Page 120 of Sins and Virtue

My hands nearly dropped to her side when she said the most devastatingly beautiful words I’ve ever heard. “I came… foryou. Forus.”

“What?”

“Do I really have to repeat myself?”

“I’d prefer if you did.”

She released a sigh, her eyes breaking away to the other incoming passengers before returning to mine. “I came here for you. For us.”

“Why?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“No. You had made your decision to stay for your son, which is understandable, but now you’re here. So why now?”

“To give us a chance.”

“Why after everything?”

“Because… it felt wrong to stay.”

That answer wasn’t satisfying in the least. It was almost a cop-out to not admit her true intentions. Yet if she was willing to sacrifice everything, then she should admit it.

“You were never one to confine, but if you wanted to leave, you didn’t need me. You had your mind made up long ago, kotyonok.”

“Gosh, you're really stubborn. Do you want me to profess my love or something?”

“Yes.”

A scoff fell from her lips as she shook her head. “You’re impossible, you know that.” But she couldn’t resist smiling. “And that’s the same reason I’m in love with you. All the sane and insane parts of you. Because it’s always been you, Kon. You were the missing factor I needed to feel alive again. Not the church. Not the convent.You.”

I ran my tongue across the edge of my teeth as a smirk fit on my lips.

“Well, you and Dya. I need you both.” She whispered meekly, redness rising to the top of her cheeks.

The way she just proclaimed her love makes me want to burn in her for hell while marking her and spraying her all over with my cum.

I couldn’t agree more.

“What’s he saying?” Her now green hazel eyes lit up with curiosity.

“You’ll find out later when we’re all alone.” I let out the rough whisper between us.

A squeal of excitement escaped her throat as she raised her hand to her neck to ease the embarrassment. She then slapped the center of my chest. “Shameless!”

“Oh, you want me to take you and ruin you in front of all these people?” I wrapped my hand around her waist, pulled her closeso she could feel my building erection and my increasing need for her.

“No! You wouldn’t.” Blair’s voice trailed with inklings of uncertainty, yet her gaze burned against me in a challenge. “You might be a depraved bastard, but you aren’t an exhibitionist.”

“Why not start now?”

“Oh, shut up!”

Now there was an idea.

Holding her still with one arm around her waist, dropping my bag to the floor, and my other hand buried in her hair, I kept her immovable as I crashed my lips into hers. Brutally. Selfishly. And all-consuming.

She was my breath of life. Through her, she was my reason for being, for living. My universe revolved around her. The sun, the moon, the Earth— she was all of it.