Chapter Thirty-Seven
“Marcus.” I whimpered and his fingers dug into my skin before he thrust into me. “Yes, oh f**k”
“That’s right Amelia, you’re mine.” He said as he bottomed out inside of me, his hand coming up to smack my ass with a sharp swat.
***Sin POV**
I sat my fork down on my plate, looking over at Louis. The muscle in his jaw twitched and I could tell that something was bothering him. I rested my hands on the table, watching him. “Spit it out.”
His amethyst eyes flicked away from the glass tabletop to me. He scowled but didn’t say anything, grinding his teeth together. “Sin.”
“I know my name, Louis.” I sighed, wishing he would just tell me what was wrong with him. He should be over the moon. Amelia had agreed to marry him. Our sexy fire walker glowed with pregnancy. He sh
