Sin comes up to hover above me so he can see my face. “I hope that was good for you.”
“The best ever.” I repeat the words he said to me the night he took my virginity.
“Good. I want it to always be the best.” He grins and grabs my hands to help me to a sitting position. “Can I kiss you?” I nod—not understanding why he thinks he’d need to ask. But then I understand his meaning when he brings his mouth to mine. Hmm … I’m not sure I’m crazy about that, but I suppose it’s tolerable considering the orgasm he gave me.
The song ends and another begins. This one I recognize. “You like Pearl Jam?”
“Aye.”
“Me too.” The song emanates an entirely different feeling.
“Sirens” plays as Sin’s hands glide up my thighs and bring them around his waist again. He’s moving back and forth, his erection rubbing against me. “The last thing you told me was no more condoms.”
“Mmm … hmm.”
“Is that still what you want?”
I grab his face and bring it to mine so we’re eye to eye. “That’s exactly how I want you.”
“I’ll never deny you of the things you want.” He situates himself at my entrance. “I’ve claimed you. That means it’s my job to give you everything you want.” He pulls my hips against him as he enters me. I put my arms up over his shoulders and press my body to his while moving with him.
Skin on skin. I’m not experienced but even I recognize the difference. It’s a more pleasurable feeling but it’s so much more than that. I feel a kind of connection I didn’t experience the other times. I gave a part of myself to Sinclair Breckenridge before. Now, he’s taking all of me.
He moves his fingers to where we become one and massages the sensitive spot above our connection. I press my forehead to his, holding on for dear life.
“Look at me, Bonny Bleu.” He slows his pace and our eyes are locked. “Into me … you see. Say it with me.”
“Into me … you see,” we repeat together. I have no idea what it means but I like the way it makes me feel to say it with him.
“I’m going to come.” His entire body tenses when he thrusts one last time. He’s deep inside me when I feel his body shudder. “Ohh … ”
When he’s finished, he presses his forehead to mine. We’re both grinning. “I hope that was good for you.”
“The best ever,” he says, laughing. He pulls out and sits in his chair, patting his leg. “Sit in my lap.”
I sit and put my arm over his shoulder. His hand is on my back, rubbing small circles into the muscle. “What was that?”
“A magnificent orgasm.”
“I mean the into me … you see thing.”
He leans his head back against the chair and caresses my cheek as he looks at me. “Intimacy means into me … you see.”
Oh, I see the association now.
“It’s the private and intimate part of the claiming. You say it during moments you feel closest to your partner.”
“Only during sex?”
“Doesn’t have to be. You can say it whenever you’re feeling especially connected.”
Saying those words together was profound. It felt comparable to allowing him into my heart. He breeched the walls of the fortress surrounding it, the one I built to keep everyone in my life at a safe distance.
But I don’t feel distance between us. It’s as though it never existed.
That isn’t part of the plan.
Chapter Fourteen
Sinclair Breckenridge
I barge into the conference room and find Dad and Abram already waiting for me. I don’t greet either because I’m not in the mood for pleasantries. I’m mad as hell. “Which one of you did it?”
I see the puzzled expression on my father’s face and know immediately who the culprit is.
“It was me,” Abram admits.
“What did you do?” Dad asks.
I’m not at all surprised to discover last night was Abram’s doing. I’m glad to learn my father wasn’t party to this. I’m not sure how I might have handled a stab in the back like that from him.
“Abram sent me out on Fellowship business last night. While I was away, he ordered Malcolm to come into my home and go after something that belongs to me.”
“Tell me my son’s mistaken.”
Abram ignores my father, as he often does. “Since when does the American belong to you?”
He is asking if I’ve claimed her but I purposely do not respond. “What you did can be considered a betrayal.”
“You should select your words very carefully, Sinclair.” He’s pointing his finger at me. “Betrayal is a strong accusation.”
“What would you have me call it?”
“Investigation. But since you’re the one bringing up disloyalty, what about your involvement with her? She’s an outsider. You don’t consider that a form of treachery to your brotherhood?”
I don’t acknowledge his allegation against me. “You sent Malcolm after Bleu. How can you call that investigation?”
Abram gets up from his chair. I know his tactics well. This is a maneuver intended to intimidate. It places him above me so he may talk down—but it won’t work. I will not concede. “A girl from who knows where inserts herself into our world. She sways her arse and you go completely stupid. Have you not considered that she’s been planted among us by our enemy?”
“Of course I have. I’m not a fool. I did my own private investigation the moment I knew she’d been hired by Leith. We ran her prints and found nothing. I did a sweep of her place and a web search. Everything pans out. She’s clean. I’ve looked from every angle.”
“What about the matter of her looking like Amanda Lawrence? That’s no coincidence.”
“Are you never going to be able to move beyond Bleu’s resemblance to her? Amanda Lawrence is DEAD! Her daughter is DEAD! You have to get over this fixation you have with them!” It’s madness.
“I’m telling you this is no coincidence. Someone handpicked her and she’s here to destroy us.”
“Bleu is one person, not an army or coalition. She doesn’t have the power to destroy us. If you’d stop for one damn second and think rationally about this, you’d realize you’re wrong about her.”
“I’m not mistaken.”