Sinful: A Dark Asylum Bully Romance (The Boys of Chapel Crest Book 5)

You make me forget how to be sad.

Sin’s messy scrawl made my breath catch.

I hated that he was sad. It was burning a hole through my soul.

He’d be here soon, though, and I was hopeful I’d be able to make him smile. He was quickly growing on me.

“What are you making?” Stitches came into the kitchen after I’d tucked the note back into my dress pocket and wrapped his arms around my waist before planting a kiss on my cheek.

I lifted my pasta fork out of the steaming pot and showed him a nearly limp noodle.

“Mm, spaghetti.” He continued to hold me while I stirred the pot, enjoying his warmth on my skin. “You’re cooking for Sin?”

I felt him tense slightly.

Carefully, I put the pasta fork onto the counter and turned in his arms.

He stared down at me, his dark eyes filled with an emotion I couldn’t place. Maybe fear? Sadness? Worry? Or a mixture of all the things.

“Malachi,” I whispered, finding the words inside me. I had the desperate need to let him know I wasn’t going anywhere despite the growing feelings blooming within me for all the current men in my life. The watchers were where I wanted to be. Sin coming home was important. Asylum and Mirage joining. And Bryce. . .

My face heated at the thoughts, not knowing what I was going to do to make it even happen. Maybe it was a pipe dream. If Cady were here and I’d have said that, she’d laugh and wiggle her brows at me, making it dirtier than what I intended. Pipes and dicks. She had a way about her like that.

He blinked quickly in surprise. “Angel?”

“I love you,” I finished, going up on my tiptoes and pressing my lips against his.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned against my lips before deepening it. “I love you too.”

A gasp of surprise left me as he lifted me quickly and sat me on the kitchen table, his fingers in my hair, his tongue tangling with mine.

He broke the kiss off abruptly, a dark look in his eyes before he put his hand on my chest and pushed me flat on my back.

With ease, he lifted my legs and placed my feet on the table.

I made to lift my head, but he tutted at me.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to eat your pussy before I fuck you. If Ashes comes in before I’m done, I’m going to let him have some fun too.”

Quickly, I looked to the pasta cooking on the stove. Catching my meaning, he swept to it and turned off the burner before pulling the pot off the stove and draining the water from it.

He returned to me immediately.

“I’ve never cooked and fucked before,” he said, smiling at me. “I’m going to need you to hold on, angel. It’s going to be rough and fast.”NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

With those words, he shoved my dress up and tugged my panties off before diving between my legs.

He wasn’t kidding.

I gripped the edge of the table as his tongue flicked expertly over my clit, sending bolts of electricity through my body.

I squirmed beneath his mouth as he ate me before bucking my hips up to meet his tongue.

His hands gripped my hips tightly, and he tugged me roughly against his mouth, deepening his feasting.

The heat built within me as he ate, and soon, I was coming hard, dampening the table and his shirt with my release.

He didn’t stop. Instead, he pushed a digit inside me as he continued his onslaught. My body trembled with the movement, and I gasped when he pushed a second finger into my heat.

He was going for another one, and he was damn well going to get it.

I came for him again, earning that soft groan of approval from him that drove me wild. He slowed his work on my pussy before coming to a stop and pressing against my damp mound.

He straightened and stared down at me, his face moist from my orgasm, his shirt spotted with the wetness I’d gushed out.

My cheeks heated at knowing I’d done that.

“I like it,” he said softly, his dark eyes sparkling. “When you come on my face and cock. You’re my favorite meal, baby. If I were dying, you’d be my last meal request.”

My face heated further, earning a sexy-as-hell smirk from him while he undid his jeans.

With his cock in hand, he rubbed it against my damp pussy, teasing me for a moment, before he pushed his way in amid a soft moan.

I noted the slight tremble through his body. He was trying to be gentle with me. I appreciated that.

“Look at me,” he whispered, pulling out and thrusting back into me. “It’s me and you.”

I knew he was worried I was having some weird flashbacks. And honestly, I was. I’d been having them whenever I had sex, but I wanted to do this with him. With all my guys. I liked the way it made me feel. They tried to make me feel safe, and I wanted that safety. I craved it.

I focused on him.

“Breathe with me, baby,” he instructed in a gentle but rough voice as he pushed into me again. Out. In. Out. In. Slowly. Gently.

I inhaled deeply, my eyes focused on him.

“There you go. Good girl,” he husked out. “I’m going to go faster. Is that OK?”

I nodded, knowing how fast and deep Stitches could get. Then again, Church and Ashes could too.

He pulled out and slammed back into me, making me arch my back off the table and let out a hiss of pleasure.

