A Necessary Sin: The Sin Trilogy: Book I

“Yes. Quite.”


He pushes my dress down until it falls to the floor and then steps away to look at me. I feel self-conscious. I’ve never stood in front of a man wearing only my panties and bra. It’s nothing like wearing a bikini and my instinct is to cover myself with my hands. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

I’m surprised at how pleased I am to know he finds me attractive. “I’m happy you think so.”

He puts his finger under the strap of my bra and glides it down. “I’ve been imagining black lace beneath that black dress all night but I’m really enjoying the sight of you in white. It makes you look innocent.”

It’s fitting for a virgin to wear white. “There are more surprises to come.”

He grins and his dimples make an appearance. Those are a sign of happiness, right?

I pull the knot of his tie until it’s free and drop it to the floor. I unbutton his shirt until it’s completely open and push it away as I glide my hands up his shoulders and chest.

I step away so I can admire him fully. His body is flawless, contoured in all the right places down to that perfect V at his waist.

My eyes pause at the underside of his bicep when I find an intricate inked Celtic pattern. The artwork is breathtaking with a design composed of complex mazes, knots, and labyrinths. “My God, this is beautiful.”

“My body or my tattoo?” He laughs.

“Both.”

The reaction he’s getting from me is genuine because this is unexpected. Nothing in his file mentioned ink but I guess it wouldn’t since none is visible when he’s in a suit. “I had no idea you had this.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to.” He grasps my shoulders and turns me around so I’m facing the bed. “Stand here. There’s something you have to see before we go any further.”

He’s acting weird. “O … kay.”

He unbuttons his pants and lowers the zipper before pushing them to his knees. He sits on the edge of the bed. “There’s a reason I prefer a quick fuck instead of bringing women home to my bed.”

I’m not experienced at this but even I know this isn’t normal.

“I choose to keep this a secret because a rival—or even my own brothers—could see it as a weakness. No one knows, with the exception of five people: my father, Abram, Jamie, Leith, and my brother, Mitch. I live as though this never happened because I won’t allow it to hinder the way I experience life.”

He pushes his trousers to the floor and watches my face. “Another thing you can’t see unless I’m out of my clothes.”

My God, he’s an amputee. His left leg is missing below the knee, replaced by a prosthesis. How could I miss something so important during my surveillance?

“I was shot six years ago and they couldn’t save my leg. This is why I don’t bring women into my bed. There’s no way to hide this.”

But Sin isn’t hiding from me. He’s making himself vulnerable.

“No one can know.”

This is good. Sin believes I won’t reveal this secret. “I understand.”

He watches me come to him. “I need to know what you’re thinking.”

I hold his face in my palms. “I think you should make love to me.” I look down. “Doesn’t your prosthesis need to come off first?”

His smile is back, as are his dimples. “Probably.”

He removes and props the leg against the bed railing before grabbing me around the waist to pull me closer. He reaches around to unfasten my bra and then buries his face between my breasts. He cups them with his hands on the underside, pushing them together. “I love these. They’re absolutely perfect.” He’s accustomed to quickies that only please him, so I’m betting this isn’t something he’s done often.

He moves his mouth to my nipple, sucking it in. He circles it with his tongue until it pebbles and then tugs gently with his teeth. A shiver spreads throughout my body and chills erupt over my skin. I look up at the ceiling because I can’t watch what he’s doing. I’m afraid I’ll like what I’m seeing.

He places his palms on my hips and pushes them under my panties. He grasps my hips hard and pulls me against his groin. He’s still wearing boxer briefs but I feel his hard cock rubbing against the front of my panties.

They don’t get to stay on for long because he pushes them down my legs. When they fall to my ankles, I step out, leaving them in the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

His palms glide up and down the sides of my body as he studies every inch. “I knew you’d be perfect.”

I’m self-conscious again, even more so now that I’m stark naked. I shake my head. “I’m in no way perfect.”

He grasps my nape and brings me closer to kiss the side of my neck. “You are to me, Bonny Bleu.”