Page 16 of The Secrets of a Sin

Or did other things.

Apparently, he had a thing for older women.

“Arsen!” She snaps, revealing his name which suits him completely. She stands up abruptly, terror and tears filling her greyish eyes as she glances at me with worry. “Nothing happened.” She shouts like she’s trying to convince herself and not me. Grinning wickedly, a strand of Arsen’s inky hair falls over his forehead as his eyes linger over her chest. Something definitely happened between the two of them and a fog of jealousy courses through me.

“If by nothing you mean you spread your legs for me right on this desk.” He grins as his voice drops an octave and I feel my legs quiver. “Begging me to rid you of your wicked thoughts with my tongue?”

Jesus.

Her face immediately pales and her legs wobble until her hands find her desk to stable herself. Mortified, she’s rendered speechless.

“Leave before I ruin her virgin ears with more filth.” He snarls in her direction, insinuating I’m the one with the virgin ears.

If he only knew.

Welch opens her mouth but quickly closes it with a sob before scurrying past me and out of the room. Once the door shuts, leaving me alone with Arsen, I find it difficult to meet his eyes. Standing awkwardly by the door, my skin ignites as I feel his eyes inhale me, sending my steady breathing into a panic.

“You had sex with her?” The question came out before I could stop myself. Lifting my chin, I catch his fierce stare as if he’s trying to read my emotions.

Like he’s trying to test me.

“No.” He simply says, causing my mouth to frown. “Nothing happened.” Crossing his arms over his broad chest, he doesn’t seem fazed by the fact he said those horrible things to Principal Welch.

“Then why say those nasty things?” I ask while staring at him like he’s deranged but he appears to be wearing armor that deflects my words.

“There’s nothing nasty about fucking or talking about it. It’s only nasty when the Principal of a supposed respectable school pleads you to lick her cunt as if I’ll absolve all her sins with my tongue.” My mouth drops to the floor-at a loss for words. He uncrosses his arms and takes a step forward until his ass drops down into her chair behind the desk. Leaning back and kicking up his feet, he makes himself right at home.

“You must have said something to lead her on then.” I interrogate, slowly trailing my eyes up his torso to where his arms rest behind his head. The thrum of my heart increases just like the ache that throbs between my legs. Digging my teeth onto my lower lip, I try to focus on the pain rather than the insatiable need to attack this man. It was maddening how I couldn’t even control my own body.

“I didn’t have to say anything. I could practically smell the wetness that saturated her legs whenever I spoke with her.” His cocky tone rubbed me the wrong way and made me scoff in disbelief. He notices my remark and grins widely while rising out of the chair and strutting over to me with confidence in each stride. My body tenses and I can’t find the muscles to move my legs away from him. He knew the effect he had on women, and he knew that I was under his spell as well. “All I wanted was answers.” He said forcibly as he began to circle around me like I was some sort of window display. “Her thighs quaked from my voice alone.” He whispered in a low rich tone from behind me and I struggled to keep my own legs steady. “Her eyes rolled back into her head as she proceeded to finger herself on her desk.”

“I don’t believe a word you're saying to me.” I swallow as I feel his eyes burn through my back before stepping around me and facing my front. His flawless lips form a sinister smirk, drawing my attention to his pearly white teeth.

“Would you believe me if I said I wanted to fuck her?” A single brow rose as his face appeared emotionless. My breath hitched slightly, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from him no matter how much I wanted to.

“Yes.” I muttered softly.

“Would you believe me if I said I wanted to fuck you?” His voice dropped lower, and I swear as I stared into his eyes, I saw hell. Specks of red emerged across his pupils resembling a fiery ring that sent a twinge in my chest.

“What is it you want from me?” I growl, knowing he only said that to fuck with me.

Fuck with my head like he was doing with Principal Welch.

“Answers.” He spins around and drops back down into the chair.

“I told the cops everything I know.”

“Phoebe wasn’t suicidal.” He growls, noticing my mouth and he quickly averts his eyes elsewhere. “The cops, this fucking school thinks she did this. I know her. I know my sister more than any bastard out there and they want to tell me she took a knife to her own throat.” I can feel his rage vibrate the room as his eyes turn to black holes, sucking the life out of anyone who gazes upon him. “You found her.” He says in a calmer tone. “You saw her first.”

Swallowing, I can still feel her dried blood crusted onto my skin. Peering down, I notice my palms rubbing down the sides of my skirt trying to scrub off the blood that's not there.

“You know she didn’t do this.” He states as he moves his arms from behind him and leans in my direction. “You know she was murdered.”

Shaking my head, I glance down at my feet trying to avoid his intensity. “I saw what the cops saw.”

“You saw my sister, who was brutally murdered, lying in a pool of blood.” He snaps. “Detective fucking Rolland and the other dipshit cops want to tell me there are no signs of struggle or anything that indicates a homicide. But I call bullshit. Phoebe may have had her issues, but she would never go out like this.” His body shakes with fury, and I don’t blame him. My body softens noticing just how grief-stricken he was.

“Have you tried talking with them about redoing the investigation?” My voice resembles a mouse while he leers at me with deadly intent. But instead of attacking, he shocks me by chuckling darkly.

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