Page 25 of Blind Sin

“But she did get over her fear of the water.” I gesture proudly toward Sinful, now gripping the pool's edge like a vice. “She walked right from the middle to the edge without my help.”

“That’s great!” Lucinda beams, genuine enthusiasm in her voice. She sits down on the lounger she vacated earlier and, instead of picking up the book, her eyes dart over to the staff house. She looks deep in thought. Thinking about Nix’s cock no doubt.

Sinful pushes herself up onto the pool's edge, snatching a towel that she wraps around her entire body. “It’s getting warm. Maybe I should go inside and have a shower. Wash the chlorine off.”

My Sinful, who was shamelessly rubbing herself against me just moments ago, now retreats timidly. I swim to the edge and hop out, determined to follow her.

“Hey Sinful.” I catch up to her as we step into the house. “Another lesson tonight?”

“I could teach her,” Alexander chimes in, casually walking past me. Sinful tenses at the sound of his footsteps fading down the corridor.

“I thought you said no one could see me,” she hisses.

“I said your sister had left to go to the bathroom.” I close the distance between us, my tone low and I wonder if she can hear the smug smile on my face. “Dacre was watching you the whole time.”

Her cheeks flame with embarrassment, and she scuttles off to her bathroom, closing the door quickly.

16

DACRE

“You fucked her.” It’s a statement rather than an accusation, because I know Mercier too well to expect him to lie about it. Even if he tries, it’s etched all over his smug features.

“I just taught her how to swim.” He shrugs, a grin coating his face. “If she had an orgasm while learning the front crawl, that’s hardly my fault. Besides, you were watching. You know I didn’t fuck her. I might have used my fingers.”

Irritation mixes with jealousy, making me grip the arms of the sofa harder than I intended and nearly sending my laptop crashing to the floor. I grab it and pull it closer to me so it doesn’t end up in pieces on the floor. “It’s going to be interesting to see who murders you first, Lucinda or Nix.”

Bastard doesn’t even seem fazed. “No one’s going to murder anyone, unless you’re going to throw your computer at me in a fit of jealousy of feeling that righteous pussy when you so desperately want to.”

I hate that he’s right. I stand, tucking the computer under my arm. “My feelings have nothing to do with this. We’ve been here less than two days and already you are jeopardizing everything. We agreed to not touch her.”

“Actually,” Mercier says, standing up and heading over to the kitchen island where he picks up a cherry from a bowl and pops it between his teeth, giving me a grin before sucking it back into his mouth and swallowing it whole. “You said you would not touch her. If you included me in that statement, that’s your own fault. I promised no one anything.”

Frustration is mounting within me. “We have finals in two weeks, Nix hasn't been seen in days, and, unless you've forgotten, every police department in the known world is out there looking for us, not to mention Waldgrave's men who will shoot us before they ask questions.”

“All the more reason to have some fun before we inevitably end up...” he runs his finger across his neck before popping another cherry between his teeth. “Did you know that our sweet Sinful has never masturbated?” He smirks. “Not until now, anyway. I’m pretty sure she will do tonight and that she’ll be thinking of me when she does.”

I grit my teeth against a wave of anger and put the computer down on the kitchen island.

“You’re playing with fire.”

Mercier leans casually against the island. A knowing smile tugs at the corners of his lips, an unmistakable air of arrogance emanating from his very being. His eyes flicker with a mischievous glimmer. “And you're jealous,” he retorts, the words cutting through the air like a double-edged blade. There's an underlying hint of satisfaction in his voice, as if he revels in stoking the flames. “She knows nothing. Everything she knows about how her body feels she got from us. Now, I don’t know about you, but if I had known that a couple of weeks ago, I might have done things differently.”

I rub my temples. “What are you talking about?”

“The girl needs teaching how to make her body sing. Sure, we can all stand back and think about what she’s going to do to herself tonight and which one of us she’ll be thinking about, or we can make it so it’s us.”

I can’t believe I’m actually thinking about this. Actually, I’ll be thinking about the sweet expression on Lauren’s face as she scrunches her eyes and her lips part as her fingers explore parts of herself that she’s so far left unexplored. I’d be lying if I said that the thought of that didn’t turn me on, and there’s no way in hell I want her mind filled with Mercier tonight.

I can’t blame him for wanting her. She’s a fucking masterpiece but she’s also clay to be molded. I’m just not sure that we are the ones that should be molding her. We have enough shit to deal with already without sneaking round the house like two tomcats trying to rut the resident kitty. Even as I fight with myself, I see her appear in the aperture of the window. She’s walking by the shoreline with her sister. While Lucinda walks with the grace of years of supermodel training, Lauren lollops beside her. It’s irritating the way she doesn’t have the poise of her identical sister, but it’s also cute. Too cute for her own good. I want her. I’ve never denied it, and knowing that she’s practically a virgin - I don’t count the fact that Nix popped her cherry. She needs more than a quick angry fuck which I’m sure is what Nix gave her. Virgins have never turned me on in the past. Too much work. I usually like women that know what they want. Not that I ever give them what they want, but with Lauren it’s different. It’s like she already belongs to us.

Plus the thought of her first experiences being Mercier’s freaky shit. Fuck knows what he’ll get her doing if he gets his hands on her.

“I guess I could show her how it’s done,” I say, turning my gaze away from the window, “Before you completely fuck her up that is.” I return his grin and pull the bowl of cherries from his reach.

“Fair enough. I’ll teach her to be a kinky bitch and you can practice your vanilla shit on her.”

I give him a withering look. “How do you propose we go about this because I stopped sneaking around like a teenager when I stoppedbeinga teenager.”

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