Page 34 of Blind Sin

She nods her head and bites her bottom lip and that gesture alone is enough to make me forget every promise ever made to anyone.

I’ll be adding fucked sight into a blind girl to my list of sexual accomplishments, I think, feeling like a fucking king. The fact that she’s still got her hand wrapped around my cock isn’t helping my thought process.

“Are you sure?” Course she’s sure, dickwad. It’s getting harder to bring cohesive thoughts to the forefront of my mind when she’s doing what she’s doing. “What did you see?”

She shrugs and the movement makes my cock twitch in her hands. “Nothing substantial, but there was a flash of light. I’ve never seen that before.” She lies down, resting her head on my naked chest and it feels like she was always meant to be there.

I’m going to have to drag her hand away from my cock to have a sensible conversation or I’ll fuck her right now.

“You want me to try again?” So much for sensible conversation.

Her chin digs into my chest as she nods.

I couldn’t have hoped that she’d come to me. At least, I thought she’d go to Mercier first. Even Nix. I’m not one to look a gift fuck in the mouth, so who am I to let her down.

I flip us over so she’s beneath me. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be seeing stars by the end of the night, but before that I’m going to show you how I treat a lady.

I know Mercier enough to know that he probably did some weird kinky shit with her and Nix is so messed up around her, I can’t count on either of them to show her what she really needs.

My cock is so hard at the feel of her lithe body beneath mine, but I’m in no rush. She might belong to all of us, but tonight she’s mine and mine alone.

23

LAUREN

This is the first time in my life I’ve willfully disobeyed Lucy and I’m surprised I don’t feel worse about it. I expected to feel shame or hurt or anything, but here in Dacre’s bed, I feel nothing but excitement. Maybe the wrongness of it all is what’s making it exciting, or maybe it’s just the feel of Dacre's cock pressing against my stomach. This is what I thought would happen when we left that party the other week. Not some amazing fumble that gave me sight, if only for a few seconds. I don’t know if I’ll be able to replicate it again or if it was just an anomaly, but even if it doesn’t work, I want to finish the night that we started. All three of them have taught me things, but it’s Alexander I want to explore the connection with. Nolan takes what he wants and Josh took my virginity, but Alexander gave me something that the others didn’t even try to. He took me on a date. An actual date with music and drink and dancing. Sure, he did it for his own devices, using me as an accessory, but by the end of the night, I felt like a real person. For the first time in my life, I knew what it was like to be human.

Alexander doesn’t move, and I wonder if I’m supposed to be doing something. His body is heavy against mine. It’s pleasant, but I was expecting something else. Something more.

Nerves skitter through me at the thought that I’m doing this all wrong. “Is there something I should do?”

“I’m looking at you. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

I bite down on my lip. Beauty means nothing to me. It’s an abstract concept that I know people with sight put a lot of stock in.

“I know. The media call Lucinda beautiful all the time.”

“I wasn't talking about Lucinda.” He inches closer, and his breath brushes against my ear. “The smell of your hair is beautiful.” He presses his lips to my neck, delivering a soft kiss that elicits a sharp breath from me. “The taste of you is beautiful.” His hand glides down my nightdress, prompting a giggle, before lifting it higher over my thigh and then upward over my stomach. “The sound you make when I touch you is so fucking beautiful, baby.”

Every move he makes is agonizingly slow and calculated, and even though I have limited knowledge of what I need to be doing, my body takes over as my hips arch up under him, desperate for some kind of pressure.

“You really want this, don’t you, baby?” He sounds almost shocked.

“Yes! I want...” I want something different from what the three men have given me before, but something the same too. I can’t articulate the words or try to define what it is I need. It’s primal. “I don’t know what I want,” I admit. I only know that I want whatever it is that Alexander can give me and I want it on my own terms. Not something that is forced on me, but something that is given to me in a way that I’m prepared to accept. I want him in whatever form that is.

“Then let’s figure it out. Sit up a little.”

It’s not easy with his weight on me, but he moves a little to give me space. I do as he asks, remaining still as he gently lifts my nightdress. His fingers lightly graze my skin, causing a tingling sensation as he delicately pulls the fabric up over my stomach. He runs his thumbs over the side of my breasts, then quickly discards the nightdress over my head.

He brings his mouth to mine in a slow, sensual kiss—a moment I've fantasized about since that night at the party. I yearned for him to kiss me on the dance floor as he swayed with me. It didn’t happen quite that way then, but now, it’s like he knows what I want. He takes his time and I fall into it, the fantasy I had is coming true although since that night it’s shaped into something else. I wanted him to be Prince Charming to my Cinderella, but now I just want this as raw and real as it gets. No more hiding behind childhood fairytales. I want Alexander. I want him exactly as he is right now. Unhurried, sweet almost. I begin to kiss more fervently, my body taking over. Alexander pulls back.

“Not so fast. I need to make sure you know what you want.”

“I want you.” I lean up to kiss him again. But he ducks away and I think I hear a slight snort of mirth.

“Oh you’ll have me, but not until you’re really sure.”

“I am sure,” I cry out and then stifle my mouth as I realize how loud I just was.

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