A Necessary Sin: The Sin Trilogy: Book I

I release her and straighten to look at her face. “Do you want that to apply to me as well?”


“I want things to be very clear so there’s no misunderstanding between us. I won’t give my body to someone who’d fuck me in a storage room or on a desk in the office of a bar. I want to enjoy the pleasure that goes along with great sex, so I will only sleep with a man who is eager to please me. I must be able to trust that you aren’t in it only for yourself. I’ll demand more of you than any other woman ever has, and for that, I’m completely unapologetic.”

“Allow me to be clear with you. I only do what pleases me and that, Bonny Bleu, is what you can trust.”

I’m still holding her so close, we’re nose to nose. “Then I believe we’ve come to an impasse that will bring neither of us any pleasure.”

There’s a loud knock at the door but our eyes remain locked. “Go the fuck away.”

“Sin,” Leith calls out from the other side of the door. “Your father is here to see you.”

The timing couldn’t be worse.

“Fuck!” I yell loudly. I release her and move away to adjust my cock. “We’ll finish this later.”

She whirls and starts for the door. “Not likely.”

I beg to differ. I don’t believe for a second that either of us will be satisfied with an impasse.





Chapter Five





Bleu MacAllister




I only get a glimpse of my mother’s killer before he and Sinclair leave the bar. I have no recollection of seeing his face when he attacked me. I must have squeezed my eyes shut out of fear but I’ve seen countless surveillance photos of him. His face will be forever etched in my brain, yet I find he differs from the way I’ve visualized him. He appears … human, not at all the monster I’ve come to imagine.

It’s closing time and neither Thane nor Sin have returned. I’d hoped the pair would come back so he might introduce me to his father. I’m anxious to embark this ship of deception that will bring me into the Breckenridges’ inner circle.

I’m walking home when Sinclair’s black sedan eases alongside again. “Get in.”

He doesn’t get to give me orders like I’m one of his Fellowship members. “No.”

“I said get in.”

“And I said no.” It’s my job to teach him how to treat me early on.

“Please, Bleu. I’d really like to take you home.” He’s almost making this too easy.

I look at him for a moment, as if I’m considering his proposition, but I already know I’ll get in. “Okay, but only because you asked nicely.”

I wait for him to lead the conversation but he says nothing—so I don’t, either—during the two-minute drive to my flat. We’re angry at one another. Well, he’s mad and I’m pretending to be.

I’m the first to speak when Sterling parks in the usual spot. “Thanks for the lift.” Sinclair doesn’t reply as he opens his door to get out. “What do you think you’re doing?”

I sit in the car with folded arms like a juvenile. He opens my door and puts his hand inside to help me exit. “I’m coming in with you.”

I take his hand and allow him to help me out. “What makes you think that?”

“We were interrupted earlier, and I’d like to finish where we left off.” Yeah, I’m sure he would.

I stop him at the door, placing my hand on his chest to let him know it’s a no-go. “We want two different things, and I won’t settle for less than everything I deserve.”

“What if I told you I thought about it and changed my mind? What if I want to try it your way?” He’s coming around but not quite there. He needs more time to simmer so he can see things my way. Completely.

“Mmm … no.” I say it like a spoiled brat.

“What do you mean, no?” He sounds like a brat too. I think he’s truly shocked he isn’t getting his way.

“You don’t get to … try me out. That’s not how this works.”

“Then how would you like this to go?”

“You told me earlier that you only do what pleases you, so you’ll need to convince me that you want to make it good for me.”

“You want this to be all about your pleasure.” He laughs.

“Mmm … not completely. Just mostly.”

“My God, woman. You’ve enchanted me. Now I’m desperate to find out what being with you is like.”

Fucking perfect. “You’ll have to work for it. And after you do, I might not agree if I feel you didn’t work hard enough to suit me.” Wow. I sound like a total bitch. I may have taken it too far.

“All right. I agree to your terms.” I cannot believe he just agreed to those stipulations.

What have I gotten myself into? I knew there was a possibility I might have to get into bed with the enemy, but I had no idea I’d be this electrified about doing so.

It makes me feel dirty. But I like it. And I shouldn’t.



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