Page 53 of My Favorite Sin

“What’s got you so heated all of a sudden?” Violet glances over her shoulder, searching for the source.

“Nothing,” I say too fast, panicked that she’ll see who I’m glaring at and piece everything together.

“Wow.” She laughs, turning back to me. “Is it a guy?”

“No. It’s nothing.”

“Doesn’t seem like nothing. Who is he?”

“No one. Just…” I sigh, feeding her the least amount of information possible in the hopes that she’ll drop this conversation. “I saw him talking to a woman.”

“You don’t like him talking to another woman?”

“It’s complicated.”

She presses her lips together, watching me with a knowing look in her eyes. “It doesn’t seem complicated at all. You don’t give two shits about Liam sleeping with otherpeople, yet here you are, glaring at a guy for merely talking to another woman.”

It does sound ridiculous when she states it like that. I should be thinking about Liam non-stop, eager to see him again after we became more intimate. Yet Dan is still the only one on my mind. I tried to convince myself that last night with Liam was awkward because it was our first time doing anything sexual. In all honesty, I really like Liam, but I think he might only be a friend.

After last night didn’t go to plan with Liam, I’ve decided to stop hating myself for the things I like and want. It doesn’t mean Dan and I can be together in the long run. People would eventually find out about us and we’d never be accepted as a couple. We’d be a scandal that would impact too many people around us. But I’m going to stop worrying about the future and enjoy what I have now.

“Ally, honey,” my mother calls. She’s standing by the maze with Josh and a bunch of photographers, waving me over. “Family photo.”

I excuse myself from Violet’s side and weave through the crowded garden, arriving for the photo at the same time as Dan does.

“Sis,” he greets, stepping alongside me into the shot with our parents. I’m right in the middle, with my mother and Josh to my right and Dan on my left.

Ignoring his smug greeting, I smile for the cameras. On the inside, I’m purring over the tone he used with me. Thankfully, no one else heard him over the noise of the reporters calling out to us and the cameras flashing.

“Beautiful, as always.” Dan looks me over in my champagne satin dress. The hem is short, sitting mid-thigh length. To keep warm, I have a faux fur white jacket on. My hair is pulled back from my face with a pink ribbon.

“I’m glad you could make it tonight, son,” Josh says from the far right of the group.

“Got to make an appearance at these things every once in a while.”

“No Felix, Tyler, or Killian tonight?”

“Just me,” Dan answers him, leaning in a little closer and placing his hand on my ass.

I stiffen from his touch, knowing I should pull away, but I don’t see how I can in such a public setting. The hedge wall offers protection so no one can see us from behind. I just hope no one gets a side view.

“You okay?” Dan asks, his voice concerned but the look in his eyes amused. “Smile for the cameras. Happy family, right?”

His hand slips beneath my dress, to my bare ass in my thong. I maintain my cool exterior, though I’m panicking and…throbbing. A rush of arousal soaks my panties. Jesus. He’s touching my ass right beside our parents and in front of the press. I even spot Principal Sinclair in the crowd, watching us.

“Ally, incredible performance tonight,” a reporter calls out to me. “Tell us about your studies at the Paris Conservatoire.”

“It was—” My words cut short as Dan pulls my thong to the side and strokes my clit. “Um…” My voice wavers and I’m trembling. My legs clamp, trying to ward off his hand, both loving and panicking over every second of this torture. He leaves my clit alone but pushes a finger inside my pussy. I bite my tongue to prevent a moan, working hard to keep the smile on my face. “I had a... good year.”

“Dan, your father says you were the one who sent an audition tape on Ally’s behalf.”

He starts thrusting in slow strokes. “What can I say,we’re a tight family. I’d do anything to make my little sister happy.”

My pussy grips Dan’s finger, seeking out an orgasm when I hear his label for me.

The focus shifts to my mother as a reporter asks her a question. Dan leans down and whispers in my ear. “Fuck, you’re actually getting off on this.”

I nod, knowing if I speak, I won’t be able to maintain my composure. I squeeze his finger again.

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