The Wrath of Sin

by Melissa Andrea

“Let me go, Sin,” she demanded, and her voice broke over my name.

  If it had been fear that tangled her voice, I would’ve walked away right then and there. Maybe… but it wasn’t. Passion, raw, unfiltered passion was the only thing I could hear, and I wasn’t about to let her go anytime soon.

  Her hand came up again, but this time I was ready and I caught her wrist in an iron grip.

  “I let you do it once. Don’t push your luck.”

  I pressed her hand above her head and held it against the wall. My fingers tangled in the messy stands of her hair and I made a fist, pulling her head back. She gasped but didn’t fight it, and I knew she wanted this as badly as I wanted to give it to her.

  “Let me go!”

  “I’ll make you a deal. If you’re not as wet as I think you are right now, I’ll let you go. I won’t touch you again unless you fucking beg me to.”

  “That’s not a deal. That’s just a reason for you to have your way with me.”

  “If I wanted to have my way with you, I would’ve had you the minute I walked into your bathroom and found you half naked. What are you afraid of?”

  “I’m not afraid of anything,” she said defiantly.

  I wanted to call her a liar, but I was the one who was afraid of pushing her too far.

  I wanted to touch her so fucking bad the ache nearly brought me to my knees. I didn’t have liquor to take away the pain, but I had her, and she made me feel so many other things, and I needed that.

  “So do we have a deal?”

  She didn’t say anything, but the slight sag in her weight and the set of her chin told me we did. I smiled in the dark, very aware at how unnerving it looked. Spinning her around by the hand I had imprisoned above her head, I pushed her into the wall, still holding her arm there.

  She made a startled sound and her rapid breathing made her chest rise and fall against the wall. Moving her head to the side, I brushed my nose down the side of her neck and over her shoulder.

  “Does it feel good?” I asked against the back of her neck, and she shivered. “The way your nipples rub against the wall with each breath you take?”

  She didn’t respond so I pushed my chest into her back, driving her harder against the wall. Not enough to hurt her, but enough that I got the reaction I wanted.

  She whimpered and her back arched. I smiled against her skin.

  “I bet it would feel better if this pesky thing wasn’t in the way,” I said, fingering the strap to her camisole. Hooking my finger under the strap, I pulled it down until her breast was bare and pressing into the wall.

  “Now take a deep breath.”

  “This wasn’t part of the deal,” she snapped, but it was all for show.

  “Do it,” I ordered, and she sighed, pressing her forehead into the wall but breathing in deeply. As she did, her nipples brushed against the cold paneling and she trembled. “Again,” I said roughly, my voice a dark veil of hunger.

  “Sin…”

  “Again,” I growled, and she did, this time unable to control the moan that slipped between her lips. I wanted to make her admit it felt good, but her reaction was telling me everything I needed to know.

  Bringing her other hand up above her head, I imprisoned them both there. Running my hand down her arm, over the back of her shoulder, I made sure my palm moved over the side of her breast and my fingers over her hardened nipple.

  I caught it between two fingers and pulled slightly as I moved my hand down farther. Her response was more than I bargained for as she moaned loudly and rubbed her ass against my cock. I almost came, literally, undone, and I had to stop, my hand gripping her hip, keeping her against me.

  I wanted to rub myself against her ass again and again until I felt the relief my body wanted, but I wasn’t ready for it to be over with yet. Moving my hand over her stomach, I couldn’t help but press her back into me before slipping my fingers underneath the band of her panties.

  I wanted to take my time and enjoy her slowly, but my fingers couldn’t move fast enough and they slipped easily between the soft folds of her skin. As if on cue, we both sighed when I found the tight knot.

  I never remembered feeling a woman so wet in my life. My fingers were slick with her desire as I moved them over the sensitive knot.

  “Sin.” She moaned my name and moved against my fingers again.

  It went downhill from there. It was like a domino effect, and she couldn’t get enough. My fingers moved over and over her, again and again, giving her exactly what she wanted. What she needed.

