Page 76 of Taint My Soul

“He doesn’t want me, Syn.” I utter bitterly.

“First, fool. He just told you which part of the building he is staying in. Second, that’s because you’re an asshole.”

I frown at him.

“Go to him, Saint.”

I glance up at the building and stride toward the entrance, taking the elevator to the next floor.

Second door by the left, right?

I knock and hear footsteps drawing closer. The lock clicks as the door slides open. Mason clenches his jaw and slams the door on my face, but I slip my leg in, stopping him.

“You’re not going to invite me in.”

“No.”

I wince, and his eyes meet mine instantly. There’s a softness in his eyes, and damn, I’ll gladly stand here and stare at him all night.

“Go home, Saint.”

“I can’t, Mason.” I shake my head. “Let me in, little devil.”

He steps aside and I slip into the apartment. I scan through the space and smile. “Decent.”

“Tell me what you want and be on your way.”

I face him, holding his gaze. Heat uncoils in my stomach and spreads through my veins. I step closer and the rhythm of his breathing changes. I take his hand and caress tenderly.

“I want you to kiss me.”

He looks at me, lips slightly parted in fury.

I deserve this.

I hurt him. I’ve hurt him so many times, and I deserve all his anger.

I go on my knees, skeptical about the decision as he stares at me with shock in his eyes. “Saint, what are you doing?” He tries to step back, but my hand circles his waist to keep him close.

“Apologizing.” I look up at him and inhale sharply.

“You can’t kneel for me. Get up. Please.”

“I’ll do whatever you want, and I’m not getting up until you accept my apology.”

His face contorts with frustration. He closes the gap between us and pulls me up to my feet. His eyes scan my face. Our chests collide together. He’s not stepping back. I’m not. I don’t want to.

A restrained breath rattles in my lungs. I tap my feet against the floor, hopelessly waiting for him to close the gap between our lips.

I search his eyes, waiting for a moment of doubt. Waiting for him to walk away. And God, my heart aches at the idea of him walking away from me.

“Kiss me because you want to, not because I want you to.”

“We are only going to kiss.” He points out.

“Just a kiss.” Not even a single breath after those words leave me, and he closes the gap between us ferociously. The moment his lips touch mine, I’m in heaven. My fingers snake up to his face as I hold him. His fingers circle my waist, and he pulls me closer.

I shouldn’t be giving myself to him, but here I am.