’ll continue to damn myself and deal with whatever shitty consequences comes my way. She’s worth it.
With that reasoning, I smile back at her and allow attraction to pull us together. We meet for the kiss I’ve been dying for all fucking day.
Her heels are shorter tonight so I have to bend down to kiss her. No problem. I love towering over her petite frame and allowing the power of my height and muscle to dominate her. I know she likes it too.
“You look beautiful, Printsessa,” I mutter against her lips, caressing her already hard nipples.
“Thank you.”
“Did you wear this for me?” I brush my lips over hers, tugging on her dress. She smiles, fluttering her fingers over my chest.