  I bit her shoulder and she made low growling noises deep in her throat and pressed her ass against me while moving her hips in sync with my fingers. I could feel the tremors shaking her body and I knew it was only a matter of time before she exploded.

  Moving my hand from her panties, I didn’t give her time to complain as I spun her back around and captured her hands above her once again. It turned me on to have complete control over her.

  I pushed her panties down with one hand and they fell to her ankles.

  “Look at me,” I told her, and her half-hooded eyes found mine. “I want to watch you unravel for me. Open your legs.” I snarled.

  She opened as far as the discarded lace around her ankles would allow, and her gaze never left mine. My fingers moved between her slick heat, and I worked my thumb over the knot until her pupils dilated into a dark shade of black.

  She moved her hips in rhythm, and I pushed two fingers into her. She gripped me with her tight muscles, pushing down harder onto my hand. The noises that wept from her lips were almost animalistic, and it was all I could do to keep myself from coming.

  She tugged her hands, needing the freedom of her arms to come undone, but I wouldn’t give it to her. She trembled and jerked and I knew she’s was reaching the end. Pressing harder, she screamed my name and her body was no longer her own as I felt the heat of her release in my hand.

  Aftershocks attacked her body as she slumped against the wall, exhausted and spent. I wanted to join in with her sweet release, but when she looked up at me with that look in her eyes, reality was a bitter taste in my mouth. Looking down into her flushed, glowing face, she stared back at me in confusion.

  “I win.” I taunted angrily as I let go of her.

  She nearly fell to floor the second my hands left her body.

  “You bastard,” she cried. Humiliation colored her skin.

  “I never claimed to be anything else, Red.”

  “Don’t call me that. Don’t you dare fucking call me that again.”

  I shrugged as if I couldn’t care less and turned to walk away.

  “Don’t touch me again either, Sin. Do you hear me? You disgust me, and I’d rather die than have your hands on my body again.”

  I didn’t turn around when I answered her. If I saw her face, the hurt and embarrassment at the lack of give-a-shit on my end, I’d probably do something really stupid, like beg her to forgive me and throw her on the bed, sinking myself so deep inside her that she’d feel me everywhere.

  Holding the doorknob in my hand, I threw out one last nail in the coffin. “Suit yourself, princess. I’ve had better anyway. Too bad you can’t say the same.”

  I needed air. I needed to be outside, away from her—away from her sensual smell that surrounded me and away from her sweet body that cried for me just minutes before.

  Stepping out, I shut the door on her a second before I heard the crash and shatter of glass against the wood.

  27

  Emily

  I’d died and gone to heaven, and Sin took me there. I’d never felt anything so intense in my entire life. My body hummed with satisfaction and my brain scattered into a million sparkling pieces. I was born again in his hands, and he had softly brought me into his world with just the touch of his fingers.

  Something told me it was a distraction from my questions, and I had to admit it worked. I couldn’t remember for the life of me what I’d been asking him about. All I could think about wa
s the sweet pleasure he was giving me and the release that had rocked me senseless.

  All of those feelings were gone the minute he’d opened his mouth, and once his door was slammed in my face, I let my embarrassment loose.

  How could I have been so stupid? How did I let him get me so wrapped up in him? He’d said he’d won, and I had to admit to myself as much as it killed me that he was right. He won, but in my eyes I won, too. Oh God, had I ever won such a sweet prize.

  I checked the front door only to find that he had locked me in. The bastard! I wanted scratch out his eyes and ride his fingers at the same time. I hated how mixed up he had me. One minute, I was angrier than I’d ever been in my life, and the next, all I could think about was his hands and his lips and the things he could do to me with both.

  By the time he returned to his apartment, I was calmer. Of course, by then, I’d also trashed his already shitty apartment. He took a look around the place and shook his head like I was a joke.

  “Really, Red? I hope you know you’re cleaning that shit up,” he said as he threw a brown paper bag on the kitchen counter and began to pull out bottles.