With his hands firmly on my hips, he fucked into my body, clearly having something to prove to me.

He didn’t need to prove anything to me, though. He was my Stitches. My watcher.

Mine.

All mine.

Just like the rest of them.

I sat up, slowing him down, and crushed my lips against his. He groaned again as I shifted to grind on his dick, eager to explode for him.

Easily, he lifted me, my ass cupped in his hands, and fucked me that way.

I wound my arms around his neck and tried to match pace with him, but lost out moments later because I came hard, my chest heaving, my orgasm soaking everything.

“Fuck. Good girl. Do it again for me,” he said breathlessly as he lifted me up and down on his long, thick cock.

I came again seconds later, my body trembling, and my breath lost to him.

He followed, slamming deep inside me and holding me in place as he filled me, my name on his lips.

He bounced me on his cock a few more times before kissing me gently.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered against my lips. “You’re going to stay, right?”

The fear I figured was there came out in his words.

My answer was to kiss him again.

“Why didn’t you guys tell me to come down?” Ashes called out.

I pulled away from Stitches and cast a guilty look from Stitches to Ashes, who was taking in the scene with a frown on his face.

“Looks like a good time was had,” he continued, staring at the mess we’d made. “Damnit, Malachi.”

“Sorry,” Stitches said, grinning at him. “She was cooking. I love a woman who can cook.”

“Food?” Ashes widened his eyes at me.

I gave him a bashful nod. Quickly, he pulled me off Stitches, who was still impaled deep inside me, and kissed me. I stumbled against him, but he caught me easily.

“Malachi, clean this up,” he said between kisses. “Sin is about fifteen minutes out. I need to take care of some business before he gets here.”

And with those words, he swept me to his room and buried himself deep inside me.

“What a beautiful fucking mess he made,” he commented as he kissed me, moving in and out of me at an even, delicious pace.

I clung to him as he made love to me. Not fast. Not slow. Just. . . Ashes.

“I want to take more time, heaven, but Sin really is on the way. I need you cleaned up before he gets here. Do you mind if I go faster?”

I silenced him with a kiss, letting him know he could use me however he saw fit.

He let out a groan and moved quicker, his cock moving in and out of me so fast the heat made me squirm.

Within moments, I was clinging to him, my nails deep in his back as I came for him. He followed, my pussy milking every last drop from him before he collapsed over me, balancing himself on his arms, his lips on mine.

“Fuck, I bet you’re sore. I’m sorry. I just. . . you’re beautiful to me, baby. I couldn’t resist.”

I kissed him gently, earning a contented sigh from him.

“Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He pulled free from my body before bringing me to my feet and taking me into the bathroom, where he was quick to help me wash. Soon enough, I was clean, and he was running a brush through my hair.

“I love your hair,” he mused, smiling. “It’s so thick and silky. Soft.”

I smiled at that. I liked that he liked it.

There was a knock on the door, which caused him to sigh. I turned and faced him, taking in the tired look in his eyes.

I took his hand and traced letters on his palm.

Are you OK?

“I’m fine,” he answered. “Just. . . wish things were different, you know? And not so cold.”

I nodded, understanding him.

“I want us all to get along. I know it’ll be a long road, but I’m here for the ride if it’s what you want,” he continued thickly. “I’ve seen the way you look at Sinclair. You’ve always looked at him that way. Like you do to us. But I’ve also seen you look at Bryce and Asylum like that too.”

My heartbeat pounded in my ears, and I made to back away from him, shame washing over me.

“No,” he said, pulling me back and tilting my chin up so I was staring into his blue eyes. “I want your happiness at any cost. I just want you to know this might not work with everyone, so. . . be prepared, OK?”

I nodded, my throat tight.

He let out a soft sigh and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“We’ll pray for the best, OK? I’m on your side, baby. I want Sin home too. Asylum and Bryce? I don’t know. It’s something maybe we can visit soon.”

I traced more letters onto his hand, which made him smile at me

“Don’t be sorry for having a good heart and wanting to love everyone. We’re all jealous pricks, so know that going into this. For now, let’s only focus on one thing at a time. Sound good?”

I nodded, feeling a little better.

Ashes was so easy to talk to. It was one of the many things I loved about him.

“I may slip along the way and complain a little, but ultimately, it’s all you, heaven.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “Just be good while we’re gone, OK?”

I went up on my tiptoes and kissed him, letting him know I was agreeing to his terms. He returned the kiss before breaking away.

“Come on. You need your panties back,” he said with a soft laugh, which made me smile back.

And with that, he led me back to the living room, my hand in his.

One watcher down, two more to go.

Hopefully.