Chapter 9

CHAPTER 9

KIERRA

I had every intention of being early for dinner with Sin. The motel I'm staying at fucking sucks. No iron. So I spent at least an hour running the hot shower to use steam to get the wrinkles out of my dress. This is an upscale restaurant and I don't want to walk in the door looking like the absolute train wreck I am. I'm just going to get my locket, so it shouldn't matter, but I don't want to embarrass him.

Glancing at the time on my burner phone as I walk into the restaurant, I notice I'm forty minutes late. Damn it. I wonder if he'll even still be here.

The hostess asks for my name as I stand taking in a restaurant like none I've ever seen before. The carpet is a deep purple with a silver swirling design throughout. There are a few extra long booths that match the color of the carpet, but the material almost looks like velvet. The seats are black, so it's not overdone. The lighting catches my eye almost instantly. Different sized pendant lighting hangs from the ceiling, giving me the feeling of a romantic star lit sky. Each of the tables is covered with a white linen tablecloth, matching place settings for two and a gold candle. The gray walls and ceiling make the purple stand out even more. This place is going to cost a fortune. It's stunning but serves as a reminder that I have nothing. I could never afford to dine in a place like this. Hell, I likely couldn't even afford a drink.

I smile softly at the blonde woman. "I'm meeting someone at the bar."

Immediately, I spot Sin sipping on a drink at the bar. Do I take a moment and watch the way his muscles move under his dark blue dress shirt? Of course I do. He's old enough to be my father, but that man is sexy as hell. Why didn't I just give him what he wanted and take the huge amount of money that would definitely get me out of the country? I honestly don't even know. I wanted him, but I'm afraid. Of him. Of everyone.

I approach Sin and my mouth starts all on its own, as if I don't even have a brain in my head.

"I thought maybe you'd be waiting on the bar."

He turns to me with a smirk. "Such a dirty girl. Can we at least have dinner before you think about choking on my cock?"

I know my face is bright red as he chuckles and wraps an arm around me, pulling me into his chest. "You look beautiful, baby girl, but you're late."

Once more, my mouth disregards the need for a filter in my brain and says, "I know. I'm sorry. The crappy motel I'm at doesn't have an iron. I had to use the steam from the shower to get the wrinkles out of my dress. Well, most of the wrinkles. Can you believe they don't even have a closet? All of my clothes are literally in a-"

He cuts me off, which is probably a good thing. "Breathe, baby girl."

Sin takes one of my beach curls in his hand as he glances down. "Is this for me?"

I nod as I admit, "Yes. I wanted to look nice."

His eyes raise and focus on mine. "You look exquisite, Kierra. You could have shown up in a dress full of wrinkles and you'd still be stunning."

"Sin," I whisper, and it's like he had a tiny thread of control and it visibly snaps. He places his palm on my cheek. "Jesus Christ, baby girl. You drive me crazy." He pulls my face closer as he leans down and presses his lips to mine. His tongue slides into my mouth slowly at first as his scent envelops me.

Whiskey, oak and pure Sin.

I moan into his mouth as his tongue tangles with mine, leaving me unsure of where his begins and mine ends. He slides his hand into my hair and controls my head, tilting it to the side as he deepens our kiss like he can't get enough.

He pulls back and runs the pad of his thumb along my bottom lip, "We better go to our table and have dinner before I put you on the bar and fucking devour you."

I gasp, "You wouldn't."

Sin chuckles lightly, "I would, baby girl. So unless you want everyone in this restaurant to hear you screaming my name, we better get dinner."

I stare at him incredulously as he laughs again. He kisses me on the top of my head, "Come on, beautiful girl."

Rising from the black bar stool, he takes my hand in his and walks with me to the table like he owns the damn place. Maybe he does. Maybe he doesn't because this man walks the earth like he owns everything. As if all he wants is within his grasp. The confidence he carries is both sexy and overwhelming. I wish I had an ounce of it. I used to be far more confident than I am now. Shit happens in life that sometimes makes us question everything about ourselves. Just like a set of dominoes, everything that has happened has led to one thing after another, ultimately destroying me. I now walk around afraid and feeling insignificant. I don't matter to anyone anymore. The men, whoever they are, took it all from me in one fell swoop.

