Page 60 of The Sinner’s Desire (The Sinner’s Touch #1)

When I leave, the guards are waiting for me in the hospital hallway.

God, it must be incredibly boring to guard someone all day.

As soon as I get into the back of the car, Ethan calls.

I was bracing for a storm. I thought he’d lose it after what happened yesterday and go straight after Amos.

My brother tends to be explosive when things spiral out of his control.

So I’m surprised—and a little suspicious—when he speaks in a measured tone.

I ask about Ramon, and he gives me a summary of the events without going into detail. Then he mentions that Nora wants a divorce, which doesn’t surprise me in the least. The only thing that matters to our mother is how she looks to society.

He also explains that my name and Theo’s won’t appear in the news.

That’s what my brother does—he fixes problems.

I get the feeling his mind is always racing and he’ll never be able to relax.

The only hint he gives that the incident has worried him is when he insists I shouldn’t go out without the bodyguards—not that I would, anyway, since I’ve already promised Amos.

Amos.

He hasn’t called or texted since that first message we exchanged this morning.

I even wonder if his silence has something to do with my brother’s return—if somehow Ethan intervened again and asked him to back off, but I can’t be sure.

Either way, if I don’t hear from him again, I’ll call him tonight.

Right now, I need to focus on the little boy waiting for me.

I don’t want Bruno to know what happened. It would only make him feel more insecure.

Even before yesterday’s incident, Amos had told me he’d stationed men at the clinic to watch over him. Bruno is living proof against the organization, and I’m sure they wouldn’t hesitate to hurt him to cover their crimes.

So I’m not surprised when I see two more men standing at the entrance to the building. Once I pass the front desk, there are three more in the hallway, near the child’s room. For the first time, I truly grasp the scale of what we’re dealing with.

Trying to set my worries aside and focus on the beautiful, fragile boy I’m about to see, I put on my brightest smile and get ready to give him a few happy hours.

Three hours later, back at my building and still with no word from Amos, I jump when I open the door and find him in the apartment.

His face is more serious than usual, but I assume it’s because of everything that’s happened.

I walk over to him and wrap my arms around him, smiling, trying to ease his tension. “I thought you’d given up on me. I missed you so much.”

He doesn’t say anything but hugs me back, holding me tight against his body like he’ll never let me go.

“Amos?”

“Don’t say anything. Let me have you. Tell me you want this, Lilly.”

“I always want you, love. I told you once—I’ll never say no to you. I’m yours.”

I’m used to his urgency. It thrills me because it shows just how much he wants me. But this time, he doesn’t even take me to the bedroom; he starts undressing me right there in the living room.

I give myself over to his hands because I trust him. I know he won’t hurt me, even if the way he undresses me feels almost rough, as though he’s on the verge of losing control.

He lifts me in his arms and carries me to the couch, taking a step back to look at me.

I don’t feel shy anymore, because when Amos looks at me, it’s like I’m precious—sacred.

“I need to touch all of you, and I don’t know where to start. I want to be inside you over and over again. I won’t stop. I’ll never stop, Lilly.”

Something tightens in my chest, a sense of foreboding, but I push it away.

He’s probably still in shock from everything that’s happened. Even I haven’t fully processed that nightmare yet.

I stand, naked, and go to him. I start to undress him as he did with me. His hands never leave my body—stroking my back, my ass, my belly, my breasts. He teases between my thighs until I’m breathless and can’t remember my own name.

“You’re the sweetest temptation, Lillyana. And I can’t wait any longer.” His voice is low and needy.

“What, love? What do you need?”

“To be inside you.”

“I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Your words are like a blanket, warming my frozen heart.”

“They’re true. Can you say the same, Amos? Can you promise you won’t leave me?” I can’t explain why I asked that. Maybe because, despite our physical closeness, he feels distant.

“There’s nowhere else for me but with you, Lilly. Never has been,” he says, kissing my lips softly. “Never will be.”

He lifts me into his lap and sits on the couch.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” I ask.

“I can’t stay long, but I couldn’t leave without seeing you.”

“Leave?”

“Shhh . . . No talking. I want you to give yourself to me, no questions, no promises.”

I’m terrified now, because half of him seems to be pulling away, and this feels so much like a goodbye.

I push the fear away and decide to leap into our abyss, because despite the terror of falling, he’s worth it.

“I want you. Take me.”

His thick fingers stroke my sex, testing me, his eyes never leaving mine.

Like always, the size difference between us drives me nearly insane with need.

“Please,” I beg.

“So impatient,” he murmurs, rolling one of my nipples between his fingers. “Are you wet for me, love?” His thumb brushes over my clit while his other hand torments my breast.

“Please,” I beg again, all pride forgotten.

He watches every reaction, and to tease him, I rise slightly in his lap, lining myself up with the head of his cock and rocking gently.

“You’re delicious. Every part of you drives me wild. Your pussy, your tits, your ass, your mouth,” he growls as I melt in his arms. “I’m going to taste you every day.”

Amos is raw—but I love his roughness. His words make me fall even deeper for him.

“I want that. No matter where we are—whenever you say the word, I’ll give you everything.”

“Because you’re mine,” he finishes, daring me to contradict him.

“I am.” I don’t hesitate. “Only yours. No one else’s. Show me what it means to be your woman.”

His beautiful cat eyes lock onto mine. “I don’t deserve you,” he says, almost to himself.

“Don’t say that.”

“Why not? It’s the truth.”

“Don’t ever say that again. I’m not a prize or a saint. I’m flesh and blood—flawed, just like anyone else. Don’t put me on a pedestal. That’s not where I want to be. I want to be in your arms, in your life.”

He shifts me, laying me down on the couch, his huge body hovering over me, finally free of the guilt he’s been carrying.

He looks into my eyes as he enters me, then down to where our bodies are joined. I follow his gaze, like a reverent disciple. I can’t imagine anything more erotic than him claiming my body. His powerful thighs barely fit between mine.

He moves just a few inches, giving me a taste of what’s coming, and I lift my hips, trying to take more of him in.

He breathes deeply and thrusts. “Baby, I have no control when it comes to you. I don’t want to hurt you. I feel like I’m going insane.”

I rock my hips harder, urging him to take me fully. “I’m not afraid. You’d never hurt me.”

“Lilly . . .” My name leaves his lips like a prayer—and after one more kiss, he possesses me in a frenzy of lust.

Finally, I see his control shatter. With a deep growl, he dominates me completely.

“Look at us,” he commands.

There’s not an inch of him that isn’t buried inside me—and the sight of our union steals my breath.

“Do you know what this means?”

I can’t answer—emotion chokes me. But if I could speak, I’d say: that I belong to you and there will never be another.

Amos takes me in long, brutal strokes, thrusting deep. “Lilly,” he repeats again and again, driving into me. “My Lilly. My woman.”

The movement of our bodies, combined with his possessive words, sends me over the edge. I meet him eagerly, trying to fuse us together—seeking a kind of intimacy I now know he’s never allowed himself before me.

Sensing that despite his greater age and experience, he needs reassurance even more than I do right now, I repeat with every thrust, “I love you. I’ll always love you, Amos. I’m yours. And you’re mine, too.”