Page 47 of My Favorite Sin

“Exactly.”

Confusion fills me. His answer is not at all what I was expecting. Before either of us can say another word, my mother speaks.

“I need another cocktail. Anyone want a refill?”

Every muscle in my body stiffens with panic when I hear her footsteps approach. Dan swears under his breath and shoves the two of us behind the narrow shower splash wall, out of view, but barely.

His fingers continue to work my pussy, in and out repeatedly, the heel of his palm rubbing against my clit with each thrust.

“Dan, we can’t keep?—”

He covers my mouth with his other hand. “I don’t stop until you’re coming on my fingers. Understand?”

He adds a third finger, and I bite his hand to stop myself from moaning at the delicious stretch.

He smirks, his hand picking up speed. “You’re being such a good girl for me. Now, tighten your pussy. Build your orgasm.”

He’s so bossy, yet I love it. I squeeze tight, the pleasure climbing within me, aching for release when I hear my mother’s footsteps right on the other side of the splash wall. This might be the most fucked up thing I’ve ever done, the most fucked up thing I’ve ever been turned on by—the fear of my mother catching me, naked and with Dan’s fingers in me.

“That’s it,” Dan purrs in my ear, lowering his hand from my mouth. “Fuck, you’re such a slut and I love it.”

My body is at his mercy, being this vulnerable in front of Dan. It’s both terrifying and exhilarating, this loss of control. I want him to use me for his pleasure in every way possible.

His thrusting is rough. Rougher than I’ve ever been with myself. His fingers are both an instrument of pleasure and punishment, almost to the point where it hurts, but in the most addictive way. I look into Dan’s eyes, seeing darknessand obsession. Jealousy. It only drives me closer to the edge, knowing how territorial he is over me.

“Dan, please,” I beg, my brows pinching together. What I’m asking for, I don’t know. Definitely not to stop. I’ll be tender afterward, but I don’t care.

“Please, what?” he taunts. “Make you come? Your mother is right around the corner. You want her to find me fucking you with my fingers?”

My pussy clenches at his words. A guttural sound leaves Dan’s chest and his erection presses against my leg. The feeling of his cock pushes me to my peak. Pure, white heat radiates throughout my body as my pussy grips his fingers, pulling them in deeper. I’m gasping, choking on air, my entire body shaking with the force of the orgasm. Dan covers my mouth once more with his palm, muffling the scream of pleasure I have no control over.

As the last vibrations of my orgasm subside, Dan tilts his head around the corner of the splash wall, then releases his hand from my mouth. “Your mother is gone.”

I collapse against the wall, weak and with Dan’s arm around my waist being the only thing holding me up. I’m panting, my throat raw from screaming into his hand. My heart is pounding and I’m lightheaded.

“Fuck,” Dan whispers as I catch my breath, watching me with awe. “Fuck, Ally. You have no clue, do you?”

“About what?”

“The power you have over me. I would do anything for you.”

His words are both everything I want to hear and everything Ishouldn’thear. “Don’t speak like that. We can’t… feel this way for each other.”

Dan lets out a short and cruel laugh, his voice velvet. “Tonight, on your date, let him touch you where I just did.Then, come and tell me if it feels anywhere near as good as what we’ve just done.” He brings his fingers up to his lips, the ones that were just inside me, and sucks every last bit of my wetness off them. “You and I might be wrong for each other. But trust me, Ally, no one has what we have.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

ALLY

Thisis why I left for Paris, because my attraction to Dan brings out the worst in me. What the fuck is wrong with me, letting him finger me within such close proximity to our family.

I get dressed for my date, telling myself that tonight when I’m with Liam, Iwon’tthink about Dan. Iwillenjoy my time with Liam. Iwillbe present with him. We’ll pick things up right where we left off, with good conversation, laughs, kisses, and if he does end up touching me, I’m sure I’ll enjoy it as much as I did with Dan. Perhaps I’ll enjoy it more since there’s nothing wrong about me and Liam being together.

When I return downstairs an hour later, everyone has relocated to the living room, dried off from the pool and back in their clothes, chatting among themselves and grazing on a charcuterie board. I don’t look at Dan, though I feel his eyes on me.

A text message arrives from Liam, letting me know his band has finished their gig here in The Hamptons and he’ll be at my house in fifteen minutes to pick me up. I send areply, telling Liam I’m excited to see him, and to message me from his truck when he arrives and I’ll come out to him.

While I wait, Daxton insists it’s time for our piano competition. Though I’m all nerves and jittery about being in the same room as Dan, I agree, thankful for any excuse to not talk to Dan. Daxton and I sit together on the piano stool and race through scales while everyone continues their conversations.

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