Page 34 of Stained In Sin (The Twisted Trilogy #1)

Dante

I dropped off Evelyn at my house an hour ago. She was pretty fucking nosy about Amara’s death. She needs to stop asking questions, or the wrong person will fucking kill her.

My father sent me a text earlier saying I have another job. I’ve already taken a hit from that two-week contract, and now I have only a few short months to make Evelyn marry me. I know my ultimatum was a cop out. The time period remains in place.

I know deep down she is still holding onto some of her precious morals, even if she acts like she is mine— I know she still seeks her parents’ approval, which is precisely why I am on my way to their house.

I pull up to the front of Evelyn’s home, and I am greeted by the unpleasant sight of Sergio, their uptight butler. I put my car in park and hop out, making my way to the door.

“Afternoon, Sergio, Mr. I just can’t let her have anyone else.

“You have my word.”

He nods, and his wife joins his side, and they walk back into the house. Now I have to talk to my father about this stupid fucking job.

* * *

The smell of bleach stings my nostrils. We usually meet at his house, but he was at the compound to interrogate Bastian, so I met him here.

Bastian has been holed up in a cell since I captured him in Texas. He’s lucky I didn’t kill him on the spot.

I sit in the office, watching my father grab a file from his desk before throwing it down on the desk between us. I open the file, skimming the material.

“These the guys that were connected to Bastian?”

He nods, plopping down into his chair.

“I’ll get it done.”

I close the file and stand to walk out.

“Son. We need to talk.”

I clench my fists and turn around, meeting his expressionless stare. I don’t say anything. There is nothing to fucking say.

“What’s so special about the whore anyways?”

My vision goes red. My jaw clenches with rage.

“She’s not a fucking whore,” I say through gritted teeth.

He chuckles. I’m going to fucking snap.

“She is. They all are.”

He picks up a cigar and lights it. Smoke swarms around me, tightening around my neck like a noose. I need to leave before I put a bullet in his head.

I turn and storm out.

My father shouts behind me, “You’re weak boy. Fucking weak.”

I don’t look back. If I go back, I’ll kill him. I’m not fucking weak. I found a purpose in my life. One that I will protect from everyone— including my fucking father.

I need to see her. I get in my car and put on “We Love You” by Avenged Sevenfold, as I speed to my house. My princess is waiting for me.

* * *

Evelyn lies on the sofa watching her reality TV. I could get used to seeing her like this. She looks so fucking perfect.

“Miss me?”

I approach her, and a gentle smile paints her lips. I lean down to kiss her plump lips. I bite on her bottom lip, and she squeals. I chuckle as I pull away from her.

“I talked to your parents today.”

Her face pales.

“W-what did you do…”

Her voice is soft and delicate.

“I told them that I wanted their blessing to be with their daughter.”

Her eyebrows dart up as her jaw drops.

“What did they say?”

“They will come around.”

Her expression softens, and she wraps her arms around my neck. Her warmth is all I’ll ever fucking need. She lights the flame that died in me years ago. She is the light to my darkness.

“What do you want for dinner?”

I take the delicate skin of her neck between my teeth and softly bite. She giggles.

“Ummm, maybe pizza?

“Pizza it is.” My raspy voice trails over her sensitive flesh.

I peel myself away from her and go to order pizza. I’ve never ordered pizza to my house before, but I’ll do anything for her. She’s mine.

* * *

The pizza was pretty fucking good. I have to admit, I should do that more often. I stand in the bathroom, smiling to myself at how I’ve managed to fix her slowly.

I wanted to ruin her, break her, destroy her— but now I want to see nothing in her eyes except fire.

I want her to be my light. So, I had to undo some of the fucking damage that I had done.

First, I had to make things right with Astra, even though she hates my existence.

Then, I had to fix things with her parents.

The last thing I have to do is make her marry me.

Steam begins to fill the room, and I strip, stepping into the scalding water. It’s where my head is the most clear. I let the water cascade over my face and down my body.

I wipe the water from my eyes and see my little princess undressing outside the shower.

Her curves are begging for my grip. She slides her sweat pants and panties down to her ankles, giving me a clear view of her beautiful pussy.

She steps out of them carefully and reaches for the hem of her sweatshirt.

As she glides the material over her head, her breasts spring free.

Fuck. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I love it when she does that.

I feel the blood rush to the head of my cock. My breathing is calm and collected, as I continue to watch her. She steps up to the vanity and begins brushing her deep brown, lustrous locks. She looks like a goddess.

She turns to approach the shower, her eyes trailing down my body.

I feel my skin light up from the heat of her gaze.

She stops her attention on my erection. Her bottom lip tucks between her teeth as her chest rises and falls deeply.

She takes a step in, and I find myself unable to control myself. I need to feel her.

I grip her throat and press her up against the cool tile. Her eyes flick to min e, and I stare into the forest before me, drowning in passion.

I crash my mouth to hers as I kiss her relentlessly. Our tongues tangle, her hands exploring my chest. She slides her hand down and takes a firm grip around my length. Pumping slowly and sensually. I let out a soft groan. I grab her wrists with my free hand and pin them above her head.

I slide my body flush to hers and use my thigh to spread her legs. She starts grinding on my leg as she kisses me passionately. I bite her bottom lip, and the metallic taste fills my mouth. She lets out a whimper.

I feel her arousal coating my leg. I break the kiss and rest my forehead against hers. Our breathing is heavy and erratic, but our eyes remain locked.

“Do you want to be my good girl?”

She nods eagerly.

Without warning, I spin her around and take her to the ground of the shower. I pin her hands behind her back, as I press my knee into her, keeping her in place. I lower my head down to her neck.

“I want you to beg me to fuck you.”

“P-please,” She moans out.

“Please what,” I ask as I bite the sensitive flesh on the side of her neck.

“Please, fuck me, Dante.”

“Fuck, baby.” I keep her hands pinned as I spread her legs open. I grab underneath her hips to bring her onto her knees, holding her face flush with the tile. The water cascades over her body like a beautiful stream.

I slap her ass with my free hand as I tighten my grip on her wrists. She lets out a moan. I slide my hand up her pussy, removing her wetness.

I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck.

“So fucking sweet.”

I line myself up and grip her hip as I slam into her, reaching her hilt. She arches her back further and lets out a loud and erotic moan. I don’t go easy on her. I need to feel her, all of her.

I release her hands and grip both of her hips, pounding into her, letting the sound echo around us. I feel my cock swelling as I go deeper.

“Fuck baby, tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Dante.”

Her words send me over the edge as I spill into her. I pull out and slide my tongue up her folds, all the way up to her spine.

“Fucking perfect.” I slap her ass and help her to her feet. We stand beneath the cascading water, basking in the euphoria of our release. She stares up at me in a drunken haze. I trace the markings on her beautiful skin. Fucking mine.

I pull her into me, and she melts into my chest. I kiss the top of her head and give her a tight, possessive embrace. I may not love her, but I don’t ever want to let her go. She holds a power over me that no one ever has, not even my own father.