Page 37 of Sinful
He knows. Or at least I thought he did before I realize he’s not seen her like this. The last time he was in the apartment, she hid in her room.
“Mercier gave her a make-over.”
He grits his teeth, a low growl emanating from his throat. Lucinda races past the pair of us and slams the bedroom door behind her.
Nix turns his attention back to me. I don’t have time to consider what he’s thinking before he grabs my shirt and lifts me so I’m on my tip toes. His eyes flick back to me.
“She’s dressed up pretty fancy for a quiet night in. Tell me you haven’t taken her outside.”
“Will you calm the fuck down already?” I pull myself from his grip. “I took her out to the work party, not that it’s any of your business. What are you doing here at this time, anyway? You’re five hours too late.”
He growls as he slams the door behind him with his foot. “I came because you’ve not been answering your fucking phone and I thought something had happened. You took her to your work party? Are you fucking insane?”
“Just put me down.” I grit out. I stink of her. My lips taste of her pussy. If he’s this angry at me for taking her out, I don’t want to see the explosion when he finds out what I did to her in the car.
And now she’s gone and I’ve lost my chance. Nix might be mad at me, but I fucking despise him at this moment. He’s not here because he’s worried that something has happened to us. He’s here because of her.
“You are fucking obsessed with her. It’s making you irrational.”
His eyes widen. “I’m irrational. I’m not the one who thought it was a good idea to go out on the town with the most well known kidnap victim in the fucking world.”
“Well known? You just saw her. You wouldn’t have known it was her if she wasn’t standing in the apartment.” I know I’ve fucked up and yet I don’t give a shit. If he was so bothered, he should have gotten his ass down here when I called him.
“I’d know Sin anywhere,” he growls. “No fucking wig and slutty dress is going to hide her.”
I hate that he’s right. When I first saw her like this, I didn’t recognize her at all. Nix knew it was her without question. “It’s not a wig. Mercier cut and dyed her hair. He didn’t tell you?”
He lets out a bellow and runs his hands through his long hair. “No, he fucking did not tell me. He failed to mention the fact that he’s ruined her when he was gloating about fingering her pussy.”
“What?” Nix’s anger is palpable, but mine is more of a shock. I love Mercier, but now I could quite happily rip his head from his shoulders. I told him he could too. I groan as I remember the rules. He even asked if he could fuck her and I said I didn’t care. That was before I got a taste of her. Before I realized how fucking special she is... I was a fucking idiot.
Nix’s face is dark as thunder. “Oh, and she hand-fucked his dick too. I forgot that little tidbit.”
Jealousy roars beneath my skin and I can tell Nix feels it too. He’s not the only one obsessed with our Lucinda. We all fucking are. Lucinda Waldgrave is going to be our downfall and the way things are going, we are all going to fall willingly.
30
NIX
Iexpected it of Mercier, but Dacre has caught me off guard. I thought I could handle it. After all, to the outside world, I have no real claim to her. But what Mercier doesn’t understand is that I’ve already claimed her. She’s mine. She’s always been mine and him telling me that she touched his dick has my chest filled with a crushing darkness. I’ve fucking tortured myself over stories of her with other men for years, but knowing my friend has gotten further with her than I have made me see red. Now I’m here, I see that he’s not the only one. I see it on Dacre’s face. If he hasn’t fucked her already, he’s certainly thinking about it. The look on his face gave him away the second I walked in the door. It was like he’d been caught in the act. Dacre. The guy who said he was immune to her. Fucker. No one is immune to Sin. He should know. It’s not like her love life has been kept under wraps these past years. No one meets Lucinda Waldgrave and just walks away unscathed. No one. Not even Alexander stick-up-his ass Dacre.
“You fucked her?”
I see the cogs whirring in his brain. He can’t lie to me. I know him too well.
“That’s none of your business. I wanted you to come down here and watch her, but you said you were too busy.”
I laugh at the absurdity of it. Of what I’ve become over a fucking chick. “You’re right. It’s none of my business.”
Dacre relaxes slightly. He hasn’t fucked her. I can tell. He’s thinking about it, but he hasn’t. Maybe he would have if I hadn’t showed up. “Yeah, I knew I could trust you. Mercier is full of shit.”
His eye ticks as he steps toward me. Anger pulls at his mouth. “You can trust me, Nix, so trust me when I say that she screamed my name out when she came.” He holds his fingers under my nose just long enough for me to smell her scent on him. Rage blossoms in my chest at the thought of him with her. Of Mercier with her. Of anyone with her. Dacre is already walking away. The door to the master bedroom echoes around the apartment as he slams it shut.
I should have known. I trusted my friends, but she’s a fucking bitch who will use anything in her arsenal to get what she wants. She’ll fucking devour them until they are nothing but an empty husk, just like me. Maybe I should be happy that she’s fucked the pair of them. It will hurt them all the more when she destroys them, just like she destroyed me.
I find a spot on the sofa and pull out a cigarette. I light it up and wait for Dacre to come out and scold me for polluting his parent’s precious air. When he doesn’t, I grab a magazine from the side table and tap the ashes onto some model’s face. Not Sin. No one compares to her, but the model is hot enough that I’d bang her if I got the chance.
The last time I fucked anyone was when Sin’s ‘kidnapping’ first showed on TV. Even then, she managed to spoil everything. Not that the cunt I was fucking was doing anything for me.
