Chapter 19 "Show me what a good girl you are.”
Serena
One voice that'd been tormenting me since day one arrested me on the spot.
“Serena, the high table is not for you until you're actually wearing my son's ring on your finger. Move on to a corner and wait for us to finish, alright?” Christabel said from behind us, wearing the coldest expression I'd ever seen on anyone's face.
I waited for Saint to fight it, to tell her Lara was in fact, now an ex. But he didn't.
I watched as Lara moved to claim the seat next to Saint's own, swaying her hips and pressing closer to Saint to whisper in his ear.
Saint frowned. He clearly wasn't happy with this, but he wasn't fighting it either. Why?
I detached myself from the scene and walked away as quickly as my heels would let me.
I knew it from the very moment I stepped into the hall. This place wasn't for me, but still, it broke my heart to be reminded this way.
I turned once more, and my chest squeezed painfully when I saw Lara's hand stroking Saint's arm.
I forced my heart to harden. No. I wouldn't let this get to me. Besides, I was in this family against my will. I wasn't a part of them.
At best, I was an outsider trapped in a dangerous game played by two powerful twins.
I kept walking, letting my feet carry me across the hall while I ignored the stares and the fingers pointing in my direction.
Eventually, I spotted a dark hallway and turned into it, assuming it led to the restrooms or some quieter part of the venue.
Anywhere I could be alone and breathe.
It took me nearly a full minute to realize I had wandered into the hall’s private suite corridor, rooms reserved for guests who wanted somewhere… more intimate for the night.
Curiosity got the better of me. I tried one of the doorknobs. To my surprise, it turned.
The door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit room.
I stepped inside slowly. It looked exactly like a hotel room.
I drifted to the floor-to-ceiling glass and stood there, my arms folded tight across my chest, watching the red carpet circus unfold below.
Limousines disgorged celebrities and old-money heirs like they were spilling secrets onto velvet. Flashbulbs popped in rhythmic violence.
Everyone was smiling with too many teeth.
I needed the distance. The cold glass against my palms. Anything to cool the fever that had been burning under my skin since Sin’s teeth found my neck in his bathroom.
Then I felt something, heat at my back.
A hard, muscled body pressed flush against me, pinning me to the window without a sound. My breath fogged the glass.
I spun. The masked figure loomed in front of me. I stared at the black velvet domino mask, at his tailored tuxedo cut sharp enough to cut skin.
The eye slits in the mask revealed only shadows and the glint of chocolate-brown irises that pinned me in place.
“Sin?” His name came out as a broken whisper, a plea.
He didn’t answer with words.
His gloved hand closed around my throat, tight enough to remind me just how easily he could make the world narrow to his grip.
The leather gloves were cool on my skin. His pulse beneath it was not.
“Why are you all alone?” he growled, his voice low enough to vibrate through my ribs.
“I needed fresh air.” Lie. I was running, from Lara, from Christabel, from Saint.
“Why aren’t you seated at the table next to Saint?” His fingers trailed up my bare arm. Goosebumps erupted everywhere on my skin like wildfire.
“My name card wasn’t there.” It was the truth this time.
He stepped closer. My back hit the glass again. The situation felt like this: cold behind me. Furnace in front.
“I couldn’t bear to stay far from my missing rib,” he murmured.
Before I could process the biblical insanity of that sentence, his hand slid behind me. Nimble fingers found the hidden fastenings of the bodice and loosened them with surgical precision.
“Sin…. Let me go.” My voice cracked when the silk parted and my breasts spilled free into the cool air between us.
He looked down. So did I.
My nipples were already tight, aching peaks begging for his mouth. The sight of them framed by black velvet and diamonds sent a fresh pulse of heat straight between my legs.
“Anyone could walk in,” I whispered, even as my hips tilted toward him.
“Then let them watch.” His thumb brushed one nipple. It was barely a touch, but I jolted like I’d been electrocuted.
I choked down on a moan.
“You’re dangerous,” I breathed.
“You have no idea.” He leaned in until his masked mouth hovered a heartbeat from mine. “Kneel for me.”
I sobered up instantly. “I’m not your dog.”
His gloved hand cupped my breast fully, squeezing just hard enough to make me gasp.
Then, something small and metallic pressed against the underside.
A tiny remote. He thumbed the button.
A sharp, electric jolt shot through my nipple. Hot, bright pain that instantly melted into liquid pleasure.
My knees buckled. I grabbed his forearms to stay upright.
“What the—?”
“Kneel,” he repeated in a darker voice this time, “or I turn it higher.”
My mind screamed run. My body screamed more.
I sank slowly to my knees on the plush carpet, the gown pooling around me like spilled ink. The diamonds caught the chandelier light and threw fractured rainbows across his polished shoes.
He stepped closer. The bulge in his tuxedo trousers was obscene, thick, straining, and inches from my face.
“Look at me.”
I lifted my eyes. Through the mask slits, his gaze burned.
“You walked away from me in the shower,” he said quietly. “You climbed out a window like you could escape what’s already inside you.”
His gloved fingers traced my jaw, then tipped my chin higher.
“You’re wet right now. Aren’t you?”
“Why? So you can make me wetter?” I asked in return.
Even through the mask, I saw the shadow that crossed his face. The Sin standing before me right now was the Sin that only knew pain.
He reached down and lifted my right breast.
I tried to move away from his grip but no way.
He pinned the toy to my nipple and I reared back from the pain and pleasure. It felt like an electric current was pumping into my breast.
I began to tremble, to beg him.
He tugged at his belt and the leather hissed through the loops like a warning. The metalhead of the buckle clinked softly as it fell to the floor.
Carefully, he reached inside his pants and the longest, thickest, shiniest cock I'd ever seen in my life sprang out.
He pressed a button on the remote and I slumped forward. The current cycled, slow pulse, sharp spike, slow pulse again, until I was sobbing quietly.
What was this wicked toy? I liked it. I hated it. I loved it.
“You will suck my cock.” He stated.
“Yes.” I whispered, my free hand drifting toward my other nipple, desperate for relief.
He slapped it away. Then he captured both wrists in one massive hand and slammed them above my head against the glass.
“Open your mouth, Serena. Show me what a good girl you are.”