Page 96 of Where Sinners Repent

My body begins to grind over his until his hard length presses insistently against my core. Sliding my fingers into his hair, I grip the black strands.

He’s stiff beneath me, hands refusing to hold me back.

“Touch me, Kai,” I plead, hips writhing on top of him. “Please.”

He doesn’t, though. Why won’t he touch me? I bite down on his lip until a grunt falls from them.

“I can’t,” he murmurs.

A frustrated huff falls from me, but I don’t give up. Kissing him like I’m starved for him, because I am, I reach between us, gripping his massive erection. Involuntarily, he bucks into my hand, and I squeeze harder.

“I need you,” I breathe, working him through his pants, his heat and scent enveloping me.

“I can’t,” he grits out, louder this time.

“Yes, you can,” I growl back, hands fumbling with his zipper until his warm flesh lands in my palm.

He can’t deny wanting me. It’s right here, hard and swollen and aching.

I slide my palm up his length and back down, and he hisses through his teeth again, eyes darkening.

“Not without Kaleb,” he says, and his voice takes on a slightly panicked tone.

Fuck that.

Even though it’s near impossible from this angle, I maneuver my tights past my ass, until my wet pussy can grind on his length, coating him with my arousal. I’m lost in a haze of need, and I need him inside of me.

Need to feel him stretching me and taking me. Need to be as close to him as physically possible.

“Roxy.”

His voice breaks, but I don’t stop.

One flick of his hips and he could be buried deep inside me. I need it.

“Please,” I beg breathlessly.

With a sharp gasp, his hand is around my throat, and I’m being flipped onto my back on the couch. So fast and hard the wind knocks the wind from my lungs.

He stands, tucking himself into his pants, faster than I can draw in my next breath. “I can’t!” he hisses, eyes cold. My eyes glance at his hands, curling into fists. “It’s too dangerous.”

Disappointment has me glued to the couch as he turns his back and walks away, the front door slamming behind him a second later. I stare after him, letting every doubt creep its way into my head.

But fuck that.

Drawing in slow breath, I push myself to my feet and pull my clothes back into place, ignoring the needy throbs in my core.

I trust him. And that has to be enough.

Without thinking, I march up the stairs to his apartment. He’s probably not even there. But I won’t let him run away from me. Not after everything we just shared.

“Kai!” I yell, fist bashing against the door. “Open the fucking door!”

Not waiting for a response, I try the handle, and it slides open. I don’t need to search for long because they are both here.

My mouth opens in a scream when I see them. Kai is on his knees with his shirt off. Kaleb standing over him with a belt in his hand, cocked in the air and ready to strike.

“There she is,” Kaleb drawls, eyes narrowing on me as if I’m the one attacking his brother.