Page 9 of Sin

“Goodbye Sin.”

He steps back, allowing me to pass. “Goodbye beautiful.”

CHAPTER 8

SIN

One Week Later…

I’d really liketo say over the last week that I’ve put her out of my mind, but that would be a lie. Instead, I’ve become some obsessed asshole with a one track mind. I’ve met her twice and I have no idea what the fuck is wrong with me. This isn’t normal behavior. Between my research and what Bones has uncovered, I still don't know enough about her.

I stare down at the file for the hundredth time as if new information will suddenly appear.

Kierra Carter

Age: Twenty-One

Parents: Dorothy and Thomas Carter. Deceased.

Siblings: Mya Carter. Deceased.

According to the police report, all three deaths occurred at the same location in one day. And they deemed it to be suspicious circumstances. There was very little information, and it appears to be sitting among the other many cold cases in Atlanta, Georgia.Georgia.That explains that sweet little accent.

Two days ago, Bones sent me what he could find on Kierra. Including pictures of the obvious murder scene. It’s clear to anyone with an ounce of sense it was homicide. It’s not suspicious, it’s fucking beyond question. Two bodies in one room drenched in blood, horrified looks frozen on their faces. And the third body in what appeared to be a bedroom, her sister on her back on the bed, one gunshot to the forehead. It was gruesome. I sincerely hope Kierra wasn’t there to witness this horrific scene.

Her father was a money guy, managing finances for wealthy people. Some of his clients were investing enormous sums of money and I wonder if that’s what led to the death of almost his entire household. According to Bones, Kierra was living in a dorm at the time of the homicides but interestingly enough, was withdrawn on the same day because of financial issues. Thomas was wealthy, so it makes zero sense to me. However, according to his bank accounts, he was struggling. I have a lot of questions when it comes to his only surviving family member. Far more questions than answers. Why is she in Las Vegas? More than that, why does she look so fucking afraid?

I’ve tried to let her go. Let go of this goddamn obsession that’s controlling me. I can’t. Pulling out her application and her list of hard limits, which are so few, it only makes my need for her grow by leaps and bounds.Bounds.I bet she’d look so fucking stunning tied up for me.

She hasn’t called me like I hoped she would. The taste of her sweet mouth stays in my brain. Of course, I’m wondering what her pussy tastes like as I text her.

Me:I can’t stop thinking about you.

Kierra: Who is this?

Me:Sin.

Kierra:Don’t do that. You scared the shit out of me.

Me:I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.

The very last thing I want to do is scare her.I want. Fuck, I don’t even know what I want from her.

Obviously, I want to fuck her. I need to hear her scream for me not from fear, but from ecstasy. The fact is, I could have my pick of any woman in my club save for a few that are committed to their Doms. I’m not exactly hard up for pussy, but there’s something about her I want with such desperation that it terrifies me.

Kierra:It’s okay. Did you find my locket? Is that why you’re texting me?

I quickly text Belinda before responding to her.

Me:Did anyone find a locket?

Belinda:Yes. A gold one with a shimmery rose on it. Did you lose your necklace, Sin?

Me:I need it. And no, it’s not mine. Obviously.

I text Kierra back with a smile on my face.

Me:The one with a rose on it? I have it.

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