Tainted Bastard (Tainted Knights 4)

“Fuck off,” Sin growled menacingly at him.

“Jesus, man. Relax. Just making conversation. Fuck.”

“Yeah, Sin. It’s not his fault you’re such a manwhore,” I snapped at him.

“Ro, I swear to God, if you don’t stop, I’m going to spank your beautiful ass.” The elevator doors opened, and he urged me inside, but when the other guys tried to follow us, he stepped in their way. “Take the next ones, douchebags,” he told them, stabbing the button for his floor.

“Fucking asshole,” I heard one of them grumble as the doors shut in their faces.

I moved to the back of the elevator, leaning against it and looking anywhere but at the man seething in front of the doors. It stopped three more times, but every time someone tried to get on, Sin growled at them to fuck off and take the next one.

I would never admit it, but I was actually glad he didn’t let anyone else ride with us. I didn’t want eyes on me, didn’t want them to witness just how torn up I was and unable to hide any of it from prying eyes. Whether he understood that or not, I didn’t know, but I was still thankful for it.

When the elevator finally stopped on his floor, he caught hold of my hand and pulled me toward his front door. I dug in my heels, practically making him drag me. Shooting me a lifted brow over his shoulder, he threatened, “Walk, or I’ll carry you.”

“Asshole,” I muttered, but I picked up my feet.

Inside, he flipped on the lights in the living room and walked me over to the couch. I sat, and he pulled the coffee table over so he could sit in front of me, his knees trapping me in place. But if I expected him to jump right into whatever argument he was going to make, I was wrong.

He sat there, gazing at me for a long moment, as if he didn’t know what to say.

I lowered my lashes, blocking him out, refusing to let him see just how upset I still was. “I want to go home, Sin.”

Biting back a curse, he took my hands in both of his, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on my wrists. “I’m sorry. I wanted to have fun with you tonight, but that chick ruined it.”

“Do you even know her name?”

“Nope. Didn’t care enough to learn it. It was just sex, Ro.”

That didn’t make me feel any better. I jerked my hands away and pushed aside the hair that fell into my face, fighting back tears of frustration and hurt.

“It was just a drunken hookup, baby. She didn’t mean anything to me. None of them ever have.”

“Then what’s this between you and me?” I asked in a choked voice. “Because I can’t give you that, Sin. Not now, maybe not ever.”

“You are so much more than a meaningless hookup, and you know it.” He leaned forward, cupping my jaw in one hand. “I care about you. The sex part doesn’t matter. We can take that one day at a time. I’ll wait a hundred years if that’s what it takes.”

“And cheat on me to get it because you’ll get tired of waiting.”

“Fuck no. If you’re mine, then I’m only yours. I won’t cheat on you, Roanna.” His eyes turned pleading. “Just give me a chance to prove that to you.”

“I don’t know if I can,” I told him honestly.

“Why not?” he asked frustratedly, dropping his hand.

“Because if I hurt this bad now, when I don’t even have a right to be upset or hurt, then it would probably destroy me if you cheat on me later on down the road,” I confessed.

“I’m not going to hurt you, sweet girl.”

A tear snuck out of my eye, spilling down my cheek without my permission. “You don’t know that. You talk a good game, Sin, but I’m well aware of just how often you hook up. Almost every Friday, you leave the gym with some brunette. And that’s your right, I know that. But fuck, it’s agony to see you with them.”

He grasped my waist, lifting me and sliding into the spot where I was just sitting. Turning me on his lap, he stared up into my eyes. “I’m done arguing about this. I know I’m not going to cheat on you, and I’m going to prove that to you. You don’t have to give me a chance, Ro, because I’m going to take it.”

“No, you’re not—” I started to argue, but he pulled my head down, his lips meeting mine in a hungry kiss.

I tried to resist, tried to sit there and remain statue-still. But fuck, his lips felt so good. Less than ten seconds later and I was giving in, kissing him back.

Between us, his cock flexed against my core. It felt so good, I couldn’t fight back a whimper, and I instinctively pushed down against him, grinding myself against his hardness.