Page 31 of Tempted By Sin

“No problems at all,” I say instead as I lather body wash all over my body, hoping it’ll clean away the shame clinging to my skin.

“Good,” Liam says. “I’ll wait for you in the bedroom while you finish up.”

My heart thunders in my ears as I listen to his retreating footsteps. It isn’t until the bathroom door closes that I release the breath I have been holding.

God, what am I going to do about the situation I have found myself in?

On the one hand, I care for Liam. I mean, he is my fiancé after all, and we share a lot of memories together. But do I actually love him? Or am I simply tricking myself into thinking that I do for the convenience of living this wonderful life we share together and his ability to help pay for my mother’s medical bills?

But on the other hand, despite how fucked up it may be, I can’t deny the physical attraction I feel for Ace whenever he’s around. My body responds to his in a way that it never has for Liam or anyone before him. It’s almost as if his touch, voice, and presence brings me to life, fueling me with a fire I have never felt before. It’s addicting–and something I seem to crave when I’m alone and left with my thoughts about him.

I’m not in an ideal situation. I shouldn’t be even making this comparison when Liam and Ace are nothing alike. Liam is a politician, but he is sweet and kind, and Ace is a criminal who kidnapped me and is now stalking my every move.

I can’t believe this is happening to me. Surely, this has to be some fucked up dream.

But deep down, I know it’s not.

What do I do?

With a sigh, I switch the water off and step out of the shower. I take my time drying my hair and wiping the beads of water off my body before wrapping the fluffy white towel around my torso and walking into the bedroom.

Liam sits on the edge of the bed, his royal blue tie loose around his neck. The sleeves of his white button up are rolled up to his elbows, making the muscles in his forearms bulge. His gray eyes meet mine over the lip of the crystal glass perched in his hand. He sucks down the amber liquid before standing, his eyes not straying from mine.

I do my best to smile like I’m not losing my mind over the internal battle raging through my thoughts. “When I got home earlier you were on the phone, so I didn’t want to disturb you. But you seemed quite pleased with whoever you were speaking to.”

“Oh, that.” Liam tips his head back to drink the last of the whiskey before placing the glass on the bedside table. “That was my father. We were just chatting about how I’m now leading the polls by a landslide. If all goes well, and everything continues to work in my favor, I have a shot at winning the election in two months.”

I walk toward the dresser and pull open the top drawer. “That’s great to hear. I’m glad everything is working out.”

Despite my lack of knowledge about politics and the fact I have little to no interest in it, I’m still happy for Liam. He’s worked hard to get to where he is in his career, staying late at the office and working ungodly hours to put together his campaign, and putting in a hundred and ten percent into networking and ensuring he has the best team possible behind him so he can keep his seat. He works tirelessly for his constituents, from what he tells me. I don’t know much about it, but I’m glad his hard work is paying off.

I gasp when I feel Liam’s presence behind me. His fingers trail over the hem of the towel, teasing the skin on the back of my thighs as his breath fans my earlobe.

My heart rate spikes, but not because of anticipation or desire. No. If anything, it’s guilt.

Liam slides his hand over the curve of my ass to my hip, resting it there. He presses his hard cock against my ass, wanting me to feel him. “I think we should celebrate, Pae. Don’t you?”

I chuckle nervously, hoping he doesn’t pick up on the tension in my shoulders and my erratic heartbeat. He presses his lips to my neck, kissing his way down to my collarbone as his other hand slides up to tease where the corner of the towel is tucked over itself, securing it in place.

Before he can pull the towel away, I stop his hand and turn to face him. Lust coats his gray eyes as he stares down at me.

“Maybe not tonight,” I utter, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m really tired and need to get dinner started. I’m sorry.”

Disappointment passes over his features as his hands come up to rest on my hips. He steps forward so that his erection is now rubbing against my stomach. “Come on, babe. Seriously? I’m in a good mood because of the news I just got, and I want to share it with my fiancée.”

I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out. What am I meant to say to that?Sorry, I don’t feel like having sex because I fucked my hand in the shower at the thought of another man. Absolutely not.

I have every right to say no to Liam and leave it at that, but the happiness seeping into his features is only making the guilt chewing away at my stomach worse. I’ve betrayed him twice now with Ace, and it kills me that I’ve become a person who would do that. I can justify it all I like by telling myself that Liam is potentially cheating on me because of the women’s perfume on his clothes, but I have no solid proof.

Maybe this might be the distraction I need to get my mind off Ace. At the end of the day, Liam is my fiancé, and that’s not going to change. I’m going to marry him, whether Ace likes it or not. I also need to accept that fact.

Liam senses my hesitation, dragging his thumb over my bottom lip. “Fine, if you don’t want to have sex, can you at least suck me off? I want to see these pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

I swallow hard and nod, fearing what my voice will sound like if I speak.

A grin splits across his face. “That’s my girl.”

With a flick of his wrist, Liam pops open the towel, and the material pools around my feet. As he undoes his belt and unzips his trousers, I lower myself to my knees, my heart thundering in my chest.

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