Page 36 of Darkest Sin

She shrugs her shoulders, looking slightly uncomfortable. “Like I said, there’s really not much to tell. I graduated high school and was accepted into college, and after a few months of working my ass off, I was able to afford a little apartment of my own while also paying my tuition, and since then, that’s what my life has looked like. I work to eat and keep a roof over my head while I go to school . . . at least, I used to.”

“Used to?” I question.

“I’ve been gone from my home for at least two weeks, and I can guarantee that my landlord would have already given me an eviction notice. He’s an ass like that. As for school, I was one year from graduating when I was snatched off the side of the road, and I don’t mean this in a snarky way or anything, but I seriously doubt that you’re going to allow me the chance to finish that.”

“No, I won’t,” I agree. “You no longer require a college degree.”

Chiara nods and forces a tight smile. Disappointment flashes in her eyes, but there’s also an understanding there that gives me just a fraction of hope that we can make this work between us. “I was going to be an architect,” she tells me. “I’ve always loved it, which is why I’m so taken with your home. Whoever designed it has an incredible eye.”

“I believe so too,” I agree. “What about your personal life? Have you left anyone behind that I need to be concerned about?”

“Not really,” she says, squirming in her seat. “With how often I worked, there really wasn’t a lot of time for friends. As for a boyfriend. There was this one guy who I was with on and off for a few years, but we officially broke up a few months ago, and I haven’t heard from him since. In hindsight, I probably should have ended it much sooner. He wasn’t always so . . . nice to me, but I was afraid of having no one, so I stuck it out. Now that I look back, I see how much of a loser he was. I deserved much better.”

“I’m glad you see your worth—” I pause, noticing the way she continues to squirm. “Is something the matter?”

“I’m sorry,” she murmurs, leaning closer. “I’m trying to not make a scene, but I can feel you leaking out of me, and soon enough, it’s going to smear on the back of my dress. Then there will be a whole new reason why everybody is looking at me.”

A smirk settles across my lips, and I lean into her, taking her chin and lifting it just enough to meet her eyes. Feeling the stares of multiple people in the room, I lean just a little closer and brush my lips across her temple. “Go get yourself cleaned up, Angel. I’ll be right here waiting for you when you get back.”

17

CHIARA

Cum spreads between my thighs, and I clench everything south of the border as I scurry across the room, the desperation weighing down on me. Any second now, I’ll feel Killian’s cum at my ankles, but what truly has me concerned is just how long I was sitting down. There’s a good chance the back of my silk gown is already destroyed, and if anyone were to see me like that . . . shit. I’ll never live it down. How am I supposed to look like the type of woman who deserves to stand at Killian’s side while looking as though I’ve just pissed myself?

Fuck me.

This isn’t going well.

I rush across the luxurious room, my eyes glued to the little sign on the door indicating the ladies’ room. Only another few steps.

It trickles lower, now at the inside of my knee.

I try to walk cautiously, not allowing my dress to get caught between my legs while scolding myself for being reckless enough to forgo underwear tonight. What the hell was I thinking? What a rookie error.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I’m so close, but yet so far. Just a few more steps, and I’ll be good.

I try to avoid the eyes of all the women tracking me across the room, but as I feel the slimy trickle spreading so much further, my desperation turns into a sheer panic, and I hopscotch my ass the rest of the way to the bathroom.

Barreling through the door, I bunch up my gown, doing everything I can to keep the expensive silk fabric away from Killian’s jizz massacre between my thighs while thanking the Hemsworth Gods that I’m all alone in here.

Hurrying into one of the stalls, I do my best to clean myself up, tearing off squares of toilet paper and trying to scoop up the slimy mess, but at this point, nothing is truly going to help apart from a nice warm shower.

Doing the best I can, I get myself fixed up before finally freeing myself from the small stall. Finding myself still alone, I go the extra mile to dampen some paper towels and give myself one final wipe before deeming my situation officially under control.

Taking a moment to myself, I turn on the tap and hold my fingers under the water while taking in my reflection. My hair is a little out of place, but considering just how thoroughly Killian fucked me in that supply closet, I’ve come out pretty well.

Speaking of Killian. I know he’s the head of the DeLorenzo family and all that, but I wonder just how far his pull is. Do these people bow at his feet and obey his every command? Because some underwear really wouldn’t go astray if he so happened to feel like ordering one of his men to go fetch me a pair. I highly doubt Killian’s going to allow me to walk out those beautiful doors all by myself to go buy a pair of granny panties. He’s starting to trust me, but certainly not that much. To be completely honest, I don’t think I could run anyway. Even if he opened the doors as wide as they could go and told me I was free from this world, I’d stay right there by his side.

This strange world is my life now, and navigating it is going to be the most terrifying thing I’ll ever do. Though, it’s not like I’m really leaving much behind. Opening up to Killian like that—assuming I can call a speed-date run-through of my life opening up—caught me off guard. I was always proud of the life I was able to build for myself, no matter how shitty it was. I came from nothing and was well on my way to reaching for the stars, but I hadn’t realized just how little I had until this world was staring me in the eyes.

These people live insane lives. It truly is the polar opposite of the world I was able to build for myself. They have everything I always dreamed of having, even the loyalty of a solid family who will always have your back no matter what. And me? I was lucky if I managed to stay in a foster home for more than a year at a time.

My past isn’t something I usually like to talk about. I’m a here-and-now kind of girl, but there’s something about Killian that has me willing to share every shitty era of my life. Shit, I even told him about my good-for-nothing ex, Derek. I’ve gone out of my way not to think about him over the past few months, and there I was, sitting across from the most powerful man on the planet, telling him about the asshole who treated me like nothing more than a convenient hole to fuck.

God, I wonder what Killian must think of me after that?

Realizing I’ve been in here just a moment too long, I turn off the water and grab a fresh paper towel to dry my hands. The last thing I need is Killian sending a search party in the form of Sergiu. Fuck, I don’t even want to imagine what that asshole would try to do to me if he got me alone again. Hell, the bruises are only just starting to truly fade, and to be honest, I thought I’d gotten away with it without Killian noticing, but apparently, I’m not as clever as I thought.

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