Owned by a Sinner (Sinners 2)

“You love me too much,” he gestures at Denise, “and so does she.”

Her head snaps to him. “I never said that.” She hurries out of the office, pulling the door shut behind her.

Will chuckles, “Only a matter of time.”

“Poor girl doesn’t stand a chance,” I agree as I take off my jacket and sit down behind my desk. “Pretty sure you have work to do.”

“Yeah-yeah.”

I pull the messages closer and get to work on them. The call with Mrs. Crowe takes longer than the others because the woman won’t stop talking about her new grandson. I listen patiently, giving the appropriate responses when needed.

Finally setting the phone down, I lean back in my chair, letting out a sigh.

I need to hire someone else to take over as CEO. This job will bore me into an early grave.

My personal phone starts to ring, and pulling it from my pocket, I see Viktor’s name flashing on the screen.

“Liam.”

“How did it go?” He pauses, then adds, “You’re still alive, so it had to be good.”

“Yeah, Finn and the Sicilians are no longer a problem.”

“Good.”

“Let me guess. You’ll let me know when and where to repay the favor.”

“You guessed right.”

“It’s a deal.” One I’ll never back out on.

Not long after talking to Viktor, the conference call starts. I’m staring at the ceiling, willing time to go faster as Mr. Jackson drones on and on about using cheaper concrete. The building site manager won’t back down, and I’m in the middle.

“Cheaper concrete means the building won’t last,” I mutter. “I don’t build shit, Mr. Jackson. Listen to Dwayne. The man knows what he’s talking about.”

“Yeah, but the money’s coming out of my pocket,” Mr. Jackson complains.

Then don’t build the fucking mall.

I check the time on my laptop. I’m impatient for this call to end.

Where’s Kiara?

Just then, my office door opens, and Kiara comes in. She walks closer, shrugging at me.

Picking up a pen, I pull a random piece of paper closer and write, Get naked, baby.

She scrunches her nose and points at the phone, Mr. Jackson and Dwayne’s arguing filling the air.

“I don’t work with cheap concrete,” Dwayne sticks to his guns.

“Then you pay for it,” Mr. Jackson demands.

I raise my eyebrows at her, motioning for her to undress.

She widens her eyes at me but takes hold of her top and pulls it over her head. Then she steps out of her pants, standing next to me in a lace bra and panties.

I move everything on my desk out of the way and nod at it.

Kiara makes a point of looking at the phone again, a nervous smile tugging at her lips, but she takes a seat on the edge of my desk and lies back.

“Good,” I praise her.

“What’s good?” Mr. Jackson asks. “Nothing about this is good.”

“You’re talking things out. That’s progress.” I move my chair closer to the desk, and taking hold of Kiara’s ankles, I spread her wider.

“You call this talking? I’m the one paying. I’m the client. I want cheaper concrete.”

Leaning closer, I drag my mouth over her inner thigh. “And it’s my construction company. I will not have the name tarnished by building a subpar mall.”

Taking hold of her panties, I drag the lace down her legs. My eyes rest on the valley between her legs. I reach for her hand and bring it to her pussy. Moving her fingers, I make her rub herself.

Kiara starts to get the hang of what I want, her back arching, her middle finger sinking inside her.

Jesus.

“Move this meeting along,” I demand, needing to feast on my woman.

Her fingers start moving faster, her hips swirling.

I stand up, and I swear, she looks like a fucking porn star as her other hand massages her breast. Her eyes lock with mine, she draws her bottom lip between her teeth, looking like the goddess of seduction.

Then her fucking lips part, her features starting to tighten.

Fuck this.

Pressing a button, I end the call. I grab hold of her hips and yank her to the edge of the desk. “You like touching yourself, don’t you baby?”

“I like your touch more,” she moans, still dragging her fingers through her slick heat.

Unzipping my pants, I pull out my hard as fuck cock, and slam into her, trapping her fingers between us. “Jesus. You better hold on to something.”

Kiara doesn’t have time as I tighten my grip on her hips and start to hammer into her.

With relentless need, I don’t slow down until both our bodies are seizing with ecstasy.

Slumping over her, our eyes lock. “I’ve never had a connection like this to anyone. I’m going to take every chance I get to fuck you, baby.” Breathing into her mouth, I add, “And forever won’t be enough to satisfy me.”

Every day.

For the rest of our lives.

This woman is mine.

Epilogue 1

Kiara

Looking at my wedding dress – the bodice, a corset design of crystal embellishments and sheer paneling, and the skirt made of white silk with a thigh-high slit – I feel like the luckiest woman in the world.