Page 24 of The Secrets of a Sin

With someone I never even knew existed. A mixture of betrayal and confusion slams into me, from wondering why the fuck she would keep this from me. We were more than just related by blood. We learned to rely on one another when we had no one else. I was her savior, the one she trusted with everything. The world fucked us both over until all we had was one another.

“Who was she seeing?” I try to ask forcefully, but my voice breaks on impact. Charlotte seems to notice the shift in me, and her eyes soften in remorse.

“I don’t know.” She answers truthfully as her gaze focuses on me fiercely. “I’ve never seen her with anyone.”

Shoving the necklace into my pants pocket, I watch as Charlotte extends a tissue in my direction and slightly nods to my bloody palm. Instead of indulging her, I bring my hand up towards my mouth. With a swipe of my tongue I savor the coppery liquid. Her eyes widen at my action, but I can sense the raw desire in her stare as I lick my hand clean in slow drags. She wasn’t shy about displaying her want for me. The way she was eyeing my tongue was as if she wanted to control it, have it shoved between her sweet thighs instead of on my skin.

“S... So…” She averts her eyes from mine and steps further into her room, where she takes a seat on her small bed. “Do you want my help or not?”

My eyes skim over her delicate features, wondering why the hell I was so affected by her. Women were never more than just a quick fuck for me, but my release wasn’t always what I needed. I demanded control, the feel of flesh beneath my fingertips as I sunk further and further into this dark hole that consumed me.

I wanted their fear. I needed their pain to fuel me.

“You’ve already agreed to help, Charlotte.” I answer as I find myself imagining her laid bare on her bed as her eyes plead with me to relieve the ache between her thighs. My eyes lower to her ample chest, wondering if her nipples would stiffen from my stare alone or if I would have to swirl the bud with the tip of my tongue. So many fucking unanswered questions about Charlotte that made me foolishly desperate to answer every single one of them, but instead, I resort to focusing on my exit. “I’ll be back tomorrow.” I start to walk towards the door when Charlotte quickly interrupts.

“Wait!” She shouts. “I can’t… I can’t be seen with you during the day. I have classes and meetings.”

“Guess it’s time to remove that halo from your head then.” I mock. “Let me in through the front doors at midnight.”

“I can’t just sneak around the school.” She huffs in disbelief. “We have a curfew.”

Shrugging, I meet her stare one last time. “Be there at midnight, or don’t. I’ll find a way in. Maybe through that window over there.” I nod towards the glass window beside her bed.

“Guess I’ll have to lock my window then.”

“If you think a lock will prevent me from getting into your room, then perhaps you need to keep that halo.” I chuckle softly with my hand on the door. “On second thought, don’t meet me at the front doors. I’d like to prove my theory right when I sneak in through your window.”

Her brow lowers. “What theory?”

“That you sleep naked.” I grin widely, dragging my top teeth over the skin of my bottom lip in hopes of setting her eyes on fire again. She watches my movement fiercely, lighting up like a damn firework display as her slim legs quiver uncontrollably. Part of me wants to lock the door and spread her wide open on her bed to see if her legs would shake against the breadth of my shoulders as I licked her cunt clean, but that would be too easy. I need a little push and pull with women... A bit of defiance and a sharp tongue to get me going, and I knew it would only be a matter of time until Charlotte realized I was just as fucked up as the person who murdered my sister.

“You're disgusting.” Charlotte spits out, but the tone in her usual soft voice sounds raspier than normal. “I'll make sure to sleep with extra clothing on.” She grumbles, causing my mouth to turn upwards, but I make sure I keep my back to her, so she doesn't see.

“Disgusting is the way your pussy melts whenever I'm near.” My words tear through the air like a dagger, intending to cause harm but instead, all I hear is a dark chuckle and feel a pillow smack the middle of my back. My fists clench on instinct, eager for the sight of Charlotte on her knees as I wrap my fingers around her delicate throat until her skin turns blue.

“Talk about my pussy again and the only thing melting will be your balls when I pour hot grease down your pants.”

Jesus, why did my dick harden like a fucking…when she said that? My painful erection pressed hard against the zipper of my pants as my mind swirled with ideas that included my balls and Charlotte's mouth, minus the hot grease.

Damn, was she tempting.

An angel in disguise sent to torment me far worse than what I have already been through over the years. Her body was built for sinful acts, even if she covered it in devout clothing as if it would eliminate her allure. However, there was no concealing a woman like her. A woman with a voice like a cruel lullaby that would send any man into a fucking feeding frenzy for her... eyes that would hypnotize with just one look and lips that would steal your very existence if they touched your flesh.

“I advise you to keep your hands to yourself, or else, I'll consider that as an invitation.” I keep my tone level, needing to escape her room before I do something stupid.

“If only Phoebe could hear the way you speak to women.” She growls, striking a nerve inside me that claws at my insides until I feel like my heart is bleeding out in my chest. I quickly spin on my heel and rush her with flared nostrils and deadly intent. She remains seated and stoic as my fingers latch onto the soft material of her blazer and yank her off the bed until I’m nose-to-nose with her. Liquid fire circulates through my veins as our eyes clash in a war of emotions.

“I speak to them how they want to be treated.2 I growl across her parted lips that smell like fucking cherries and mint. My tongue dances on the edge of my mouth, desperate to taste her juicy flesh, but instead, I start messing with the button of her jacket, testing the waters to see how far she’d let me go. “Women want one thing from a man like me. And it isn’t sweet words.” I managed to unhook the top button, giving me a small view of her white undershirt that I could easily rip with a slight tug of my hand. Her breath jumps in surprise, but she doesn’t attempt to push me away. Instead, she watches me with crazed eyes, like she can’t believe she’s letting me do this. Willingly letting me undress her after I insulted her pussy and manhandled her off the bed. Maybe she is more desperate for my cock than I initially thought?

“A man like you isn’t all that special.” She pants between breaths as I work my magic on the second button, then the third.

“Perhaps not on the outside.” I press my body further into hers, forcing my erection between her soft thighs until it hits her sweet spot. “But they all know my cock was meant for hard fucking and making women come so violently, they’ll see stars for days.” I swear her eyes roll into the back of her head as her hips slowly gyrate onto me. Her one leg slowly lifts off the ground until she’s half-ass straddling my leg and her movements continue. Steadily fucking my leg like her own personal toy, grinding with soft pants that have my fists clenched tightly at my sides. I know the last thing I should be doing is encouraging her to soak my thigh, but it is as if we are both in a trance. Her maneuvers are graceful and measured like she was built for this.

Built for fucking.

Her head falls back in a low sigh, revealing her flawless neck that my mouth is itching to sink my canines into. I want to taste her flesh and lap up the slight sheen of sweat that is building on her body, but I can’t peel my eyes off her form. Swirl after glorious swirl, I find myself pressing my leg further into her center, feeling her juices wet my slacks until I feel it dripping down my calf.

Fucking Christ, was she a vision. Taking what she wanted, even if it meant regretting it in the long run.

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