  He wasted no time popping open the bottle of tequila and taking a big swig.

  “Cleaning what? This entire place is a fuck hole,” I said as I threw myself onto his ugly couch with crossed arms.

  I didn’t care if I was acting like a child. I was pissed and turned on and every other emotion I didn’t need at the moment. I was worried about my father. I was sure by then Ethan had called him and I was positive my dad was blowing up my cellphone.

  Sin smirked over at me. Again, I was taken aback by how sexy he was. Immediately after that thought, I wanted to slap myself and him.

  “A fuck hole? Really, Red, such bad language. Also, it’s not nice to insult people’s homes. Didn’t your daddy teach you any manners?”

  I hated the way he said “daddy” as if it were a disgusting word.

  “You’re an asshole.”

  He chucked to himself. “Yes, I am, but that didn’t seem to matter to you a few minutes ago when you rode my hand until you came.”

  He was right. I hadn’t cared about anything during that moment, and I hated him even more for that.

  “Fuck you,” I hissed.

  I tensed as he prowled across the room. He stood there waiting for me to look up and him, but I refused.

  “Look at me,” he commanded. “Look at me or I’ll make you look at me and you don’t want a repeat of that… or do you?”

  I hated feeling like I was being backed into a corner, but I wouldn’t give him a reason to think I wanted him to touch me even if there was a tiny part of me that did. Turning, I glared at him.

  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d like for me to climb on top of you and sink all of me into all of you,” he whispered. Shivers worked their way up my back and into my hairline. “I’m right. I can tell by the way your eyes have dilated at just the thought, but guess what, Red? I’d rather fuck a hole in the wall. Plus, it’s pussy boy Ethan’s job to get you off. Consider what happened earlier a way for me to shut you up.”

  He walked casually away like he hadn’t just hurt my feelings worse than they’d ever been hurt before. I wanted to cry, but I refused to give him that satisfaction. Instead, I pulled my knees up to my chest and fell asleep holding myself.

  When I woke, I lay there with my eyes closed and listened as he cleaned the apartment around us. Apparently, I’d gotten to him—even if it was a little.

  The doctor inside me knew I was going about this all the wrong way, and I knew I had to start treating Sin like one of my patients. That would also help with my sick desire to have sex with him. I was a lot of things, but a bad doctor wasn’t one of them. I knew I was good at what I did, and I was determined to fix the sick man who was grieving over his daughter.

  He was wrong about my father. His helplessness to control his daughter’s death made him focus his misplaced anger on my dad and me.

  The first thing I had to do was find out more about Chelsea. But it was hard to do that when there wasn’t a single thing in his world that looked like it belonged to a little girl. Not to mention, if I even brought up her name, he became a beast. I had to work fast and stealthy. He couldn’t know I was working him.

  “You can open your eyes. I know you’re awake,” he said as he opened and fluffed a trash bag.

  I sat up on the couch and rubbed at my sleep-filled eyes.

  “What time is it?” I asked.

  “Almost time for bed. Do you always sleep all day?”

  “No. Only when I’m being forced to stay indoors all day with nothing to do,” I shot back.

  “I’ll give you something to do. Why don’t you help me clean this shit up?”

  I had to admit the place did look worse after I trashed it, not that it ever looked nice. I could hardly believe I’d thrown a childlike tantrum and destroyed his place. That was totally out of character for Doctor Gelding, but then again, I became a different person around Sin.

  I stood from the couch and grabbed a bag. Scooping up some broken glass and trash, I began to fill the bag.

  “I’m sorry about your place. I’ve never been that angry before.” It hurt to apologize to him, but I knew it was step one.

  “It couldn’t be any worse than it was before,” he said as he strained to lift the couch and sweep under it.

  I took that as a white flag. We were both waving them, which was a good thing if I wanted to get any information about my father and his daughter out of him.

  “So do you have any food? I’m starving.” As soon as the words left my mouth, my stomach growled loudly.

