Page 13 of Blind Sin

Dacre finishes up, tying the rope to the jetty, and we begin to walk to the house. “Find a way to finish off university from ten thousand miles away, try to appeal to Letterman’s better nature so I can start my internship late then figure a way to get off this island without being murdered by Peter Waldgrave are my top three plans.”

Trust Dacre to come up with the three most boring things to do on a tropical island. I want to finish uni as much as he does. I don’t want to end up a bum like my father, but we’re in paradise... with Sinful.

I turn to Nix for input, hoping for something a little more interesting, but his face is set into a hard scowl, his eyes on the corridor Sinful and Lucinda just disappeared down.

“Nix!” I exclaim, trying to snap him out of his trance. He reluctantly turns to face me.

“What?” he grumbles.

Throwing my bag on the floor in the entrance hall to the house, I jump onto the nearest sofa, taking in the soothing scent of the sea with the slight undercurrent of floral room freshener. The room is huge with sofas on one side, making up the living area and an open plan kitchen on the other. A long dining table splits the room and floor to ceiling windows give a great view of the beach. Tension hangs in the air, denser than the floral aroma courtesy of Dacre's mom's penchant for flowery cleaning products. I can't understand why everyone is such a buzzkill. We've won the jackpot, yet Nix and Dacre look as if they've been handed the job of cleaning the toilets with their fucking toothbrushes.

“What are we going to do now?” I repeat my earlier question.

“Whatever Dacre says.”

“Great input. Forget about all that shit,” I bite out. “We can do that later. I mean, what are we going to do about Sinful?”

Dacre lifts an eyebrow and looks over to Nix, who shrugs. “Nothing.”

It’s like he’s barely in the room. We’re talking about the woman he literally just risked everything for and he’s about as present as a cardboard cut-out. Whatever the reason, it's clear that he's not fully engaged in the conversation.

“She was a virgin, Nix,” I remind him, trying to snap him out of his trance. “Think about it. Think of all the things she hasn’t done. Things that we could show her?” I’ve fantasized about spreading Sinful’s legs since the moment I met her and despite the weird fucked up tension between literally everyone on this island, I’m not going to let Lucinda’s little warning stop me. I’m not Dacre who always has to do what he’s told and I’m not Nix who is going to let a grudge from his past stop him from getting his dick wet.

His facial expression changes subtly as he glares at me. His eyes narrow, revealing the intensity of his emotions. We all feel the weight of the tension in the air, but Nix seems to be stuck in the past, still struggling to move on from his own fucked up past. He readjusts the strap of his bag and makes his way towards the French doors leading to the beach.

Dacre tries to stop him, calling out to him with a puzzled expression on his face. “Where are you going?”

Nix pauses for a moment, turning to face us with a look of frustration etched on his face. “Anywhere but here,” he responds curtly. “You two do what you want. Just leave me, the fuck out of it.”

Irritation bites at me. “You do know that this is literally an island,” I shout out, hoping to make him see the absurdity of his actions. He doesn't even turn back to acknowledge my words as he retreats through the doorway.

“He’s being a short sighted dick brained asshole,” I grin. “But that just means Sinful is all ours.”

“Cut the guy some slack,” Dacre says looking annoyed as he hauls the shopping backs on to the huge open plan kitchen counter and begins unloading the food. “You don’t know what he went through with Lucinda and he thought he’d dealt with all that shit, just to find out that he’d dealt with it with the wrong sister. It’s enough to fuck anyone up.”

“She did nothing to us though, and I’m not going to let Nix’s grudge spoil a party. I feel like I’m the only one with their head not up their own ass lying to themselves here,” I say pointing at Dacre. “You gave up everything that meant anything to you for her. Don’t pretend that you are going to spend the next few weeks sitting on Zoom taking exams, licking Letterman’s ass virtually and scheming to take down one of the richest men on the planet without getting any reward?”

Dacre sighs, suddenly looking tired. “I was thinking of scheming a way out of not being murdered, but I see your point. I didn’t do this for nothing. Lauren belongs to us. Except I doubt Lucinda is going to let her out of her sight for more than five seconds and you heard her. We touch Lauren and they both leave. I gave her my word.”

I sit back comfortably in the chair and rest my head back against my hands. “You’ve never let a bitch stop you getting what you want before. Why, after everything we’ve been through, are you letting that happen now?”

Dacre’s eyes flick over to the corridor that I assume leads to bedrooms before flicking them back to me. “Don’t let Nix hear you calling Lucinda a bitch. He’s on a short fuse as it is and we only need one fuck up and we’re all six feet underground.”

I wave my hand dismissively. “Forget Nix. He’ll come round eventually. What about Sinful? Because if you really are scared of Lucinda, I’ll gladly take the rein and teach her some things.” I grab my crotch to emphasize my point. “We can do what we want with her. Anything. I won’t fucking believe you if you tell me you haven’t thought about it.

Dacre rolls his eyes, but I see the spark of excitement in them. He’s focusing on all the boring crap to keep his mind from what he knows he really wants. I’m pretty sure it’s just another symptom of his fucked up upbringing. Or maybe it’s just because he’s British. Stiff upper lip and all that, when the only thing about him that’s stiff is his dick for Sinful.

He holds his hands up. “Fine. I want her, but we can’t jump in both feet without thinking first.”

“I wasn’t thinking of fucking her with my feet,” I deadpan.

Dacre rolls his eyes again, but I know he’s in... Both feet and all.

8

LAUREN

My bedroom door opens behind me. I can already tell by the lightness in her step that it’s Lucy.

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