Page 39 of Blind Sin

“For fuck’s sake. Go talk to her.”

“Who?”

As if he doesn’t know. He’s barely said a word to Lucinda since we touched down a week ago. And Lauren is never far enough away from her sister to get them apart.

As if on cue, both women walk through the door. Lauren is in a long flowing summer dress with a sunhat on. Lucinda is wearing one of the bikinis she bought with a small sarong skirt wrapped around her waist. Dark glasses cover her eyes, but I can see the annoyance in her expression as she catches Nix here.

“Sorry. I didn’t think you’d be here. We’ll come back.” She reaches out to grab Lauren’s arm, something she’s done a million times in the past week, but instead she catches her hand.

I cast my eyes over to Nix and make a move. “Why don’t you two chat?” I say, standing up and grabbing Lauren’s hand. “We’ll make ourselves scarce.”

I’m sure I see a ghost of a smile cross Sinful’s expression as her fingers lace through mine.

Lucinda, on the other hand, looks about ready to chop my dick off with her teeth. Her sudden shift from calm to defensive catches me off guard, but then again, Nix could turn a lap dog into a pit-bull. “I don’t have anything to say to Nix,” she states firmly.

My head turns from Lucinda’s death stare, to Nix, who isn’t even bothering to raise his eyes to watch this unfold.

“Maybe Nix has something he wants to say to you,” I point out. Sinful’s fingers tighten around mine. If I don’t get her out of here soon, I’m going to regret it. Just the light touch of her fingers rubbing against my palm has my mind turning to where else her fingers could be rubbing.

Come, the fuck, on, I mentally shout at Nix, through staring at him is proving useless. He’s not even looking.

“Haven’t you?” I kick his foot and, finally, he looks up, a dour expression on his face.

I give him a pointed look and shift my eyes to Sinful quickly. He knows I want to be alone with her. Damn it. I’ve had to watch her parade around in barely any clothes, knowing she’s secretly fucking Dacre for days. I’ve been a fucking saint, keeping a safe distance, but now it’s my turn for some alone time with Sinful.

She strengthens her grip on mine, but it’s Nix her eyes are turned to. It’s like she can actually see him. I know we promised that we’d all share her, but in the last week, Nix has barely seen her. I have no idea what it is that keeps her attention wandering over to him. Even now, as she holds her breath, waiting for her sister to let her go, I’m wondering if it’s Lucinda’s response, or Nix’s she’s waiting for.

“Yeah, we should talk.” He sounds like he’d rather do anything but talk, but it’s enough. I guess Lucinda has been waiting for the chance, despite what she says.

“Stay on the beach, where I can see you,” she warns, turning to me. “And don’t be out there too long.”

I tip an imaginary hat and give her a patented Mercier grin before whisking Sinful out through the doorway and onto the sand.

I turn back and give them both a wave through the open window. Only Lucinda sees me but she doesn’t wave back.

Now I have Sinful, I’m itching to strip the bikini from her body and fuck her right on the beach. I don’t even care if Lucinda and Nix watch, but I figure if I do that, it will be a onetime action, and I plan of fucking Sinful over and over again, without her sister’s wrath spoiling the fun before I even shoot my load.

Her bruises that Waldgrave’s bastard goon gave to her in the house in Canada are almost gone, and despite the truckloads of sunscreen she slathers on, her skin color has deepened. She’s no longer the ghost that came into our lives.

“What does the sea look like?” she asks as we walk barefoot on the sand.

“It's like the sky, but it's more alive, more dynamic. It has its own personality, its own rhythm.” I lean into her and inhale the sweet scent of coconut. “It's fucking amazing.”

She nods, a faraway look in her eyes. “That's what it feels like,” she murmurs dreamily. “When I'm in it, it feels like I'm a part of something vast and powerful.”

I run my nose up her neck, dropping a small kiss just below her ear. She inhales sharply, and closes her eyes as I drop another kiss. “You're not a part of anything,” I growl into her ear. “Not with only your ankles in.” In a spontaneous move, I scoop her up, slinging her over my shoulder. Her startled scream is faint, a mixture of surprise and fear, but it's not overwhelmed by terror.

I can feel her heart pounding against my back, her body tense with anticipation and a hint of excitement. I know there's a risk of Lucinda finding out and dragging us back, but I get the feeling arguing with Nix will take her concentration. Sinful’s body hangs down my back, tits pressed up against my spine and her arms pulled up. My hands are over her legs and it takes ever ounce of control I have not to run them up her inner thigh and see how wet she is. She’s going to be a whole lot wetter soon enough and in more ways than one. She runs her arms around my waist, sinking her fingers into my abs as though her life depends on it.

The fear on this girl is something else. I used to enjoy seeing fear on women. It gave me a hard on, made life more interesting. It was a game, but with Sinful, I find it frustrating and rage inducing. Most people get over their fear of things when they are kids, but because of her bastard father, she’s never experienced anything, and even now, she only has us to guide her.

She stiffens as her feet touch the water, but I won’t stop until I’m at least up to my waist. She’s shorter than me by quite a few inches, but for what I plan on doing to her, he’s going to have to have some coverage of water. Every swimming lesson we’ve had has been another round of foreplay, and despite me jerking off to thoughts of that tight pussy of hers, it’s about time my cock felt what my fingers already know.

“Don’t let go of me,” she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of waves lapping. My feet sink into the sand, and when I think I’m far enough out, I lower her into the sea. She grips me as though I’m dangling her over a fifty foot cliff instead of dropping her into four feet of water.

“You can stand up here. Put your feet down,” I command. Having her gripping my body, her skin on mine, her tits squashed against my chest has my cock pressing against my shorts. I’m almost enjoying this enough to let her cling to me and fuck her standing up. I would too, if it wasn’t for Lucinda.

“I’ll hold you. The sea is shallow without much tide. It won’t hurt you. Pretend we’re back in the swimming pool. You’ve been doing so well, my Sinful. This is no different.”

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