Lessons in Sin

by Pam Godwin

Good girl.

“Take it, filthy girl.”

“Take my cock. That’s it. I’m fucking that ass, baby. Goddamn, you’re squeezing me to death.”

She was my everything.

“Fucking hell, take my cock.”

“You make me crazy. I can’t go an hour without fucking you.”

I had a serious addiction to this woman. I was addicted to giving her pleasure. Addicted to her kisses and the way they stole my sanity. Addicted to the gleam in her heavy-lidded eyes as I kissed along her neck. Addicted to her hungry little sounds as I fucked her toward another orgasm. But even without the sex, I was addicted to her. I felt unhinged and wonderfully balanced. All I wanted was her.

“You’re going to let me sleep now, right?”

“I have endless orgasms to give you.”

“You’re going to get them in every room of the house, on every flat surface. Then we’ll move on t...

“Oh my...

“Did I hur...

“I fucked you like an animal. ...

“You’re pe...

“I love… I lo...

“Good. Because I’m going to live betwe...

She was the greatest blessing heaven could’ve given me, and I wouldn’t misuse or squander this gift. I would cherish her and protect her at all costs.

She didn’t wear makeup or paint her nails or fuss over her hair. But she was rather protective of her pricey undergarments. Whenever I ripped one, she turned feral.

“No, Tinsley. I’m going to show you how much I’m going to burn for you until I have you again.”

I’d never made love to a woman, but there was no other way to do this with Tinsley. I consumed her, idolized her, paid homage to all her perfections, and committed every heavenly sensation to memory.

“Do you love her?”

loved her. How could I not? She was so very easy to love.

“Yeah. I love her with everything that I am.”

“Choose me.”

You’re my greatest, most painful punishment, Tinsley Constantine.”

Being with him had been an ascension to heaven. Leaving him condemned me to eternal hell.

Why couldn’t I just die? I didn’t want to take my own life. But sometimes, when I lay in bed, alone and hurting down to the depths of my soul, I wished for a terminal disease or a fatal lightning strike or a venomous spider bite. I wanted the choice to be taken from me. I just… I needed this pain to go away.

Missing Magnus was a painful way to grow up. He wasn’t a mistake. I would never regret the time I’d had with him. He’d taught me how to live and let live, how to make every moment count, how to be more than what I was, how to experience what I learned, how to be taller and stronger for the struggle. He taught me that the best things in life didn’t come easy. He taught me how to love.

“You’re really here?”

“Told you,”

“I promised I would stay with you...

“Fucking roar ...

“Alw...

He was here for love.

“Are you asking me to marry you?”

“No, Miss Constantine.”

“I’m demandi...

“You’re lucky I’m into the bossy thing.”

“I hired Galen when you went home for Christmas.” Magnus smiled down at me. “I hired him to pretend to work for your mother so that he could keep an eye on you.”

“I hired Galen to guard Tinsley.”

“Yes,” Magnus said. “But he works for me. I sent him to you to get that job as Tinsley’s bodyguard.”

“Well done, Magnus. You got one by me. It won’t happen again.”

“Your beautiful pain.”

“If I’m wrong for wanting your possessive, overbearing, steamrolling brand of devotion, then I’m wrong about everything.”

“No one touches me but you.”

“I love you.”

“I k...

“And I sold Sion Academy.”

“To buy Kensington?”

“To invest i...