Page 38 of Taken By Sin
No matter how good, how natural it felt… the light of day has made every bit of guilt smother me.
We’re not married, and before last month I had never even had my first kiss. Now, I’ve not only slept beside a man, but I have kissed him, been touched by him, and dare I say… I’m falling for him.
Falling so fast and so purely.
I jump off the chaise, needing my body to move to catch up with my racing heart.
Sin: What are you doing today aside from thinking of me?
I stare at the phone, wanting to crawl out of my skin. I need a shower, a way to erase what I’ve done. This new life, these newpeople, however nice and caring they may be, have made me stray from my core values.
The little devil on my shoulder whispers to me, telling me it was okay and that my body is mine and I can do what I please with it, and my body most definitely wanted Sin last night.
But the other side, the angel…
She has opposing views.
I slip into my room, gathering up a change of clothes before heading to the shower. I silence my phone and toss it into a random drawer.
As I wash my body off, I feel equally guilty for wanting to scrub him away.What is wrong with me?
The rest of my shower is spent in an agonizing argument with myself. Through brushing my freshly shampooed hair and regretting that I don’t have Sin’s cologne clinging to it anymore.
For obvious reasons I chose the most modest thing I own. Guilt is not only showcasing in my heart but it’s portraying my body on the outside now.
White tights, a plaid skirt and a white T-shirt. The uniform of my life. I don’t own any flats now, but I do have a pair of black pumps that I slip on.
Returning to the chaise, I escape into my new books. Straying from the romances that remind me of him, I opt for a thriller and read all day and long into the night.
Now it’s getting close to bedtime and the house has been abnormally quiet. I haven’t eaten, so I dip into the fridge and pull out a tray of fresh fruit.
“Shit!” I scream, turning to face Sin, nearly throwing apiece of pineapple at him. He’s gazing up and down my body slowly, intently. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
With crossed arms he shakes his head, his tone not reflecting the look in his gaze. “Why have you been ignoring me all day?”
I bite my lip and so does he. “I was busy.”
“Busy?” He stalks towards me. “Busy looking like that?” he growls lightly, picking me up and tossing my legs around him.
I gasp, my core heating as he sets me on the cold, marble counter.
“Please tell me you didn’t leave the house in that because if you did I guarantee you were the center of attention of every man in this fucking city.”
I blush, sighing. “I was trying to dress modestly.”
“For what reason?” He plucks the piece of pineapple from my hand, gently sucking the juice from the tips of my fingers.. “This will make you taste sweet for me.”
“Sin!” He doesn’t understand what he's doing to me, how this makes me feel. How much I yearn for him, but also the other part of me that wants to repent. With his soft lips on my neck, I whisper out before this can go any further, “I need to repent.”
He stops immediately, and I feel a warm sensation against my skin from the way his breathing grows from quick and shallow to long and drawn out. “Repent for what?” he asks, his ghost eyes watching me, framed by thick lashes and dark brows that make me envy him.
“This,” I whisper, gesturing between us.
Sin takes his hand, starting at my ankles he works his wayup slowly. “Repent me?” he asks, his tone growing cold as he touches the smooth fabric of my tights.
I toss my head back, biting my lip as he reaches my inner thigh. “Yes. I can’t, this is wrong.”
“Are you saying I’m wrong?” he growls.