Sinfully Yours, Sir (Doms of Decadence 4)

Including facing his past.

When they were ten minutes from Rogan’s place, Dylan ran his hand up and down Tilly’s thigh, squeezing lightly. She stirred, sighing. Despite the eventful night and his stress over returning to San Antonio, he still wanted her.

“Babe, wake up.”

“Tired,” she mumbled.

“I know. But soon you can sleep in a bed. You need to wake up now.”

Her eyelids fluttered and she stretched. Her full breasts pressed against her t-shirt and he had to force his gaze back to the road. Was it healthy to have a near-constant erection?

“Are we in San Antonio already? Sorry I fell asleep. I should have offered to drive some of the way.”

“It’s not a long drive and you were tired.”

“You must be tired too,” she said with concern.

“I’m used to going long hours without sleep.” He pulled up to the address that Rogan had given him.

There were only a few lights on so he couldn’t tell much about the house other than it appeared to be large.

“Where are we?” Tilly asked.

“A friend’s house.” He undid their belts.

She nibbled on her lip. “Shouldn’t we be out looking for Miller?”

He shook his head. “We can’t just go on a fishing expedition. Not unless we want to end up in a world of trouble. Rogan is an old friend and he has connections that could help us.”

“I don’t want anyone to get hurt.”

“Don’t worry; he can take care of himself. I want you to remember that no matter what he will not hurt you.”

“Why would I think he would hurt me?”

“Rogan can be… intimidating.”

“Are you sure we need his help?” she asked with some alarm “We can find another way.”

He kissed the top of her head. “I grew up with Rogan. He was like a br

other to me.”

“Was? You’re not close anymore?”

“No. I haven’t seen him in a long time. I haven’t been back to San Antonio in fifteen years. Sometimes it’s hard to go home.”

“You don’t need to tell me.”

As Tilly climbed up the stairs beside Dylan, a shiver of apprehension ran down her spine. This place was intimidating and it didn’t help that Dylan was acting a bit odd. He was hiding something.

The door opened as they approached and a huge man stood in the doorway. As they got closer, she realized he was at least half a head taller than Dylan. She gulped as he stepped aside and nodded them in. Dylan placed his arm around Tilly’s waist and steered her through the house, following the big, silent man.

“Wait here,” the guy rumbled after he’d led them into a large sitting room. He had a slight accent. Scottish, maybe? “The boss is on the phone.”

The man left, shutting the door behind him. She looked over at Dylan nervously.

He smiled reassuringly. “It’s all right. Don’t look so scared.”