  “Shit. No. Now that you say something, I’m kind of hungry myself. Do you think you can control yourself while I run out for some stuff?”

  “I don’t know. Are you going to lock me in again?”

  “Of course. I can’t have you running out and turning me in, now can I?”

  “Then I guess I don’t have a choice. Yes, I can control myself,” I said as I continued to clean.

  Picking up a stack of papers and trash, I hadn’t noticed the big chunk of glass sticking out until it punctured the palm of my hand.

  “Ouch! Shit,” I said as I held up my hand.

  As if the thick piece of glass sticking out of my hand wasn’t enough, the blood that was seeping out of the gash and running down my arm was making my stomach turn. I’d been around blood a lot in my life, but never had so much of it been mine.

  Sin was beside me in seconds and ushering me into the bathroom. My blood began dripping onto the cold tile floor.

  “Shit,” he said as he shook his head at me again. “Are you always so clumsy?”

  “Not always. No, don’t pull it out!” I said quickly when I noticed what he was about to do.

  “I have to pull it out, Red. You can’t walk around with a piece of glass sticking out of your hand. Now, be still.”

  I turned my head and he quickly plucked the glass from my palm and covered my hand with a towel.

  “How is it?” I asked when he removed the towel to look over the cut. I still couldn’t bring myself to look.

  “You’ll live,” he said as he opened a drawer and pulled out a box of Band-Aids.

  I hissed in pain as he covered my palm with the largest bandage in the box.

  “Don’t be a baby,” he said as he looked up at me through his dark hair and smiled.

  I was pretty sure it was the first real smile he’d ever given me since now he suddenly had the sweetest set of dimples that went with his smile.

  He smoothed the pink Disney Princess Band-Aid over the top. I pulled my hand to my chest when he released it. Him touching me was never a good thing since every time he did, I practically forgot who I was.

  “So what about that food?” I asked to change the subject.

  “Don’t worry. I’ll feed you,” he said as he threw the bloody towel in the trash.

  I couldn’t help myself. My b
rain went south, and all I could think about was me on my knees in front of Sin and… I bet he was definitely more than a mouthful. Actually, I’d felt him through our clothes and I was positive he was more than a mouthful.

  I giggled to myself, earning a cocked brow from Sin. If only he knew what I was thinking.

  28

  Sin

  After eating entirely too much Chinese, per Princess Emily’s request, I lay in bed watching reruns and observing her sleep.

  Things were chaotic. All of my original plans to ruin her father were going on the back burner, and I was getting too wound up in her. She was a lot to handle and as much I complained, she took my mind off of Chelsea’s passing.

  Before Emily, I thought about Chelsea constantly, always trying to drown away my pain, but since the moment I wrapped those black stockings over her eyes and whisked her away to my place, I’d been able to think about other things. I’d even started to eat more. Not to mention, I hadn’t even turned on the TV since moving into the apartment, and there I was watching sitcoms and laughing quietly to myself.

  Things were taking a turn, and I wasn’t sure I was okay with that. Actually, I was sure I wasn’t okay with it. It felt wrong to laugh. It felt wrong to have sexual thoughts about Emily. I needed to focus on my hate, and I needed to continue with my revenge. Chelsea deserved justice, and I was going to make sure she got it.

  Emily turned quickly onto her side and wrapped her arms around my waist. My body went tense. I didn’t like her touching me. When she did, I couldn’t think clearly, and thinking clearly was my top priority.

  I picked up her limp hand and placed it beside her. She let out a tiny whimper that made my chest tighten. Reaching out, I pushed back the hair that was covering her face and ran my rough finger over her soft cheek.

  She really was a beautiful woman. It didn’t help that she had a good heart, too. I’d been giving her hell since we met and she gave it right back, but when we weren’t at each other’s throats, she was so sweet—good to the core.

  It was really sad that such a nice girl came from such an evil fucker—a killer who didn’t deserve such goodness in his life.