Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8

SIN

O ne Week Later…

I'd really like to say over the last week that I've put her out of my mind, but that would be a lie. Instead, I've become some obsessed asshole with a one track mind. I've met her twice and I have no idea what the fuck is wrong with me. This isn't normal behavior. Between my research and what Bones has uncovered, I still don't know enough about her.

I stare down at the file for the hundredth time as if new information will suddenly appear.

Kierra Carter

Age: Twenty-One

Parents: Dorothy and Thomas Carter. Deceased.

Siblings: Mya Carter. Deceased.

According to the police report, all three deaths occurred at the same location in one day. And they deemed it to be suspicious circumstances. There was very little information, and it appears to be sitting among the other many cold cases in Atlanta, Georgia. Georgia. That explains that sweet little accent.

Two days ago, Bones sent me what he could find on Kierra. Including pictures of the obvious murder scene. It's clear to anyone with an ounce of sense it was homicide. It's not suspicious, it's fucking beyond question. Two bodies in one room drenched in blood, horrified looks frozen on their faces. And the third body in what appeared to be a bedroom, her sister on her back on the bed, one gunshot to the forehead. It was gruesome. I sincerely hope Kierra wasn't there to witness this horrific scene.

Her father was a money guy, managing finances for wealthy people. Some of his clients were investing enormous sums of money and I wonder if that's what led to the death of almost his entire household. According to Bones, Kierra was living in a dorm at the time of the homicides but interestingly enough, was withdrawn on the same day because of financial issues. Thomas was wealthy, so it makes zero sense to me. However, according to his bank accounts, he was struggling. I have a lot of questions when it comes to his only surviving family member. Far more questions than answers. Why is she in Las Vegas? More than that, why does she look so fucking afraid?

I've tried to let her go. Let go of this goddamn obsession that's controlling me. I can't. Pulling out her application and her list of hard limits, which are so few, it only makes my need for her grow by leaps and bounds. Bounds. I bet she'd look so fucking stunning tied up for me.

She hasn't called me like I hoped she would. The taste of her sweet mouth stays in my brain. Of course, I'm wondering what her pussy tastes like as I text her.

Me: I can't stop thinking about you.

Kierra : Who is this?

Me: Sin.

Kierra: Don't do that. You scared the shit out of me.

Me: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.

The very last thing I want to do is scare her. I want. Fuck, I don't even know what I want from her.

Obviously, I want to fuck her. I need to hear her scream for me not from fear, but from ecstasy. The fact is, I could have my pick of any woman in my club save for a few that are committed to their Doms. I'm not exactly hard up for pussy, but there's something about her I want with such desperation that it terrifies me.

Kierra: It's okay. Did you find my locket? Is that why you're texting me?

I quickly text Belinda before responding to her.

Me: Did anyone find a locket?

Belinda: Yes. A gold one with a shimmery rose on it. Did you lose your necklace, Sin?

Me: I need it. And no, it's not mine. Obviously.

I text Kierra back with a smile on my face.

Me: The one with a rose on it? I have it.

Kierra: Oh my God. Thank you. It was a gift from my mom. I can come pick it up today. Thank you again.

I don't think so, beautiful. It will not be that easy.

Me: Have dinner with me and I'll bring it with me.

Kierra: I can just pick it up from the club. No need to go out of your way.

Me: The only way you're getting it back is by having dinner with me.

Yeah. I'm that asshole. Clearly she's thinking the same thing because it takes twenty minutes for her to respond.

Kierra: Fine.

Me: Six o'clock. Stantons.

Kierra: Are we eating? I looked it up on google and that's expensive. I can't afford that, Sin. Seriously, I can pick it up at the club for free.

I snort to myself before I respond. Silly, beautiful fucking woman.

Me: When you're with me, baby girl, you'll never pay for anything. You will eat with me and I'll give you your locket.

Am I hoping she'll come home with me after dinner? Of course I am. Home. The club. In the goddamn restaurant. I have this all-consuming need to devour her while she comes for me. It's not even about getting my dick wet, although I want that too. If I can't have that but can make her come, that'd be enough. For now.

Kierra: I'll meet you there.

Me: I can pick you up.

Kierra: I will meet you there or I won't come at all.

I sigh out loud as I respond. Beautiful fucking brat.

Me: I'll be waiting at the bar.

Kierra: Maybe I'll be waiting on the bar if I get there first.

That was a typo, right? Fuck. Now all I can think about is her laid out on the bar, ready for me to eat that sweet pussy while she cries out for me.

Me: If you're waiting on the bar for me, I'll take that as a hint that you want me to make you come all over my face. It would be an honor to eat your pussy and watch you explode, baby girl.

Kierra: Oh my God. At. Not on. This phone hates me.

I grin at my phone, imagining her rosy cheeks with her embarrassment.

I'm palming my cock like a horny teenager when the door opens and Molly walks in. She stares at my raging hard on and moves toward me with confidence she shouldn't have.

"Sir," she says as she kneels beside my desk.

With her gaze lowered to the floor, she speaks low, "I missed you the other night. I thought we were going to do a scene."

Clearing my throat, I say, "Get off your knees. And take a seat."

Standing, she walks over to where I am, obviously, thinking my lap will be the seat. It won't.

"In a chair," I growl, and she does as she's told as always.

"You need to find another Dom, Molly. Whatever you're looking for, I cannot give you."

She's quiet, so I ask, "Do we understand each other?"

With a nod, she whispers, "Yes, Sir."

After she leaves, I open the last message from my pretty little obsession.

Kierra: I have to get ready for my date of coercion. I will be at the bar. Not on the bar. The only eating will be the food they serve.

Sassy little minx. She's going to look so fucking good eating her words while she comes all over my tongue.