The Secret (The Evolution of Sin 2)

I gasped into his mouth when his hands slid down my curves and grabbed my bum to lift me onto the ledge. As soon as I was settled, he stepped close, pushing my dress up and spreading my legs open to make room for him against my center. I tipped my head back to moan, my eyes absorbed by the sight of the moon as Sinclair’s lips found the sensitive skin under my ear.

“You want this,” he rasped, pressing even closer so that I could feel his erection against my heat. “Why can’t you admit that you want this?”

My head was dizzy with sensation but the conscious part of me hated his question. Why couldn’t I admit I wanted this? More, that I needed it. I bit back a sob at the idea of never having him like this again and tightened my hands in his hair.

His hand lowered, finding my heeled foot and running his fingers gently around my anklebone before moving up, cool and fluid as rainwater, to my inner thigh. I panted when he pulled away to look into my eyes, his fingertips lazily swirling across the heated skin just beside my sex.

“Admit you want this.”

I moaned because I could still see the people inside, splashes of rich color behind the slightly molted glass doors.

Elena was in there.

“Even with all those people steps away, with your sister just inside, you want thi

s, Elle.”

I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his neck to lick at his delicious salty skin. But he wouldn’t let me escape into the fantasy. Instead, he pulled me back and grasped my chin firmly between his thumb and forefinger.

“Tell me.”

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Yes to what?” Sinclair’s eyes sparkled in the starlight and I knew he was enjoying this. “You know how much I like it when you use your words.”

“Yes,” I said, louder this time. “I want you. I need this.”

I watched my words ignite him, the way goose bumps raced across his skin like a lit fuse towards his fiery gaze.

“Elle,” he groaned, before simultaneously claiming my mouth and plunging two fingers deep inside me.

He caught my moan between his teeth and echoed it with one of his own. Combined with the roar of my blood rushing through my veins it took me a moment to realize that someone was clearing their throat behind Sinclair. I thought quickly, pulling him to me instead of pushing him away, placing my hands over his hair as I tucked his face into the side of my neck. That way, someone might not notice whom it was that I was kissing. Sinclair tensed but allowed me to hide him.

I sighed heavily when I saw Cage standing there, his hands in the pockets of his all black ensemble.

“You scared me.”

“I can’t imagine why, cherie, when you chose such an excellent place for a clandestine rendez-vous.”

I frowned at him as Sinclair extricated himself from my embrace and smoothed down my long skirt before turning to Cage.

“You’re late.”

Cage laughed but it was a hollow sound. “That is the least of our transgressions.”

Sinclair’s lips thinned and he stepped forward, barring me partially from Cage’s cold look. “Are you judging me, rock star?”

“Are you implying I don’t have a right to, gypsy?”

I blinked as the acidity of the atmosphere stung my eyes. I could understand why Cage would be disappointed in us for falling into each others arms yet again, but he had been there in Mexico and more than that, he had encouraged me to pursue Sinclair again even knowing that Elena was my sister. Why the hell was he being so antagonistic?

“Cage,” I began but he held up a hand.

“No, Giselle, I think I will tell you some things, hmm?” He tugged at the end of his braid and sighed roughly. “I care for you two and I do not care much for your woman or your sister, Elena. But I just came from talking with her about a baby, a baby that she hopes to have with you, Sin. She was smiling, you see, in a way that I did not think she was capable of. The idea of family made her smile like that. And you are both her family.”

He shrugged with the tired wisdom of someone eternal. “I want you to be together. I’m, as you say, Team Giselle. But you both need to take your heads out of your asses and figure this out before you all get fucked.”

I don’t know when I started to cry but by the time he was finished, I couldn’t see through the tears and a thin trail of snot was becomingly seeping from my nose. It wasn’t because of Cage’s cruelty. It was because he had no choice but to speak so harshly; the truth of our clandestine relationship was cruel.