Page 1 of Broken By Sin

CHANEL

2 years ago…

I’ve never been the type to want to lay around, cuddle and watch a movie, while a guy twirls my hair between his fingers and randomly kisses my head every so often, but I’ve become that girl. I don’t know how it happened or when it even started. Now I'm here and I don’t hate it like I thought I would. Connor places a kiss on the top of my head and tightens his arm around my shoulders drawing me closer into his side, and like a pathetic, love-sick dog, I melt into him and soak up his warmth.

“How long before you have to leave?” he asks. I deflate slightly, hating that I have to sneak around but the twins and Royal would give me shit if they knew I was seeing someone. Connor Ryker isn’t just someone though… he’s more than that.

“I have twenty minutes.” Connor has no idea who I really am. He thinks I’m just a normal college student who has three best friends that are guys. He’s never pushed me for information or even pried into my life, he’s happy with the little things I tell him about myself, even though most of them are lies. He swivels on the sofa, forcing me to move so I can face him as he looks at me. His blue eyes shine with longing and I fight a groan from breaking free. Most college guys last a minute or two, but not Connor. He wouldn’t know what a quickie was if it punched him in the dick. “Stop looking at me like that!”

A sexy smirk pulls at the corners of his mouth. He darts his tongue out to moisten his lips and I’m immediately captivated by the sight, knowing exactly what that tongue can do and how it can bring me to such a high that I feel like I am going to pass out. God, the memory of how he ate me out in the janitor’s closet this morning between classes, has me squirming in my seat. The cunning look in his eyes tells me he knows exactly what I am thinking about.

He reaches out and glides the tips of his fingers down the exposed skin on my chest, sending a shiver down my spine. “I’m confident I could get you to change your mind and blow off your friends and spend the night with me.” My breaths come in short pants as he circles my nipple through my tank top. I push my chest out, needing him to touch me. “I’m taking that as a yes?”

Words fail me, I smack his hand out of the way and launch myself at him, claiming his mouth with a kiss that’s filled with need. He grips the sides of my thighs and shifts us slightly so I can straddle him. I can feel how hard he is already, groaning into his mouth as I grind down against him, relishing in the hiss that escapes him. I’ve never felt more powerful in my life until I had Connor beneath me, chanting my name as he came inside me. Knowing I brought him to such a mind-shattering release, filled me with a sense of power I never knew I had.

He breaks the kiss and yanks my top down, then laps at my nipples through the lace of my bra, forcing me to throw my head back and moan. “I love these fucking tits, Sin.” I grind down harder on him, loving the way he growls his approval. Connor started calling me Sin when we met six months ago. He says the name fits because I am sinfully dreadful to any man trying to conceal a boner at the sight of me.

He yanks the cup of my bra down and bites my nipple, drawing a sharp cry from me. “Connor.” He releases my nipple with a wet pop and stares up at me with a smirk.

“Yeah, Sin?” I groan. I need him inside me so fucking badly but I can’t ditch Royal and the twins tonight. Havoc set his mark, dropped his card and we need to be there to fulfill his oath of ending the mayor's nephew.

“I have to go—” Before I can finish speaking, my cell phone rings. I slam my eyes closed and pray for mercy, because my pussy is throbbing and I know it won’t be getting a release tonight. I climb off Connor and fix my top, as I grab my phone from the side table in the living room of Connor’s apartment—he lives off campus.

I answer the call and grab my backpack off the ground, then motion to Connor that I’m going to the bathroom. He nods begrudgingly and tries to adjust his cock in his jeans. “Yeah?” I answer as I exit the room.

“Where are you?” Royal snaps.

“On my way. I got held up.”

“Doing what?” I can hear the skepticism in his voice. I have been MIA a lot lately and I know the three of them have noticed, but I’m just not ready to tell them about Connor.

“I had shit to do. I’ll be there in ten minutes.” I end the call not wanting to hear more of his shit. I quickly use the restroom, grab my gun from my pack and shove it into the waistband of my jeans, then head back out to the living room but freeze when I hear Connor mention my name, my real fucking name! Royal, Havoc, Chaos and I have never used our actual last names. No one knows we are Murdochs or that I am a Murelo. As far as anyone here knows, I am Chanel Ricci.

“I can’t, Quintin.” I peek around the bookcase to see Connor pacing the length of the living room with his phone pressed against his ear. “Rico Vargas is here, he’s the target, not Chanel Murelo.” I tense and slink back flush against the wall as Connor darts his gaze toward the hallway making sure I’m still in the bathroom. My heart cracks inside my chest, I feel tears begin to prick the backs of my eyes. I told him three weeks ago that I loved him.

I let him in!

Anger rolls through me. I was a fucking fool.

“Q, I can’t do that to her–” He stops speaking to hear whatever it is this Quintin is saying to him before he continues, “No, I agreed to go undercover to flip Emilio Vargas’s son, not go after Chanel Murelo. How did you even know she was here?”

Pain explodes inside me—he’s a fucking cop! I push off the wall and round the corner, at the sight of me Connor freezes. His face pales, he ends the call and tosses his phone on the sofa as he rounds it to come to me. I shake my head, urging him to stop but he ignores it so I pull my gun from my jeans and point it at him. He stills at the sight. I stare at him trying to figure out how I missed the signs of him being a cop.

“Sin–”

“Don’t fucking call me that!” I scream. He recoils a step and nods. “Let me explain.”

“Explain what, Connor? How you’re a fucking cop?” He flinches.

“I’m not a cop.”

I push all the pain that rages inside me away, feeling my heart hardening and it’s all his fault. He forced me to lower the walls I had built around my heart and let him in. He made me believe that he actually cared about me, not who I am or where I came from. I thought he just saw me!

“I heard you on the phone–”

“I’m not a cop, Chanel, I’m FBI.” Now I stagger back a step, shaking my head trying to deny what he is saying. He stands tall and unyielding, giving me time to wrap my head around this shit.

“You’re a fucking fed?” I scream as I push the barrel of my gun into the center of his chest. He doesn’t try to fight back, he just stands here in front of me with a remorseful look on his face. “Answer me!”