Page 45 of Sinful
“Let’s get out of here.” I slip my fingers between hers, and I’m surprised when she folds her fingers around mine. She walks with me willingly. No more push and pull, Just Sin Waldgrave and me. We’ve barely made it across the floor when someone calls out her name.
“Lucinda?”
My heart rate increases as I take in the source, Matt Deniver. All round American hero, box office champion and next to Lucinda herself, the most famous person on the planet. The actor that every woman wants, and every man wants to be. And Lucinda’s boyfriend.
I grit my teeth as he walks over to us. This is bad in so many ways. Ed should have warned me that Matt was here the second he saw Sin. I’ve never met Matt before, but immediately I don’t like him. Before this year, Sin had been photographed with numerous ‘dates,’ but Matt was the first to be seen out with her more than once. Their supposed love story graced every magazine for months for the first part of the year. They were supposed to be getting engaged if you believe all the shit the gossip mags print.
“Hello.”
I grip her hand tightly. Boyfriend or not, I’m not letting go of her.
“Lucinda, it’s me.” He takes his mask off as though it was hiding his identity. Can’t hide a square jaw like he has with an eye mask. “Matty.”
Sin stiffens beside me. “Er, Hi, Matty. How are you?”
He gives her a strange look. “I thought you were kidnapped? It’s been all over the news. Not a ruse conjured up by the studio to get more press for the movie, is it? I wouldn’t put it past the sly fuckers. Could have let me know though eh?”
She shakes her head stiffly. It’s clear she doesn’t want to be talking to this guy anymore than I do.
"We have to go, sorry. She's not feeling well, and Ed's given us the guest suite," I cut in, annoyance seeping into my words.
Finally, Matt turns his piercing gaze toward me. "Who the fuck are you?"
“He’s my bodyguard,” Sin pipes up. “I’m feeling a little sick because of the sway of the boat. Seasickness.”
Matt’s eyes narrow. “Okay. Give me a call, yeah? Loving the contacts, by the way.”
I pull Sin away from him, desperate to get Sin on her own. She doesn’t have seasickness, she wanted to be away from him too. She wanted to be alone with me? The thought spurs me on through the yacht to the lower deck where the cabins are. I already know which one is reserved for me. I pull Sin in and slam the door, locking it behind us. “You didn’t know him.”
"Who?" she asks, her confusion palpable.
"Who? Only your damn boyfriend. Matt Fucking Deniver," I spit out the words, my hands raking through my hair as I try to contain the rising demons within me. The anger that had momentarily abated is now resurfacing. "You dated him for the first three months of this year. You went to the Oscars with him. Rumors were you were going to marry him. Any of this ringing a bell?"
She dismissively waves her hand. "You shouldn't listen to rumors. You know everything about Hollywood is a lie." Her nonchalance only fuels the intensity of my emotions, a potent mix of frustration, betrayal, and a gnawing sense of helplessness.
“So he’s not your boyfriend?” I want to believe her so badly, but yet again, something doesn’t add up. Maybe Hollywood is having a laugh with us all and they aren’t ready to run down the aisle, but she didn’t know him at all. There was no recognition there, despite the hundreds of magazine covers they must have had to have been photographed so many times together.
“I barely knew him. I think I met him like three times.”
I gaze at her to see if there is any tell on her face. I feel like I’m going crazy and, once again, it’s Sin pushing me there. Every time I talk to her, nothing makes sense.
“I didn’t recognize his voice, because, unless you hadn’t noticed, it was really loud out there. I could barely hear myself think. We’re out on a boat, surrounded by people I don’t know. There’s nowhere for me to go. I take a few too many paces in the wrong direction and I’m in the water. That’s what I was thinking about, not getting hot and heavy with some guy I barely know.”
Relief washes over me. She’s mine. She always was. She’s not the same girl I met when we were both fifteen, but then again, I’m not the same guy. The desperate need to touch her is overwhelming. The others have touched her. I know they have, but neither of them has come close to claiming her. I’ve waited too long.
She stands there, breathing heavily, her tits pressing against the dark dress with each breath. The anticipation becomes an almost tangible force, wrapping around us like an invisible thread. As I gaze at her, a flood of memories transports me back to the days when we were just kids, helplessly and desperately in love. But we’re not kids now and I don’t know about love, but desperation is something that is threatening to consume me. I take a step toward her and her breath hitches in her throat. Her tongue glides over her lips, a small yet deliberate gesture that sends a jolt through me.
When I kiss her, I half expect her to push me away. When she doesn’t, I rip the mask away from her face. She can’t see me, but I need to be able to see her. She’s tense as I deepen the kiss, but she doesn’t resist. She’s uncertain as I part her lips with my tongue. Memories of kisses like this flood back to me. I’ve kissed Sin a million and one times, but this time I know where it’s leading. A surge of excitement sends a hot spark of electricity down to my cock, stiffening it. I pull back to get a good look at her, but she reaches out, grabbing my head to pull me back. Her fingers get caught in my hair, straining it at the roots. It’s such a fucking turn on, I could blow my load just standing here.
I won’t let that happen. I’ve waited too long for this to happen to treat it as though it’s my first time and I can’t control myself.
I could kiss her all night. Just like this, Urgent, desperate, savage almost. Her kisses are almost clumsy in the way she explores my mouth, as though this is the first time we’ve kissed. The first time she’s kissed anyone. It’s another part of her game. She’s still keeping up the act.Whore, goddess, virgin. She’s an enigma waiting to be understood. She’s not a virgin. Even if what she says is true about Matt and all the other Hollywood men she’s been linked to, but I see no reason for her to say she’s never slept with Matt when she told me not ten minutes earlier that she’d lost her virginity to her father’s friend. I push back the anger that’s forming in my mind and harness it. She’s not a virgin, but I’ll play along. I’ll do anything. No more is she my prisoner. I’m all hers. I always was.
She gasps when I pull the dress over her head. She’s not wearing underwear. Nothing at all. My cock almost rams its own way from my pants as I take her in. She’s been teasing me all night, and I didn’t know it. I could have felt up her tiny micro-dress at any point and touched her pussy. She stands completely still, as though she knows I want to appraise her. To see every part of her. Those that were denied to me all those years back, and those that weren’t. I’m going to lick and kiss every damn part of her until she forgets whether she’s playing the whore or the virgin and only remembers one thing. Me. I want to push her back onto the bed and take her now, but we’ve both waited a long time for this. I pull my own clothes off until I’m as naked as she is. Her hands are wrapped around herself by the time I discard my pants. Covering up her nudity.Virgin. She inhales sharply as I reach out for her waist to pull her close, but when I do, she slams her body against mine, almost knocking me over with the force of it.Whore.
I grab her ass, pulling her close, squeezing my cock between us. She tenses up.Virgin.
I’m sick of playing her games. I don’t care anymore what she wants to be. I push her onto the bed. She yelps but straightens herself. Her legs are bent slightly, waiting for me to part them. Her chest rises and falls with each breath, her pert tits inviting my touch. Now that I have her, I don’t know what to do with her first. With any other girl, the choice is easy, but nothing about Sin has ever been easy. Her arms fall to the side, open.
