“It says you want me as badly as I want you.” Again, he pressed as he leaned to the side and took my earlobe in his teeth.
“You want me?”
He stopped and looked down at me in confusion.
“Do you seriously have to ask?” he asked as he pushed my panties to the side and let the sweats-covered head of his cock push a tiny bit inside of me.
That was all it took. I latched onto his back and pulled him closer to me.
“Please, Sin. Please, I want you.”
A boyish smile covered his face, and I instantly felt good for making him smile with happiness.
“Say it again. Beg me again,” he said as he pushed his tip in again.
Digging my heels and the back of my head into his bed, I moaned loudly.
“Please. I want to feel you deep inside of me. Please.”
Everything moved quickly as I leaned up and allowed him to take off my shirt. Dipping his head down, he took in my nipple and softly bit down. A growl escaped my lips as I pulled his mouth closer to my skin.
“Do you like that?” he asked as he flicked at my nipple with his tongue. “Why don’t we see what else you like?”
He worked his way down my body. Sucking and nibbling on the soft skin beneath my breasts before running his teeth and tongue across my ribs. I wanted to giggle when he began to caress my sides with his lips, but before I could, he was sucking the skin above my panty line and using his teeth to pull the lace down my thighs and over my knees.
My breath came out in panted moans until I thought I would scream from the pleasure of everything he was doing. When he came up, he used easy fingers to open me and wrapped his lips around the sensitive knot of nerves at my center. A sound I’d never made rushed out my mouth.
Animalistic. Full of lust and need. I pushed my fingers into his hair and tried to keep my hips still as he continuously sucked me into a frenzied rush of heat.
I needed more, and he seemed to sense that as he slowly pushed two thick fingers into me and began to work them in and out and up and down.
“You’re always so wet for me. Does anyone else get you this wet?”
His voice was husky and deep. He was turned on just as much as I was.
“No. No one. Just you.” My words came out choppy and quick.
My breathing was becoming embarrassing, but he didn’t seem to notice.
He continued to use his fingers and tongue on me until I could no longer keep my hips on the bed. Words I’d never used before spilled from my mouth and I didn’t care. I was so close to something magnificent that I’d lost all sense of everything around me. All that mattered was my center, which was moving closer and closer to dissolving into greatness.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, everything stopped. I didn’t have time to complain before he was hovering over me, a look of complete lust on his face.
“What do you want, Emily? Just ask and I’ll give it to you.”
I should’ve asked to be released. I should’ve asked him to forget about his crazy vendetta against my father, but instead, words I’d never said to another human being rushed from my lips.
“Make love to me, Sin.”
Reaching down, he pushed his sweats down his hips. When he was done, he looked down at me as if waiting for my approval once more. Reaching up, I cupped his cheeks and brought his lips to mine for a kiss as he slowly entered me. My body stretched to accommodate his size and while it should have hurt, I felt amazing.
Pleasure washed over his face, leaving an expression I’d never seen him display before. He looked down at me with wide, trusting eyes, and another part of my heart opened for him.
He started out slow, rocking his body into mine over and over again, but once I started making noises with each of his movements, he sped up. The sounds of our bodies coming together and our breathy moans filled the room.
When things were moving quickly, he pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach. Grabbing my hips, he pulled my ass up to meet him and slammed his body into mine once again. Catching me off guard, he smacked my ass cheek before grabbing a handful and squeezing.
I’d never been spanked before. I didn’t even want to think about what Ethan would have said if I had asked him to, but Sin was a spanker. He called out in pleasure when he spanked me again. His large palm rubbed out the sting before he squeezed it again.
“Does that feel good, baby?” he asked.
He sped up again, making my response come out in the form of a loud moan.
“Tell me my cock feels good, Emily,” he said with a strained voice.
I felt like I was about to explode. He was quickly pushing me over the edge, and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. My arms collapsed beneath me, forcing the side of my face into the mattress, but he didn’t stop. If anything, he moved harder and faster.
“Tell me,” he growled.
“It. Feels. So. Good.” He rewarded me with another quick spank on the ass and it almost sent me over the edge. “Don’t stop, Sin. I’m almost there.”
Again, he flipped me back onto my back and lifted my legs up on his shoulders.
“I want to see your face when you come for me,” he said before he took me again with full force.
He didn’t hold back as he moved his body with strength and speed. Tiny droplets of his sweat dripped from his face and onto my chest.
He panted and clinched his eyes closed, letting me know it felt just as good for him as it did for me. And then he shifted his hips and pushed me over.
My body lit up like it had a life of its own. Words spilled from my lips, egging him on to move faster and harder. I wrapped my legs around his neck and pulled his hips to me as I released my all for him.
The wet smacking noises of our two bodies coming together got louder as he pulled my orgasm out of me.
“That’s it, baby. Come all over my cock,” he ground out.
His mouth gaped open as he continued to move and I could tell he was about to come. I latched onto his hips, ready for him to fill me, but instead, he pulled out, spouting all over my stomach as he called out my name.
