My Scumbag System

Chapter 620: One Free Sin

"Like sleep with me while your other girlfriend monitors everything through a psychic pendant?"

"Exactly like that."

Reyna lifted her head and looked at me. The moonlight caught her eyes and made them glow like emeralds lit from within.

"You’re insane."

"Probably."

"I’m insane for getting involved with you."

"Definitely."

She kissed me. Soft at first. Then harder. Her tongue slipped past my lips and tangled with mine. Her hand slid down my chest and kept going.

"We should sleep," I said against her mouth. "Big day tomorrow."

"We should." Her hand found what it was looking for. "But I don’t want to sleep."

"Reyna—"

"You came back smelling like dust and sadness. Let me make you smell like me instead."

Her grip tightened. I groaned.

The pendant pulsed cold. Natalia’s disapproval transmitted across three hundred miles of ocean and city streets.

Reyna noticed. Of course she noticed. The pendant’s cold disapproval was subtle, but her sharp eyes caught the way I tensed, the slight grimace that flickered across my face.

"Tell her to deal with it." She stroked me slowly, deliberately, her grip confident and possessive. "I’m fixing something she can’t fix from over there."

"She’s going to murder me when I get back."

"Then let’s give her something worth murdering you for."

Reyna threw one leg over my hips and straddled me in a single fluid motion. Her crimson hair spilled around her face like a curtain of fire, wild and untamed. She reached down and pulled her tank top over her head, the fabric sliding off her body in one smooth, practiced gesture.

God, she was beautiful.

Full, heavy breasts with dark nipples already tight and hardening in the cool air. Toned stomach rippling with lean muscle earned through years of brutal combat training. Caramel skin glowing silver in the moonlight streaming through the window, every curve and line of her body a masterpiece of genetic lottery and disciplined effort.

"You’re staring," she said, her voice a low purr.

"You’re worth staring at."

"Smooth talker." But there was a hint of color in her cheeks now. Vulnerability beneath the confidence.

"I mean it."

Her expression softened. Just for a heartbeat. Just long enough for me to see the girl underneath the warrior. Then the predatory grin was back, sharp and hungry, and she was grinding against me through the thin fabric of her underwear. The heat of her core pressed against my erection made coherent thought difficult.

"Talk is cheap." She leaned forward slowly, deliberately, until her breasts pressed against my chest and her lips were a breath away from mine. "Show me."

I grabbed her hips in a firm grip and flipped us in one smooth motion. Reyna landed on her back with a surprised laugh that transformed into a low, throaty moan when I kissed my way down the column of her throat.

"Impatient," she gasped, her fingers already tangling in my hair.

"Focused."

"That’s—ah—that’s just being impatient with fancier words."

I bit down on the curve where her neck met her shoulder. Not hard enough to break skin. Hard enough to mark her. Hard enough to make her arch off the mattress and dig her nails into my back hard enough to leave scratches.

"Shut up and let me work."

"Make me."

Challenge accepted.

I kissed lower. Across her collarbone. Down the slope of her breast. I took one nipple into my mouth and sucked while my hand found the other, rolling it between my fingers until Reyna was writhing beneath me.

"Dios—"

"Not a god. Just me."

"Cocky bastard—"

I switched to the other breast. Reyna’s complaints dissolved into wordless sounds of pleasure.

The Nectar hummed between us. Amplifying every touch. Every sensation. The feedback loop made my own skin hypersensitive. I could feel Reyna’s arousal like it was my own, building in waves that threatened to overwhelm us both.

I kept moving down. Past her navel. Along the line of her hip. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her underwear and pulled them down her legs.

Reyna watched me with hungry eyes as I settled between her thighs.

"You don’t have to—"

"I want to."

"Most guys don’t—"

"I’m not most guys."

I lowered my mouth and tasted her.

Reyna’s back arched off the bed. Her hands found my hair and gripped hard enough to hurt. The sounds coming out of her mouth were broken Spanish mixed with my name repeated like a prayer.

I took my time. Learned her rhythms. Found the spots that made her shake and the ones that made her scream. The Nectar turned every sensation into something overwhelming, and I used that mercilessly.

Her first orgasm hit like a thunderclap. Her thighs clamped around my head. Her whole body convulsed. She screamed something that might have been my name and might have been a curse.

I didn’t stop.

"Wait—too much—I can’t—"

"You can."

"Satori—"

I added my fingers. Two of them, curving upward to find the spot I’d discovered last night. Reyna’s protests turned into incoherent wailing.

The second orgasm built faster than the first. I could feel it through our physical connection. Could feel the pressure mounting in her core like a wave about to crest.

I pushed her over the edge with a final thrust of my fingers and a deliberate flick of my tongue.

Reyna shattered.

The scream she made probably woke up half the compound. I didn’t care. Let them hear. Let them know exactly what was happening in this room.

When she finally stopped shaking, I crawled up her body and kissed her mouth. Let her taste herself on my lips.

"Hate you," she mumbled against my mouth.

"Liar."

"Fine. Love you. Same thing."

The casual declaration caught me off guard. Reyna must have felt me tense because she pulled back and looked at me with eyes that were still glazed from her orgasms.

"Too fast?"

"Little bit."

"Too bad." She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me closer. "I don’t do anything slow. Ask anyone."

"Reyna—"

"Don’t make it weird. I know what this is. I know you have other women. I know I’m sixth in line for whatever piece of your heart you’re willing to share." Her voice was steady despite the emotion swimming in her eyes. "But I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, and I’m not going to pretend otherwise just because the timing is inconvenient."