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I reach for my jeans, fish out a foil packet from my wallet, and make light work of getting it on my waiting dick. She watches my every move, sliding her tongue over her lips.

I pull her to me, her body so warm and perfect I want to be as close as possible.

“I enjoyed my spanking very much,” she sasses. “So, is this my new punishment?”

“No,” I grit, cupping her face. “This is.” And then I kiss her.

She stills at first, like a statue. Her lips are warm, soft, and sweet. I can hardly believe with the crap that comes out of this mouth, she could be so tender, but that’s Sapphire for you.

She’s all tough and mean on the exterior, but deep down, she has a side begging to be loved. We both know what a shitty childhood she had—what they both had—but she’s overcome all of that. Her and Reaper’s dad was a drunk, and a mean one at that. Still, they both turned out okay in the grand scheme of things. Sapphire always said she got her sass from her mom, who died when she was little. I’ve had my own ups and downs with my mom and rehab. I get how the story goes.

When she kisses me back, it’s a whole new world. Her lips part, and my tongue slides in, jolting me into a realm I’ve no idea whether I’m worthy enough to be part of. She’s more amazing than anyone I know, and yet, all these years we’ve bickered and fought, when we could’ve been doing this.

Done.

That’s me. I’m fucking done.

“Mine,” I growl when we pull apart.

She blinks, looking up at me. “What did you just say?”

I press my forehead to hers. “You heard right.”

“Don’t ruin it. It’s just sex,” she whispers, but even I can tell when her voice falters.

I shake my head. “No. It isn’t, and you know it.”

“Inside me,” she whispers against my lips. “Now.”

CHAPTER 5

SAPPHIRE

This man confounds me.

One minute, I have his dick in my mouth. The next, he’s got his tongue down my throat. I can’t get enough. I kissed him back.

I have abandonment issues from a long time ago so getting caught and tied down has never been on my radar. Until now. Sure, I’ve fantasized about how life would look with a man like Sin, but I never thought it would ever happen. That’s why it’s a fantasy. But hearing him say that I am his, that this is a thing? I’m conflicted.

Then there’s that mouth of his. Completely sinful, which is ironic when you think about it.

“Sapphire,” he mumbles at my dirty words.

“What are you waiting for, Mr. Big Shot?”

He cups my pussy, then pushes me onto the bed, crawling over me as he spreads my legs. “Not gonna go slow on you.”

“I’d be disappointed if you did.”

“Mean it.”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

He rolls his hips, sliding his giant cock through my heat as my eyes flutter closed. The friction is all-consuming.

“Don’t tease,” I whisper.

He ignores me, doing it again, and I’m about to lose my mind. He reaches between us and taps my clit with his tip. I almost lift off the bed entirely. It’s like he’s holding back, purposely driving me insane. I’m about to protest when he slides through me again, nudging my clit, and I don’t want him to stop. Sin rubs me until I’m crying out, my orgasm hitting like a damn freight train.