Sin pulls a chair out for me and I stare at it like an idiot. "Have a seat, baby girl, unless you'd like to sit on my lap while I feed you. I'm not opposed to it."

I shake my head and sit in the chair and he pushes it in before walking around to the other side and taking his seat.

"I've ordered dinner already. It'll be here soon."

I arch an eyebrow in annoyance at him, "You don't know me. You don't know what I like."

He clenches his jaw before taking a deep breath. "Had you been here on time, you might have been able to choose your meal. Maybe next time."

I squeeze my eyes shut as I attempt to control my racing heart. "I'm here for my locket and only my locket. There won't be a next time."

Opening my eyes, I find the smirk on his face as he states matter-of-factly, "There will be a next time, baby girl. Lie to yourself, but don't lie to me."

The waitress brings over a bottle of white wine. "As requested, sir."

He nods his thanks as she pours us both a glass of what's probably a fancy bottle. With a taste, he responds to her waiting gaze, never taking his from mine, "That will be all, Selina."

After she walks away, I ask, "Why am I here, Sin?"

He smiles at me, showing off the dimple on the right side of his face. "For your locket."

Sin groans slightly and shifts in his seat like he's uncomfortable.

"Yes, I want it back. It means the world to me, but why did you insist on dinner?"

I watch him as he runs his finger over the rim of his glass. "I want you, Kierra. Like I've never wanted anyone. And," he pauses before continuing with a thoughtful expression, "I think if you're honest with yourself, you want me too. You're wondering what it would be like."

I shrug, "I'm a virgin, so of course I am. I have no idea what to expect if I said yes."

He stares at me like he's undressing me with those blue eyes. "You want to know what it would be like, baby girl?"

All the breath has apparently escaped my lungs so I simply nod my answer.

I take a sip of my wine as he talks. "You'd be submissive to me so you'd do as you're told. Every command you'd respond with either ‘Yes Sir or Yes Daddy.' All of your needs would be met before I'd ever consider taking what I want. Long before ever pushing my cock inside you, you'd be a destroyed mess, begging me to give you what you suddenly need so badly you have no clue how you ever lived without it."

I'm trying hard to not show him how he affects me. I squeeze my thighs closed, trying to stop the tingling I've not experienced before as a gasp escapes from me and I set my glass on the table. "And if I don't like it?"

He grins like he knows something I don't. "You would, baby girl. That being said, you'd have a safe word. If you ever utter that word, I will stop everything. Immediately."

"So, this is your thing? Buy virgins from auctions to get yourself off?"

He chuckles boisterously. "No, baby girl. Have I been with other women? Yes, but I've never taken part in the auction. I've had no interest."

Sin takes his wineglass in his large hand and takes a drink as I ask, "Why me then?"

Reaching across the table, he strokes my hand with his fingers, causing tingles to shoot straight to my core. "I don't know. You're obviously very beautiful. I see gorgeous women every day, but there's something about you I can't resist. I don't want to. And I don't think you do either. Say yes, baby girl. One night. One hundred thousand dollars. You won't regret it."

The way he stares at me, his blue eyes focused on me like his next breath depends on my response, is intoxicating. But also terrifying.

"What if I can't be what you want?"

He grins at me, showing off that damn dimple again. "You already are."

Leaning forward, he strokes his fingers over my cheek and as he speaks, his voice comes out husky and seductive, "I'll take care of you, Kierra. I promise you, every single need you have will be looked after. If you don't want this, tell me and I'll back off, but I don't think I'm wrong about you. The way you're clenching your thighs right now tells me everything I need to know. You want Daddy to make you come, don't you?"

I stare into his eyes, endless blue like the most intoxicating ocean and I have clearly lost my mind. "Yes, Daddy."

He intakes a sharp breath. "Fuck."

I can't stop the giggle that bubbles out of me as he arches an eyebrow, "Enjoy yourself now, baby girl, because in a little while it'll be me torturing you as you beg me for relief."