Page 36 of Sinful Desires (Sinful #4)

She laughed, low and breathless, then grabbed my chin, pulling me down, and kissed me deeply.

I caught her waist and dragged her on top of me. Chest to chest. Heart to heart. Her skin burned against mine. She was smaller than me in every way, but our bodies fit like they had been fucking crafted to mold into each other.

Soft met hard. Chaos met control.

And for a second, I didn’t know where she ended and I began. And I didn’t care. Not if it meant keeping her right there—right where she belonged. On me. All over me.

Je lui appartiens, comme elle m’appartient.

“I need to ask you for a favor.”

She pulled back just enough to look at me, nails digging into my chest, her legs locked tightly around my hips. Her pussy slid against my cock, wet and slow.

“Anything for you, soldier.”

“I need to handle something back in France. Business. Just two days.”

Her brows pulled in slightly as her fingers traced the ink across my chest like she was trying to memorize the tattoos carved into me.

“While I’m gone,” I continued, “I need you to stay at Lazzio’s.”

The thought of being forced across the Atlantic for two fucking days was already enough to put me on edge.

But being that far from her, unable to watch her, protect her, or keep her close, especially with that bastard of a father still circling, twisted the knife deeper.

It wasn’t just frustrating. It was fucking unbearable.

But I’d promised my mother I’d go see them. Had already canceled once to stay in the Hamptons and keep an eye on the beautiful woman in my arms. Now I had to go.

Had to keep my fucking word, even when it ripped me in two.

She tilted her head, lips brushing my jaw. “Why?”

“Because he’s the only bastard I trust to keep you safe.”

I sat up, back pressed to the headboard, one hand sliding under her ass, dragging her closer until her whole body was flush against me again. Her hands rested on my shoulders. Her face dropped into the crook of my neck.

“And his place is a fucking fortress,” I said lowly. “Steel gates, armed guards, encrypted entry. No one would be able to hurt you in there.”

She shifted, positioning herself perfectly so my cock slid between her folds. She ground down against the length of it, slow and filthy, moaning under her breath as I grabbed her ass tighter, fingers digging into the flesh. Then she leaned back just enough, her tits in my face.

I caught one nipple in my mouth and sucked on it hard, my tongue dragging over it as she gasped, her hips rolling against me with more heat, more need.

“What if I’m gone when you get back, Théo?” she asked, her voice just a breath.

I pulled off her nipple with a loud, wet pop.

“If you’re gone when I get back, Scarlett?…

” My hand gripped her hair, dragging her mouth back to mine.

“I’ll find the bastard hiding you, slit his fucking throat, and bend you over his corpse.

I’ll fuck you with his blood still warm on my hands, and I won’t stop until the only thing left in your head is me. Just me.”

“You’re insane,” she said, before she dragged her tongue over my lips.

She loved doing that. Like she got off on tasting the madness she kept awakening in me. And fuck me, I let her. Every fucking time.

“ Fou de toi, Scarlett. ”

My mouth crushed hers. Her arms wrapped tightly around my shoulders, and I didn’t fucking hesitate.

I grabbed my cock, thick and already aching, and lifted her by the waist, dragging her down onto it hard.

She winced, head tipping back, a shaky moan spilling from her lips.

I caught her nipple with my tongue, then sucked it into my mouth.

“Ah, fuck, Théo?…?it hurts.”

My grip on her waist tightened. “ Merde , beauté . You sore?”

She nodded against my mouth. “A bit,” she breathed, still sliding down my full length with a broken gasp. Her chest rose quickly, sweat beading at her collarbone. “You’re gonna cut me in half, I swear.”

I groaned, gripping her ass tighter in my hands. “Sorry, baby?…?but fuck, look at how perfectly it fits in you.”

She whimpered as she started to grind slowly against my pelvis, letting herself adjust, inch by inch. Her pussy squeezed me tight, and I groaned through gritted teeth.

I massaged her ass, dragging her hips in deeper. “You take it so fucking well, Scarlett.”

Her eyes met mine, heavy lidded and drowning in lust, but something softer flickered beneath it.

“You can go, soldier,” she murmured, her voice barely more than a breath. “But promise me one thing.”

I stilled, hands now gripping her waist, my cock buried deep inside her. “Anything for you, Miss Harper.”

She swallowed, throat tight, and her hands rose to cradle my face, trembling slightly. “Promise you’ll come back to me.”

Everything in me locked up.

Her eyes were filled with fear . The weakness she never showed anyone else. The part she hid from cameras and crowds. And she was giving it to me.

She was scared I would abandon her.

If only she knew I’d been watching her for three years. Never letting myself drift too far. Always close enough to step in. Close enough to burn.

She had no idea how many times I’d protected her. How many nights I’d saved her life.

She didn’t know how often I’d carried her home when she was too fucked up to walk.

How many times I’d wiped her lips, brushed the hair from her face, tucked her in and watched her sleep just long enough to make sure she kept breathing.

She never saw the cameras I’d disabled, the pills I’d flushed, the men I’d killed.

I should be grateful every bodyguard before me had been a useless fuck. Their failures had left cracks, and I’d slid through them like I was made for it.

She thought I’d just showed up one day and stayed, but I had always been there, watching her. I had killed countless people who had dared to try to hurt her. Paparazzi, stalkers, exes. No bodies. Had braided her hair in her sleep countless times, because I knew she liked it that way.

Scarlett Harper had been mine for three years, and I would never let her go.

I leaned in and kissed her, like I could carve the vow into her mouth.

“I promise, Scarlett.”

Then I grabbed her by the waist, flipped her onto her back, and drove into her hard, fucking her missionary. I needed her close. I needed her to feel everything I couldn’t say out loud.

Je suis amoureux de toi, Scarlett.

Her tits bounced against my chest with every thrust. Her nails raked down my back. Her pussy clenched so tight I nearly lost it.

We didn’t look away. Our mouths stayed locked, gasping into each other. I fucked her like I needed to burn myself into her.

She didn’t know this was the last time. Neither did I.

In the morning, I’d kiss her goodbye and walk out the door. Board my flight like I’d be back in two days. I would still smell her on my skin when I buckled into my seat.

And by the time the plane took off, I would already feel hollow.

I didn’t know then that I wouldn’t really see Scarlett Harper again for a whole fucking year.

And she’d have no idea what it would turn me into.