Chapter

Eighty six

Jericho

“Tell me what you want.” Devon’s words hit my ears as I entered my private den at Sodom. I’d tried desperately to avoid coming here after the last time. My weakest moment and my most revisited memory. She was the sin I couldn’t give up.

He had her spread out on a piano, legs splayed wide, body on full display. Her slick pink cunt dripping for him. “Tell me what to do to you.”

“God,” she moaned.

The sound of her breathy plea had me rock-hard and aching, the memory of the last time I’d heard her say the same sending a bolt of lust so...