32
Sin
I slammed my eyes shut when the sun pierced them. I felt myself falling back to sleep, but then reality came in. I overslept. I turned quickly to find the space next to me empty, and I panicked. I’d fallen asleep after the most amazing sex with Emily, and I’d done so without locking the door.
I felt sick with the thought of her leaving. Not because I was worried that Emily had left and gone to the police, but because she wasn’t there. The thought of never seeing her again sickened me. I couldn’t afford to have feelings for her, but it seemed somewhere along the way I’d developed them.
I jumped from the bed and got dressed. If she was gone, then that meant the police would be here soon and I had to get the hell out of my apartment with everything I could carry in my arms.
I snatched up my car keys, which I couldn’t believe were still on my dresser, and headed toward the front door.
I stopped immediately when I heard Emily talking. Her voice echoed throughout my apartment, and a sense of relief like I’d never felt before filled me.
That relief was instantly replaced when I heard Constance’s laughter follow. Shit! This wasn’t happening. My sister was not at the front door, having a conversation with the girl that I was holding hostage.
I crept into the living room, careful not to be heard.
“There you are. When were you going to tell me about this delightful creature, Jacksin?” Constance said as she patted Emily’s arm.
Shit! Fuck! Shit fuck damn! Emily now knew my real name and there was nothing I could do about it.
Emily turned with a knowing smile. “Yeah, Jacksin, why didn’t I know you had a sister? I think we’ve been seeing each other long enough that I should know that little tidbit of information.”
I was confused. Seeing each other? What the fuck was she talking about? And then it hit me. Emi
ly wasn’t pleading for Constance to help her. She wasn’t tossing me under the bus like she should’ve been. No. Instead, she was pretending that she and I were in some kind of relationship.
Of course that would make sense to Constance, considering Emily’s state of dress. She was wearing one of my old band T-shirts. Luckily, it landed just above her knee because I happened to know she had nothing on underneath.
Just like that, my cock grew and pressed into my zipper. As if things couldn’t get even more fucking awkward, now I had a raging hard-on in front of my sister.
Quickly, I adjusted myself and went to sit on my couch.
“We don’t really have time to talk, Constance. Emily needs to get dressed. I’m taking her to lunch. Remember, sweetie?” I replied.
Whatever cleared the room. I needed Emily away from Constance and I needed Constance gone. Quickly.
“Of course, babe. How could I forget?” Emily smiled before turning back to Constance. “It was great meeting you, Constance. Hopefully we’ll see more of each other.”
I froze when Emily walked toward me. I looked up at her with warning in my eyes. She smirked as she leaned down and pressed her soft lips to mine.
“I’m getting in the shower. Join me if you’d like,” she playfully whispered against my mouth.
Damn her and her playfully sexy ways.
Once Emily left the room, Constance shut the door behind her and came to sit beside me.
“I have to tell you, Jax, it’s nice to see the smile in your eyes again. I don’t know where you met her, but she’s good for you. I like her.”
I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Are you done?” I asked rudely.
Constance knew me and my ways. She knew I was an asshole. She was probably the only person in the world who understood me.
“I’m done, and I’m going. I wouldn’t want to ruin your plans with Emily.” She picked. “I’m calling you later. I want full details of how you guys met.”
I waved her away and locked the door behind her. The shower water running in the bathroom called to me. I knew what I’d find behind the bathroom door, and as badly as I wanted to go in there and sink myself into Emily, I knew I couldn’t. What we did was a mistake. I didn’t need her thinking there was more to it than there was.
I was still after revenge. I had to stay the course—not only for me, but for Chelsea.
My nerves kicked in when I heard the shower water cut off. I knew what I had to do and I already hated myself for it.
When Emily walked into the living room looking all sweet and fresh, she came straight to me. Hooking an arm around my neck, she sat in my lap, prompting my hard-on to return. She hugged me tightly, but her arms loosened when I didn’t even bother putting my arms around her.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, confused.
I swallowed hard. My chest hurt just thinking about hurting her. “Emily, about last night…”
“What about last night? It was amazing.” She smiled before leaning down and sweetly kissing the side of my neck.
“Agreed, but it can’t happen again.” I was quick to get to the point.
Her body tensed against mine before she leaned back to look me in the eye. “Why not?”
I was an asshole. I was lower than low. I knew the one thing that I could say that would bring this entire conversation to a close, and since I was being a totally pussy when it came to Emily, I let the words slip from my mouth before I could stop myself.
“Because that’s not why I have you here. You’re my hostage. Nothing’s changed. I know you might feel like we’ve gotten closer, but all last night was, was two people releasing some steam. We both feel better and now we can move on and deal with the matter at hand.”
“What are you saying?” she asked, and her voice broke.
“I’m saying I’m still going to destroy your father whether you open your sweet legs for me or not.”
I could have said it nicer, but I was using the Band-Aid approach—rip it off fast and get it over with.
