***SIN'S POV***Summer knows the right buttons to press and as much as I want to refrain from fucking her, she keeps hitting my pelvis with her up thrust. "Don't do that, Summer," I warn her. "Why, Mr. Sin? Does it make you hard?" she asks innocently. "None of your business, little one, now stop," I say not slipping out of her. This causes Summer to smirk and then, she has the courage to lift her head until she kisses me square on the lips. Groaning, I take control of it when my tongue slides into her open mouth, causing me taste her, devour every corner if her mouth as I suck in deep. "You want this, don't you, my little whore?" I demand and she nods, her hands coming all over me as she romances my body. With how much she is touching me, I know I am going to cum in less than no time, reason why I shake my head, holding her wrists back above her head. "That's a dick move," she says. "It is me preventing myself from your busy fingers," I mouth out. Her tiny
***MATTEO'S POV***Michelle is pissed off at me and wouldn't talk to me, Don Sorvino has me at home and wouldn't even utter a word either. With the sounds coming from his bedroom, it's no doubt that he is fucking Summer again.I can't take any more of being treated like an idiot, thus, I walk over to the living room where Michelle is talking to one of the guys and I frown at that. "Mich, please I want to have a word with you," I say sounding more gruffly than I initially planned to. "Can't you see I am talking to Jay?" she says not turning to even glance at me. Jay is one of the guys at the north front and I know he is hitting on Michelle, and unless he doesn't want to cross me, I will advise he leaves. With dark eyes running over his body, sweat starts stripping out of his body as he takes a step backward. "Hey, Jay? Are you okay?" Michelle questions reaching out to touch him and I snap. "Get the fuck out, Jay," I tell him harshly. "Yes, Sir," he utters be
***MICHELLE'S POV***Matteo is one cracked head dude. He acts tough but he is a big baby and his brows drawn together in pain while he scowls at me makes me smile a little. "That hurts, Pumpkin," he says as I finish the last string of thread on his forehead. "Hush, now, Matt, I need to finish this," I mutter nicely, acting nice. "You shithead brother did this to me, the least I need right now is another Sorvino in my ass," Matt says. I don't utter a word until I cut off the string and then, gather my stuff. "Where are you going?" he asks as I wash my hands, picking up the rest of my stuff into the bag. "Home," I spit out furiously. "Home? You promised to stay the night," he utters chasing me. "I did before you reminded me I was a Sorvino," I strike, stomping through the bathroom and rushing through the corridor that leads downstairs. "You don't break a promise," Matt states. He is trying to tie me down with that bullshit, I don't take heed of that. "I nee
***SIN'S POV***Yesterday was a tedious day. I hate the fact that I implicated Summer into watching me fight with Matteo, but that sshole almost got her killed I spent the night with Summer in my arms and today, I have a meeting with some of my men about Vincent Cabero. He needs to pay for what he has done to his daughter and even more. As I grab my tie and start knotting, I think about Michelle. She was supposed to start her internship at the hospital today. I always make sure I use influence to get whatever I want and her being here with me, I think we can bond more. I really miss her being a baby. Grabbing my stuff, I walk over to the bed and plant a gentle kiss on Summer's lips. She purrs like a kitten as she opens one eye. "Off to work already?" she asks warmly. "Yes, little one. Have a nice day and don't get into trouble," I mutter, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. Giggling, she replies, "Yes, Mr. Sin,"Walking out of the room, I ask to make it
***SIN'S POV***I haven't seen Matteo all day and the last I heard of him, Killian had said he went to his penthouse to release the steam. I'm not fucking mad at him for trying to fight me, but the fact that he almost got Summer killed, no, I am not letting that slide and he needs to know that. I take the car to the hospital at exactly five o'clock and wait for Michelle to come out. A couple of minutes later, I spot her in her blue scrubs, a bag on her arm as she hurries downstairs. Sighing, I horn and she comes straight to the car. "Hi, Sin," she greets, relaxing in the car seat. "Seatbelts on, lady," I say, igniting the car. Obeying, she looks out of the window, evidently avoiding me. "You can't ignore the elephant in the room," I tell her. "It has been a shitty first day at the hospital, Sin, please, can we go home?" she asks "We are having a conversation," I state. "What are you now, Daddy or something? Remember you hate being called dad, so, I will advise
***SUMMER'S POV***I know it was a dick move to cook for Sinclair, but I was so bored I just had to kick Poppy out of the kitchen and do all of the cooking myself. Now, with this question of where I learned how to cook and all the like, I don't even know how to respond to it. "Well?" Sin asks swirling a fork full of spaghetti and chewing it deliciously. "I was bored while growing up, thus, I needed something to occupy my mind. I started watching videos online on how to bake and cook. Made a lot of mistakes, but yeah! I finally got a grip on it," I confess. Michelle hums while eating, and Sin just stares at me. "How did you meet Smokey and Gunner?" he asks and I choke. Mich hands me a glass of water, her eyes filled with amused silence. "Thank you," I mouth my gratitude as I wait for my brain to process a response easily. "Just a couple of tears ago. Gunner saw me first, I was homeless and then, he brought Smokey with him a couple of days later when he came for
***SIN'S POV***I'm going to admit that I have a shit luck when it has to do with my taste in women. First, the woman I am shackled to for the next two weeks is pregnant and abused by her father. Now, the woman I have shackled into spending ninety days with me has been abused before. Fuck luck. "Hush, Summer, I hate seeing you cry," I say honestly. Summer sniffles but doesn't look at me. "Who did you say the guy who hurt your name was?" I demand casually. "I didn't tell you a name," Summer responds, beating me to it "Oh, you didn't? So tell me, who hurt you?" I ask my voice guttural and I see the shiver running down her spine. I hate that. "I don't want to talk about it, please," she begs disengaging from me. Looking at her with wide eyes, I don't force Summer. I know when to get a woman time, I know it is only then that she can come to me with the truth. "I'm sorry for being emotional and..." I stop her with my index finger against her lips. "That's enough
***SUMMER'S POV*** I knew something was wrong but what I didn't know was what. And the fucking fact that I couldn't trust my gut enough to see what is happening is what is slowly killing me. One week. Fucking Sinclair has been avoiding me for a week. I don't blame him, I get bored sometimes too, but I've never felt so lonely now than when I was with my best friends. Again, I wake up to an empty bed, Sinclair is out there building his empire in Seattle and I am left with a broken heart and a needy pussy. Since our last encounter, Sin has been distant, and so has the number of hours he spends out there. Things got better between him and Matteo and even though I barely see the fucker, he has enough wits to stay away from me. Taking a quick shower, I make it to the kitchen and sit over a bowl of cereals, munching greedily. I feel Matteo before I see him. When our eyes meet, I stand, wanting to escape. He blocks me, his hands in the air with a pure smile creepin