Finally, he answers. “We’re after a phone.”
When he doesn’t continue, I prod. “And?”
“It’s either in his office, in which case, he’ll lead us to it. Or it’s in his second office.”
Oh God. “The guy has more than one office?”
He nods.
“Have you scouted it yet?”
“No.”
“For the love of—” Needing space, I stalk to the other side of the room. “Why aren’t you stressing? Why aren’t you looking for ways to get us out of this situation?”
Like he doesn’t have a care in the world, Saint rests his feet on the coffee table and stretches.
Beside him, Sin is still.
Unbelievable. “Let me see if I understand this correctly. You’re after a cell phone, right?”
Angel nods.
“And it’s in one of two places.”
Saint tries interrupt, but I hold up my hand, stopping him.
“Let me finish. So, it could be in the office we searched or one we haven’t seen yet.”
Saint opens his mouth again, but I glare.
“And let’s not forget, The Collector’s going to know something’s up when he sees the state of the place.”
“And Jack’s leg,” Saint interjects quickly. “Don’t forget about him.”
“You’re a world of helpful information,” I deadpan.
He grins. “It’s a gift. Chicks love it.”
“Sure, they do.” I focus on Angel. “What are you going to do about the security footage from tonight? Something tells me The Collector’s going to want to know who comes and goes in his office.”
Head down, he types something on the laptop. “I’ve got it covered.” He shows me the screen. “I hacked into their security through a backdoor and set up a camera loop. He won’t even know we were there.”
I wait, hoping he realizes the obvious flaw in his plan. But when he doesn’t say anything, I slowly enunciate, “He will when he sees the blood on his desk.”
“We’ve got it covered,” Sin rumbles.
My eyes meet his, and even though I want to fight it, the pull between us is all-encompassing. “How?”
“We’ve got people on Dad’s payroll. They’re dealing with it.”
Needing more than some vague platitude, I push for intel. “What does that mean, exactly?”
He stands, then saunters toward me. The scent of salt spray invades my senses, threatening to weaken my resolve.
Sin takes me by the nape, tipping my head back. His gaze is pinned on my mouth. “It means we’re dealing with it.”
“I don’t like the sound of that.”
“I’m not asking you to.”
Desire sits heavy in my core. I want to press my mouth to his, tease his tongue with mine, and bite his lip until he bleeds my name.
But I don’t.
“I’ve got a lot riding on this,” I murmur. “I won’t let him or anyone else jeopardize my future. Don’t expect me to fall back into bed with you.”
He skims my cheek with his knuckles. “Keep lying to yourself, babe.”
Tingles spark in the wake of his touch. “Every decision you’ve made since we’ve met proves you only care about yourself. I’ve had enough selfish men to last me a lifetime.”
“Shit’s different now.”
It’s the certainty in his words that does it. My heart skips a beat before thundering against my chest. It’s like it wants to escape so it can rest beside his. “How can you be so sure?”
“When it comes to you, I fucking know.”
Damn. “You can’t say stuff like that.”
He ducks his head, his mouth brushing the shell of my ear. “Watch me.”
Sin turns to his brother and cousin. “Leave. I need to talk to my woman.”
I pull back slightly. “Your woman?”
His stare is absolute. “Mine.”
Chapter Thirty
Temple
Once Saint and Angel saunter from the room, Sin takes a handful of my hair, twists it, and tugs. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to stand. Every time you move, you’ll remember how I owned your sweet cunt.”
With my neck exposed, I should feel vulnerable. Scared, even. Sin’s a massive guy who’s used to getting his own way. Everything about him should trigger me. His cruel words, domineering hold, the way his hard cock rubs against my lower stomach. Memories from my past should flash before my eyes, threatening me with their toxic potency.
Only, they don’t.
Instead of fear, power forms, bringing with it a dawning realization.
Sin would never hurt me.
He’s watched over me when I didn’t know it, shielded me when I didn’t want it, and forced me to protect myself because he knew I could. He’s shown me time and again that what we have is real.
It’s time I admit the truth. “Is that a promise?”
Sin’s pupils dilate to a searing black. His powerful hands skim my shoulders and trace the gentle curve of my spine before settling on my ass. He grips each cheek in a punishing hold. “You know it.”
Standing on tiptoe, I bite the cleft of his chin. “Prove it, then.”
Before I can prepare myself, he yanks open the top button of my jeans, lowers the zipper, and tugs off my pants. In a swift movement, he peels off my hoodie and T-shirt, only pausing when I stand, dazed, in my bra and thong.
His stare burns its way up my body. “Fuck, babe.” Sin’s mouth crashes into mine. He thrusts his tongue inside my mouth, daring me to keep up.
My hands dive into his hair, teasing, twisting, tugging. I force him deeper, wanting but never quite reaching the satiation I crave. “More,” I pant, writhing against him. “I need more, Sin.”
He spins me in a half circle. It takes a moment for my vision to clear, but when it does, the couch is before me.
“Bend over.” He presses into my shoulder blades, forcing me forward.
I do as he says and grip the soft fabric, fearing it won’t be enough to keep me grounded. Arching my back, I glance at him over my shoulder. “Like this?”
Sin tears my panties from my body. He balls them in his fist, raises them to his nose, and inhales. “Yeah, like that.”
I my bottom lip. “Jesus, that’s hot.”
Sin shoves my panties in his pocket. Before I can question what he’s about to do, he drops to his knees. “I’m going to spread you open and fuck your cunt with my tongue until you come all over my mouth. Then I’m going to swallow your juices and get drunk on your taste.”
With my core aching and my body on fucking fire, I nod, hoping to God I’m strong enough to survive this.
True to his word, Sin spreads my ass cheeks wide. He groans. “Fucking gorgeous. Hold on, babe.”
I barely have time to grip the cushion before he licks me from pussy to asshole.
Head thrown back and lips parted, I moan.
“That’s it. Tell the world who owns your wet cunt.” He swirls his tongue over my clit, then flicks it. Once. Twice. Three times.
“Sin. Oh God, Sin.” Stars appear, dotting my vision with bright light.