Her eyes watered a little bit before she turned away. She didn’t want me to see how badly I’d hurt her, and I was glad. I was already kicking myself in the ass for all the wrong I’d done when it came to her. I couldn’t take her sad puppy-dog eyes filling with tears. It was like an uppercut to the gut.
I expected her to say something—anything, but she didn’t. Instead, she climbed out of my lap, went back into the steam-filled bathroom, and shut the door quietly behind her.
We didn’t speak for the rest of the day. Emily avoided me like the plague, and I couldn’t really blame her. I was fucked up in the worst way.
That was confirmed the second I slept with her and then let her know nothing had changed. I was still going to destroy her father whether she opened her sweet legs for me or not. Yeah, I believe that’s exactly what I said to her.
She took refuge in the bedroom, shutting me out and ignoring me until I thought I was going to go crazy. What had I expected? I was a jackass and I should’ve never forgotten that.
Whether she liked it or not, she was going to see the bastard her father was. I was determined to show her how right I was. She deserved to know that the man she worshipped was a big piece of shit.
I slipped on my hoodie and zipped it up as I stopped in front of my bedroom door.
I didn’t expect much when I knocked on the door for the fourth time, but I was done being ignored and I was done staying cooped up in my small apartment. If I didn’t finish this, I was never going to, and that was not an option.
“Emily,” I said firmly. “We’re going out. Get ready.”
There was no answer. Not a sound was made as I listened with my ear against the door. Panic swept through me as I wiggled the door handle roughly. She’d locked it. I hit the door roughly with my shoulder and the door trembled but didn’t give way.
I went at it again, harder this time, and I heard the cracking of weak wood. One more hit sent me through the door and into the foot of my bed, where Emily was not. The room was dark and my head snapped toward the bathroom and the light that snuck through the crack of the door.
Walking over, I threw it open and it slammed against the wall, but Emily wasn’t there either. I was in full-blown hysterics as I walked back into the bedroom, and I wished I could say it was for the sole purpose that I wouldn’t get the revenge I thought I desperately needed.
Moonlight cascaded on the bed and I noticed the open window for the first time. I was on the other side of the room in a second flat and looking out the window toward the street. The ladder was still intact.
“Don’t think for a second I didn’t try it,” sShe whispered from beside me, and I turned to see her sitting on the rusty metal landing. “The stupid ladder is broken, and I wasn’t about to throw myself down three stories.” She didn’t look at me as she spoke. “No matter how much I want to get away from you.”
“Yeah, break your damn neck because that would have really stuck it to me, Red.”
“What do you want, Sin?”
“We’re going out. Let’s go.”
She finally looked over at me, frowning. “Out? Out where?”
“Does it matter? Get dressed.”
I ducked back into the room and waited for her to climb back in. I wanted to help her, but she was likely to throw me out the window if given half the chance. I waited for her in the living room, and when she emerged, she was dressed.
She eyed the broken door and stepped over the shards of wood on the floor without commenting on my moment of insanity. I could tell she wasn’t the same woman I had fucked senseless the night before, and I’d probably lost that side of her forever.
“Let’s get this over with. Where are we going?”
“To your father’s office. We’re going to break in.”
Her head snapped up. “What? Why?”
“I need Chelsea’s file and I’m positive the proof I need to expose your father for what he is, is in there. You’re going to help me find it.”
She was shaking her head vehemently. “I am not breaking into my father’s office. I’m not committing a crime for you.”
“You damn sure will if you want to forget you ever met me, because the only way you’re getting rid of me is if you help me do this.”
“Why can’t you just lock me in here and go yourself. My father didn’t do what you think he did, Sin. He wouldn’t have put your daughter’s life in danger for money. That’s not who he is.”
“Prove me wrong, then, Red. If you’re so fucking sure your dad is the saint you think he is, then prove me wrong.”
She chewed on her lip, not saying anything at first, and I knew she was going to agree. Despite everything I was trying to convince her of, she still believed he was innocent.
“Fine,” she snapped. “I’ll go with you, but only because I know he’s not the monster you think he is. The only monster here is you, Sin, and the only thing you’ve managed to convince me of is that you’re a lost cause. When this is all over and done with, I’ll make sure you really know what hell is like. ”
She walked toward the door and waited for me to join her. Her words struck a nerve and pulled an emotion I didn’t know I possessed anymore. Fear.
Meeting her at the door, I stood behind her and her sweet scent messed with my ability to think clearly. I wanted to reach out and touch her, but I knew if I did that, all would be lost. It would be over and I would be over, so I brushed past her and pulled open the door.
33
Sin
Ten minutes later, we were in my car and driving toward her father’s office. Emily seemed so small as she sat as far away from me as she could. Her knees were pulled up into her chest and her head rested against the window. We drove in silence, and twenty minutes later, I was pulling into the dark, deserted parking lot of Doctors Richmond and Gelding.
“How do you know no one is here?” she asked, breaking thirty minutes of silence.
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