Page 26 of The Secrets of a Sin

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It was midnight on the dot. My nerves were sky-high, but the anticipation was literally killing me. Standing right outside the school entrance, I listen to my heart gallop a million miles per as I gaze out the window. My arms break out in goosebumps as my eyes land on a sleek black car that’s pulling into the St. Catherine’s parking lot.

Arsen wore fancy clothes, had perfect hair and shiny teeth, so, of course, he drove a nice car.

I watched intently as the headlights of Arsen’s car went out, and his form circled his vehicle, heading straight for the entrance. Luckily, he hasn’t caught sight of me yet because I was already a shaky mess. Even from afar, he made my body weak and my thighs quake, and strangely, I believed he was affected by me just as much as I was by him. A man like Arsen Hale was dangerous to my heart, which could mean he would be worse than the men who had already ruined my life.

With heavy calculated strides, he strolled across the pavement like he knew I was watching him. Dressed head to toe in black, I was starting to think he really was a fallen angel. Under the moonlight, he is cast as this enigma, but, deep down, I knew he was damaged, just as I was. It didn’t take a genius to figure that out. But like me, he wasn’t going to divulge his flaws to just anyone. He kept those close to his sleeve just as I did.

Like perfect clockwork, his head slowly lifts, revealing those intoxicating eyes that strike right through me. My throat clogged as he silently waited in front of the doors for me to unlock them, and like the asshole he is, a smirk appeared across his sinful lips. Rolling my eyes, I finger the lock and open the door for him. “You’re late.” I huff as his manly smell invades my nostrils.

“You intend to punish me?” He taunts, spinning around to face me with a raised brow and a hint of curiosity in his stare. I hated his cockiness, hated the way my body felt alive whenever he was near. But I had to prove to myself I could resist a man, even if he is the most irresistible man I have ever encountered.

“In your dreams.” I lift my chin. “I’m sure Principal Welch would be happy to help you in that department.”

Brushing a single finger across his bottom lip, he lets out a short chuckle that vibrates down my back and trails towards my hot center. “Something tells me you’d enjoy it more.”

Jesus, this man was infuriating. It was like he knew exactly what buttons to press to rile me up.

“Can you just stop?” I cross my arms over my chest in annoyance. I wasn’t going to sit here all night and go back and forth with him. After last night’s ‘slip up’, I swore to myself that Arsen would never see me like that again. See me so desperate and unhinged for that ten-second high I madly fantasized about.

He was so damn infuriating and potent that I felt his intensity seep through my bones. I was now sure I was permanently marred by him. But the worst of it all is that he wants me too. Not in the simple infatuation kind of way. He wants me carnally. As I leisurely fucked myself on his thigh, I saw the raw hunger in his eyes. I was shocked he didn’t take advantage of my anguished state, but I wasn’t all that surprised when he decided to humiliate me instead. I should’ve known he was going to be an asshole, just like the two men who ruined my life. But they at least had the decency to let me come before they decimated my reputation.

“Last night was a… huge, ginormous, never-going-to-happen-again mistake that I wish never happened.” I awkwardly admit with extra fidgety hands that can’t seem to stop moving. “I… I don’t know what came over me, but I’d like for us to forget the incident and move on.” I straighten my stance and meet his eyes, seeing an amused expression as his mouth turns up into another smirk. He remains silent as I widen my eyes waiting for his answer. “Arsen…” I groan, starting to feel a bit heated under his heavy stare and intimidating frame.

“You want me to forget about you fucking my leg last night?

Jesus.

Cringing, I slowly nod, swallowing a large lump in my throat as he chuckles darkly.

“Kind of hard when you left a stain on my right pant leg.” He brushes a lone finger across the bottom of his lip as I feel seconds away from darting down the hall and hiding.

Why was he doing this to me?

Every word that comes out of this man’s mouth was either demeaning, rude as hell, or angry. Nothing nice is ever uttered from his lips.

“Arsen, I’m serious.” I beg, hoping he notices the desperation in my voice. The only way I was going to forget and move on was if he forgot it as well. “I can’t help you if all I can think about is what we did and how humiliated I feel about it…” I gravitate my eyes away from his as I feel my cheeks heat to a burning degree. I was beyond mortified about what happened. How easily I lost it and let my emotions take over. But what made me more uneasy was the fact that his eyes never left my face as he remained silent and unresponsive. Gnawing at my bottom lip for some sort of comfort, I reluctantly meet his potent stare head-on. For a second there, I notice a slight twitch of his mouth, but it’s soon hidden by his finger that kneads back and forth across his chin and lower lip. “And here I thought you were an expert at fucking men’s thighs.” He jokes, causing me to internally cringe and heat up.

“I’m not. I don’t do… those kinds of things anymore.” I stammer, not wanting to go further into detail, but his curious expression and darkened eyes say that I'm totally in for it. “Before you even ask, no. I’m not discussing any of this with you.”

Standing a couple of feet in front of me, Arsen closes the gap between us in one long step that has my heart galloping and causes my breathing to stagger. Every part of him is invading my senses, and I am as helpless as I am fucked. Dressed in a pair of stained leggings and a long sleeve tee, Arsen greedily swallows me whole as if I was wearing the most scandalous pair of lingerie when, in reality, I looked damn near homeless. “Anymore? Now you have me intrigued, angel.” His nostrils flare as he inhales me in. My eyes flutter for a short moment as ruinous ideas course through my head and down to my traitorous center. His eyes alone cause a cataclysmic quake to rock my thighs, but it is his closeness that has me trembling from head to toe. By now, he knows the best way to torment me was not to touch me. That standing nearly nose-to-nose would be enough to send me into cardiac arrest or perhaps something worse.

“Don’t call me angel.” I try to muster up my best snarl, but Arsen’s wide toothy grin has my thighs twisting. His striking face slowly lowers until our eyes are perfectly aligned, and all I see are pools of black which have me afraid of drowning in their depths. It's as if his pupils no longer exist, and his whole eye is now the darkest shade of black I’ve ever encountered.

“I think I’ve earned the right to call you whatever the fuck I please, don’t you agree?” He stares deep into my soul, clawing his way further and further into a place I didn’t want him to find. I closed off the deepest parts of me, knowing that if I let myself open again, I would just end up hurt like before. I was already too damaged and broken beyond repair, and a man like Arsen would be enough to shatter me completely.

With a scrunch of my face, I glare hard into his soul-sucking eyes. “How the hell have you earned that right? You’ve been nothing but an ass to me the whole time we’ve known each other.”

He chuckles lowly in my face, causing my nostrils to fill with a mixture of his minty breath and tobacco. The smell is dominant, conquering my senses and warping them all until every piece of Arsen becomes permanently engraved into my body. “I’ve earned that right the second I’ve felt that juicy cunt of yours rub against my leg. Perhaps instead of using a harmless nickname, I should return the sentiment?” Brushing his hand across my taut stomach, my insides squirm, and my skin breaks out in a cluster of goosebumps. As he strokes below my belly button, his eyes lock in on my mouth, staring at my lips as if he's starving for a taste. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Choking on my cock until your eyes fill with tears.” His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and it takes every ounce of strength inside me not to taste his mouth.

The mention of his cock doesn’t make matters any easier.

“Open your mouth for me, angel. Let me see just how wide you can go.” He demands with a glazed look in his eyes. I am bewitched and in a fragile state as every part of me wants to obey him.

But obeying Arsen would be my downfall. Once I let him have all of me, I’d want all of him.

“I thought you didn’t fuck teenagers.” I argue, even though I am already considered an adult at eighteen. But at this point, I would say anything to get a rise out of him.

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