Page 37 of Unforgivable Sins
“Tink, wait a minute…”
I push off the bar and walk away as he calls after me in protest.
“You need to think this through. Don’t go and do something you’ll regret. Don’t piss him off, Tink!”
I’m not sure who he’s warning me not to piss off, Sinn or The Crocodile. Maybe both. But fuck if I’m going to sit around and watch Sinn go down an even darker path because of this nobody. No, I’m going to save him whether he thinks he needs saving or not. He’s obviously not thinking clearly and this is why he trusts me.
To be loyal to him.
“I’m doing this for you, Sinn,” I lie to myself.
A lie I almost believe as I get back to work, pouring these pieces of shits their drinks, and trying not to think about what’s happening in his penthouse.
Dee
Wicked Game by Grace Carter
Our living room has been turned into a slumber party room but not because my sister or I have friends over. No, friends are still not allowed to come over, much less spend the night. This slumber party has nothing to do with blanket and pillow forts and little girls’ giggles filling up the space with joyful innocence. Hell, it’s not even teenagers gushing about crushes and practicing makeup together. I’m not quite there yet anyway, still in the tomboy phase, but I am old enough now to realize the fact that our life isnotnormal, and yet,thisis just another normal night in the Wright family home.
A small twin size bed is pushed up against the wall in one corner next to the couch, and a couple of blankets are hanging from the ceiling blocking off the hallway to the rest of the trailer, where the bedrooms and bathroom are. The kitchen is still accessible but is basically useless. The bay windows in the kitchen and all the windows in the living room have all been covered up with black, plastic bags, duct taped in place, to keep the cold out.
Our mom opens up the small wood burning stove to throw another log inside then sets a cooking pan on top and pours in a couple cans of ravioli for dinner, while my sister and I playMonopolyby candle light. It’s not an uncommon occurrence to go without real heat and electricity. It’s almost like camping, just inside instead of outside in a tent.
At least there are no unwanted guests tonight, and I’m happy and content that we’re together, just us, as a family. Well, we’re still missing my oldest sister, Dani. She left to live with our aunt in another state when she was sixteen. I was only five at the time. I’m twelve now, my other sister, Kizzy, is fifteen. Is she going to leave me once she’s old enough, too? I don’t think Dani is ever coming back. I don’t blame her, and I won’t blame Kizzy, if she decides to leave either, but… I’m terrified of being left here alone.
Why have we been left behind? Why can’t we get another life, too? Kizzy and I bounce around from aunts’ and uncles’ houses, to grandparents’, but no one ever seems to want to keep us longer than a year or so. However long it takes for mom to come back again. Then, we’re dumped back onto her doorstep like a bag of smelly, dirty laundry. It doesn’t matter how good I try to be.
No one wants me.
“I need to pee,” I announce, as I place the dice on the gameboard. “No cheating!”
“I’m not a cheater, Dee.” My sister rolls her eyes. “Hurry up,” she says, bossily.
I grab a candle and then slip past the hanging blankets into the freezing cold hallway. I can’t run or else the candle flame will blow out, so I have to endure the cold for a few seconds longer than I’d like. I make my way toward the end of the trailer and into the bathroom. Sitting the candle onto the small countertop, I pull down my pajama bottoms and hover over the toilet seat. I don’t dare let my butt cheeks touch the plastic. I’m not about to have my butt frozen too the seat or have my cheeks freeze right off. Ok, I’m being a bit dramatic, but in below freezing weather, with no heat other than the wood burning stove in the living room, I’m not taking any chances here.
At least we have running water at the moment and can still use the toilet. There are times when the water gets turned off as well, with all the other utilities, and then we’re forced to literally use the bathroom in the freezing snow and ice outside. I’ll take my wins where I can.
My body is shaking uncontrollably as the cold penetrates my skin and grabs a hold of my bones. My teeth are chattering violently and I’m making motor sounds with my mouth as I pull my pajama pants back up.
I wake up shivering, and I’m not sure if it’s entirely from the dream or if I’m cold in real life. As I slide my arm against a cold, silk sheet, I realize it’s probably a mixture of both. It takes me a few seconds to remember where I am.
Sinn.
Just the thought of him causes my heart rate to spike. I remember his room from waking up in it last time. The lamp next to the chair, where he sat creepily watching me, is the only light in the room. It’s not nearly enough light to illuminate this large bedroom, if that’s what you can call it. It’s larger than my entire studio apartment.
I slowly roll to my other side and my breath is immediately stolen out of my chest. Sinn is asleep next to me. Well, on this ginormous bed, he’s not actually next to me. He’s on the opposite end of the bed and just out of my reach. My body is suddenly flushed with heat and the earlier cold shiver that woke me up is nowhere to be found. I shiver for an entirely new reason.
Even in his sleep, he looks controlled. He’s still fully dressed, his all-black attire is a harsh contract to the rich, red of the silk sheets we’re laying on. He looks…sinful.
So sinful.
My eyes eagerly peruse his body. His shirt has been unbuttoned from the top, leaving a teasing peek of his muscular chest. He has one arm behind his head, one arm resting against his stomach that’s rising and falling in even breaths, and the leg closest to me is slightly bent. His head is tilted ever so slightly toward me, and I take this time to really stare at him, to explore every painfully beautiful inch of his perfect face.
He does looks more at ease in his sleep, but I wouldn’t go as far as saying he lookspeaceful. Or harmless. There’s nothing safe about this man, and yet I’ve never felt safer. His harsh eyebrows have relaxed and are not pulled into their normal scowl. His eye lashes are dark and thick, laying against his chiseled cheek bones and they flutter ever so lightly as his eyes move behind his closed lids. I wonder if he’s dreaming. And what he dreams of. Does he dream of me? Or is he tortured by his own personal hell, like I am, every damn night?
I want to reach out and brush his midnight hair off his forehead. I want to trace his beautiful, full lips with my fingertips. I want to continue unbuttoning his shirt to reveal what’s hidden underneath and explore every inch of him thoroughly. But he barely lets me touch him. The only part of his body he’s allowed me to see is his dick, and fuck me, it’s beautiful and terrifying. I never thought a penis could be beautiful until I saw his, and it’s terrifying in the way that it hurts meandbrings me pleasure. It’s terrifying in the way I’ve already started to crave it.
Just the thought of his large, hard dick, has me clenching my core, and then I groan. I’m so fucking sore. Once my mind has zeroed in on that soreness, I feel it throughout my body. My body aches. It feels like I did a damnCrossfit Gamesworkout and not just had sex. I roll back over to the side of the bed and push myself into a sitting position. I realize that I’m once again, naked, while Sinn has remained completely clothed. He has some seriously fucked up control issues.