Page 36 of Sinister

“Here, man.” Alistair holds out a plate to me, his eyes darting to my hand still covered in blood from earlier in the day. I nod in thanks before taking it upstairs to seek some solace in my room and be on my own to stew in my own stupidity.

Chapter nineteen

Monroe

My Doc Martens clomp on the wooden stairs as I make my way to my room, with Chaser hot on my heels. I glance over my shoulder at him and grin at his messy hair and too tight t-shirt that shows off his muscles and tattoos perfectly. I swear these animals I live with here have no idea whose clothing is whose. The t-shirt Chaser has on looks two sizes too small. He’s been my shadow all week. Probably because Rome and I haven’t spoken for days now and he’s been MIA all weekend. Chaser is still trying to work out what happened as neither of us will say.

He slaps my butt playfully and gives me a lopsided grin when I yelp and skip up the rest of the stairs to try and get away from him. Digging through my bag as I head down the hall toward my door, I don’t notice anything untoward until it nearly pokes me in the face.

“What the fuck?” Stabbed to the door with a hunting knife is a black piece of cardboard with the four suit symbol printed on it.

Staring at the knife, my gaze zeroes in on the small spade etched into the handle design. My brain is unable to comprehend what the fuck it’s doing there when Chaser’s front presses up against my back. He reaches around, gripping the handle of the knife and pulls it out of the door. The cardboard falls but I manage to catch it before it hits the floor.

I grab my keys from my bag and unlock my door, walking in carefully, afraid there’s a booby trap or someone waiting in here, but it’s all clear. Walking over to my desk, I drop my bag down and turn the cardboard over in my hands as the loud click of the door closing echoes around the room. I glance up at Chaser who has an opened black envelope in his hands as he stands at the end of my bed.

“Where was that?” I ask.

“On your bed.” He flips it over to look at the half-torn envelope with a blue wax seal still attached to it.

Dread pools in the pit of my stomach. “My door was locked. How the fuck did someone get in here?” I glance at the window which is also closed shut. Taking two large steps toward my bed, I snatch the envelope out of Chaser’s hand and study it.

“It could have been the maid.”

“Bullshit. I know who has been in here.” I pull my door open with more force than necessary and storm up the stairs to the third floor.

With my anger simmering, I take in my surroundings as I haven’t ventured up here yet. It’s decorated much the same as the rest of the place, only there’s a sense of foreboding floating around and it makes me uneasy. I spot Sin’s room instantly with the obnoxious gold crown attached to his dark wooden door. I slam my fist on the door and I’m met with silence. I know he’s in here. I grip the handle and throw the door open, storming in without thinking, to be met with Sin laying back on his bed with his dick in his hand. He lazily continues to stroke himself as I stand in the middle of his room in complete shock, unable to form a coherent thought let alone make my brain tell my legs to get me out of here.

His dark gaze locks with mine, his lips part ever so slightly as his pleasure peaks and ebbs with every movement of his hand. “Want to rub one out for me?” His eyes glow as the devil unmasks itself and his body tightens, letting me see him unhinged and vulnerable.

I choke on my words and a quiet squeak escapes instead. My eyes are glued to his huge dick as his fingers squeeze the tip and then stroke down the impressive length and back up. Watching him pleasure himself makes my insides clench and I can feel the slow dull throb between my legs as I stand there pressing my thighs together.

“Come and taste it. I promise I won’t tell mom you’re my new fucktoy.” He bucks his hips slightly and the movement jerks me back to reality.

“You’re so fucking grotesque.” I spin on my heels and hightail it out of there, my original plan to pick a fight with him gone out the window.

I burst through my door to find Chaser already gone and thank fuck for that because I don’t think I could explain why I’m so flushed and needy after watching my adoptive brother giving himself a hand job. With my heart thrumming in my chest and my pussy throbbing, I lock my door and head to the bathroom to splash my face with water to cool myself down. Opening the top drawer to grab a face washer, I spot the finger vibrator that freak sent me. Picking it up, I climb into the shower fully dressed and turn on the cold water. I don’t even know what I’m doing at this point, my body has taken over and I find myself stripping off my jeans and sitting on the shower floor, the icy cold water doing nothing to dissipate my need to get myself off.

Turning on the little vibrator, its quiet hum is lost in the raging torrent pouring out of the shower head. I spread my legs and close my eyes as I lean against the tiles and hesitantly press the tip of the finger against my clit, rubbing it in small circles. Pleasure spikes through my core instantly and I know it won’t take me long to make myself come. I run the tip of the vibrator down my wetness until it’s sitting at my entrance, I push it in slowly, carefully testing the remnants of him tearing me apart. It feels uncomfortable but not painful per se, more a pleasurable ache that heightens my arousal. I push it in all the way and my pussy clenches around it in anxiety and need. Biting my lip to stop a moan from ripping through my lips, I continue to pump it in and out. Pressing upward to hit my sweet spot, it causes a ripple of pleasure to course through me, curls my toes and makes me throw my head back. I can feel I’m on the brink as I slowly rub up and down my slit to my clit and back, at the same time trying to erase the image of Sin with his massive dick in his hands. But it’s too late, the mental image of him pleasuring himself takes me over the edge and I shatter over the cloned finger of my stalker. Riding the wave of white hot ecstasy, I see stars behind my eyes as wave after wave of aching pleasure flutters through my core and out toward my heavy limbs.

Opening my eyes, it’s as though I’ve come back down from a high I didn’t know I needed. “Shit.” I scramble up off the floor when I realize my bathroom door is wide open and I hope to fuck I didn’t moan out loud as I rode the wave of my fucked up imagination.

Turning off the shower, I climb out, placing the vibrator back in the drawer to clean later. I rip off my drenched hoodie and bra before wrapping a fluffy white towel around me. Come to think of it, I have no idea who replenishes these towels each day. Maybe housekeeping has keys and they’re the ones who placed my ripped envelope on my bed to begin with. Fuck my life with a barbed wire scrubber. I’m a fucking idiot for thinking it was Sin and I’m even more of an idiot for barging into his room. Tightening my towel around me, I beeline for the door when something catches my eye on my bed.

It's at this point I want to cease to exist when I see the fucking envelope and invite I dropped in his room as I escaped earlier. Standing in the middle of my room, I weigh up my options. I could pack my things and leave straight away, never needing to lay eyes on Sin again or I could jump out the window. Either is perfect right about now. I inch toward the door and hesitantly rattle the handle. It’s locked.

Maybe I brought the envelope and invite back in here with me and in my state of utter shock of what I was witnessing I forgot I had them in my hands. Yes, that’s the most reasonable explanation and one I’m sticking to.

My phone pings on my desk and I eye it for a moment before I pad across the room to see who texted me.

Saskia: Baby, we’re getting it on tonight!

Me: I miss you. I feel like it’s been years.

Saskia: Did you read what I wrote.

Me: I did. Where and what time?

Saskia: Open your envelope.

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