Page 41 of Born Sinner
“Can you see me, Sam?” I whisper. “Do you want to see your creation?”
Wandering back to the window, I stare into the pitch-black night. Once I verify my cousin is nowhere to be found, my restraint snaps. Emboldened by lust, I push the remaining strap of my dress off my shoulder, not flinching as the material slips past my waist and pools at my feet.
I’m standing in front of my second-floor window in a black lacy bra and thong, breathing as heavily as if he were standing behind me, his lips brushing my neck.
Slowly, I run my fingers along the S puckering the skin on my hip, a strange pride filling my chest. “What does this mean?” I ask, placing a hand against the glass. “Am I marked for death? Or am I marked foryou?”
As if in response, a bright orange glow ignites in the hazy dark, and then just as quickly, disappears. Startled, I take a few steps back, common sense trying to force its way through whatever spell I’m under.
However, instead of getting dressed as any sane person would do, I lick my lips. “Sam…?” I call out, testing him by slowly dragging a bra strap down my shoulder. “Do you like what you see? Is this what you thought about when you got yourself off in my bathroom? Do you want me, or do you just like to watch?”
The image in my head returns, bringing with it an insatiable ache between my thighs. As if commanded, I slide my other strap down, teasing a nipple through the thin lace of my bra. “Did you see me with Alex tonight? What would you have done if I’d let him touch me?” I’m growing delirious with lust, my pussy throbbing at the thought of my father’s enemy watching me… Hearing me… “Would you have stopped me? Would you have killed him for it? Do you want to punish me, Sam?”
Fuck, I can’t take it anymore.I slip my hand into my panties, gasping as my finger finds my clit.
“What if I’d let him fuck me?” I groan, rubbing furious circles. The pleasure is so intense it lifts me onto my toes, forcing me to bow my head. “What would you have done?”
In my mind, it’s no longer my finger torturing my clit.It’s his.Stars burst behind my closed eyes as the fantasy pushes me closer to the edge.
“I’m a virgin, you know. Does that get you off?”Shit! The glass fogs as I sink my finger inside my wet heat, pumping just like I know he would do. “I’m leaving, Sam.” My body is shaking with need, words tumbling out of my mouth with reckless abandon. “Your mouse is being taken away. You could’ve been my first. Now another will take what’s yours. Does that piss you off?”
Letting out a tortured cry, I return to my clit, chasing an orgasm carved in his image.
Pretending my hand is his mouth…his tongue…
“Would you take me hard? Over and over until I bled your name? Until there wasn’t a part of me that didn’t belong to you?”That’s it.The thought of him claiming and dominating me is too much. “Sam!” Collapsing against the window, I come hard, his name a hoarse cry on my lips.
When the euphoria of my orgasm finally fades, I slump against the window, my forehead and breasts pressed against the glass, and my hand still tucked inside my panties.
What’s even more pathetic?
The fantasy will never be enough.
Quickly ending the call, I block the unknown number in a panic and push away from the window, staring blankly at my reflection—at my half-naked body and the crude S carved into the inside of my hip.
“You’re in over your head, Lola. You’re drowning, and you don’t even know it.”
My brother is right. I’m drowning. I’m getting myself off in front of a window to the thought of my family’s sworn enemy, for Christ’s sake. The man who desecrated my body in the name of war, not desire.
“That is a metal slab at the medical examiner’s office… And that, dear sister, is the same scarlet letter carved into her chest.”Santi’s warning blares like a siren in my head.
“Dios mío, what the hell’s wrong with me?”
Shame burns my cheeks as I draw the curtains, gathering my dress from the floor and quickly buttoning it. Backing away, I disappear into my bedroom and pull my suitcase from the back of my closet, my mind a cyclone of self-loathing and sadness.
My family is right. I’m just a pawn.
A stupid mouse who took the bait.
Chapter Sixteen
Sam
It takesme less than sixty seconds to hack into her apartment’s maintenance system and cut the lights dead. It takes me another five to pistol-whip her bodyguard so hard he’ll be seeing double for a week. He doesn't look like the kind of fucker who’d waiver a shot at revenge, but I'll deal with that fall out later.
Lust and jealousy are dangerous weapons, and after watching Lola Carrera come so hard against a window the fucking glass fogged up, there’s no army in the world that could stop me from sinking my cock into her pussy tonight.
“I’m leaving, Sam.”
