Page 14 of Stained In Sin (The Twisted Trilogy #1)

Dante

I head t owards my home office, leaving Evelyn alone with her thoughts.

God, she is so fucking perfect. The way she let herself go was fucking beautiful.

I don’t think I have ever come so fast in my life, and I have had lots of women suck my dick.

Evelyn was by far the best. Inexperienced for sure, but by far the best. The way her make-up ran down her cheeks as she swallowed me will haunt my dreams. I need more, but it has to wait.

My dad sent me a text earlier saying to call him, so I make a quick call and then I am off to watch my little princess sleep. In person. I’ve waited for this day for months, and I will make sure I see it through.

My dad answers in a few short rings.

“Hey, son, got a job for ya.”

You have to be fucking kidding me. A job now? Why the fuck would my dad send me out on a job when he knows I’ve got a deadline to meet. He doesn’t care about anyone but himself. I guess I got that quality from him.

“When do I start?”

“Tomorrow,” he states dryly.

“Where?”

“Meet me at the jet, we’ll be flying to Texas for this one. I sent you the details already.” The line goes dead.

I open my email to review the file to get the remaining job details. Fuck him.

I swear to god my dad will do anything to make sure I end up with that stupid whore. He knows that I have been successful recently, given that I have been less of an asshole since Evelyn let me taste her in the woods. He needs to know that I won’t marry Lacey. Fuck her.

A couple of months ago, I thought I would find anyone else to fulfill the role, but now I fear there is only one woman who could satisfy me— Evelyn.

If I have to pick a wife, she will be the one to do it: her gorgeous body and her hesitant behavior.

I head downstairs to the gym to clear my head.

* * *

I finish my workout and hop into the shower.

I placed my head against the tile and let the water wash down my body.

Two weeks. That’s how long he said the job will take.

We have to locate seven men and have them dead.

Doesn’t matter how; they just need to be dead, except for one.

He wants one to be brought back for questioning.

I know who the lucky bastard will be. Bastian Cross.

That motherfucker can be tortured for years for all I care.

What I do care about is the fact that I will have to leave Evelyn for two weeks.

I don’t know when I started being this fucking psychotic, but I can’t control myself.

I am willing to bend the knee for her, even to the point of killing for her.

Something I haven’t done since my mother and sister passed away.

It’s a shame I was too fucking late for them, but I’ll be damned if I am too late for Evelyn.

I need to keep her safe. Hidden. Once word gets out that I have staked a real claim on her, she will be used against me.

That’s what men do. They identify your weaknesses and exploit them against you.

I always told myself that I would never let a woman be my weakness, but here we are. I will do anything to have her. I pull myself from my obsessive thoughts and turn off the water.

I step out of the shower and dry myself off, peering at her through the doorway. I quickly grab my phone and send a text to one of my security guards to pick up some clothes for Evelyn from her house and deliver them before morning. I don’t want her to have to wear dirty clothes home tomorrow.

I crawl into bed next to Evelyn. She curls up next to me, still sound asleep. I close my eyes and let the scent of coconuts consume me. She’s so intoxicating. I smile to myself as I let the darkness consume me yet again.

* * *

“Good morning,” I greet Evelyn as she emerges onto the main floor.

“Good morning.. How did you get my clothes here?”

“I know a guy.” I wink at her, and she rolls her eyes at me, letting out an annoyed sigh.

“You had someone break into my house?”

“I have a key.” She glares at me as if that is the worst thing I have ever done. She doesn’t know the half of it.

“So what are we doing today?” Her tone is cheery, as if she has finally given up on being mad at me. This is going to fucking suck. I should enjoy her good mood while it lasts, but I know it won’t. So I get straight to the point.

“I have some things I need to do. I’ll be dropping you off at your house soon.”

Her smile falls, and she looks at the ground in front of her.

“Hey, it’s nothing personal. I’m just a busy man.” A vague answer is all I can offer. I wish I could tell her more.

She signs and nods as she goes to scoop her bag off the island.

“We can just go now.”

I nod to her, not missing the attitude in her voice.

We head down to the garage, and I place her bag in the space behind us. She buckles herself in and we begin driving. The silence lingers as we drive through the windy mountains. I keep one hand resting on her thigh as she stares out the window.

“If you wanted me to leave, you could have just said that,” she says softly.

“I didn’t want you to leave.”

“You seemed like you did.”

“I would tell you if I wanted you to leave. Besides, no one else has ever been inside my house besides Lucien.”

She looks shocked.

“Really?”

“Yes, really. I don’t know if you knew this, but I’m a private person.”

“You don’t say…” She turns to look out the window again.

“Did you enjoy yourself last night?”

She whips her head back toward me as if I had asked a forbidden question.

“Maybe… Did you?”

I smile widely. She did.

“Fuck, yeah.” She tries to hide the smile creeping its way across her lips. I give her thigh a gentle squeeze.

“I expect to do it again soon.”

She blushes at my honesty. To be honest I would like to do it right fucking now.

“Well.. I’m a busy woman. So, we’ll have to see.” She winks at me and gives me a playful smile. My hand clenches around the wheel at the thought.

Before we know it, we are pulling up to her circular driveway. I step out of the car, rounding the front to escort her out. I carry her bag for her as we stroll to her front door. I give her a single kiss on her cheek. I lean into her ear, letting my lips graze the bottom.

“I’ll be watching you,” I whisper as I nip the bottom of her ear.

She pushes my chest playfully and turns to her door. I descend the stairs, heading back to my car.

“Wait!”

I turn to look back at her. Standing in front of the door where I left her.

“Can we have dinner this week?”

I nod. “Of course, princess.” I flash her a wink, and she beams a smile at me. Fuck. I’m screwed. I get in my car knowing damn well that I’ll be MIA for two weeks, but that hasn’t stopped me before. She will still want me when I return.