Owned by a Sinner (Sinners 2)

Get to work, asshole.

Forcing myself to focus, I bring a contract up. Time starts to slip away until my office phone rings.

Seeing it’s Kiara’s line, I answer, “Yes?”

“I have a Mr. Gordon on the line for you.”

“I’m in the middle of something. Take a message for me.”

“Yes, sir.”

Sir.

The image of Kiara in my bed, moaning that word, flashes through my mind.

I have to close my eyes when a burst of desire hits, making me harden at the speed of light.

Fuck, at this rate, I’m not going to get much work done.

Chapter 14

Kiara

Working with Liam, I’ve noticed it keeps Finn at a distance.

Just one more reason why I like Liam.

I know Dad said I must stay away from him, but… why? I get Liam’s the head of the mafia, and after searching on Google, I think I understand what that entails. But the mafia set aside, Liam treats me like a human being. He’s the total opposite of Finn.

I’m not going to lie, where Finn disgusts me, Liam intrigues me. There’s no comparing the two men.

Also, Dad said he trusts Liam, so why can’t I?

“You can take notes, right?” Finn suddenly asks, making me jump in the chair.

Bastard.

I don’t bother hiding the scowl as I meet his eyes, my chin raised. “Yes.”

The corner of his mouth lifts in a sneer. “Careful. Just because Liam’s giving you the time of day doesn’t mean shit. Seems your mother’s living on borrowed time.”

The reminder of the threat has it feeling like acid’s pouring into my stomach.

He gestures to the office where the meeting is being held. “We have a meeting in the boardroom. Come.”

Grabbing a notepad and pencil, I reluctantly follow Finn, and stepping inside the boardroom, the managers from each department are already seated around the rectangular table.

Unfortunately, I have to sit next to Finn because Liam comes in, taking the only other available seat on the other side of the table.

It’s fine. You’re surrounded by people. Finn won’t do anything.

“Morning, everyone,” Liam starts the meeting. I open the notepad and get ready to write any important points down. “Thank you for being here on time.” I watch as Liam sets a timer on his phone.

I find myself staring at his hands, my insides fluttering.

“Everyone’s here apart from Devon, who had to take a couple of personal days. Kiara is filling in for him.” He gives me a warm smile, making my own lips curve up.

“Everyone should have a copy of the quarterly proposals?”

As all the managers take a look at the packets I placed on the table earlier, a hand settles heavily on my thigh. My head snaps to Finn, and quickly reaching beneath the table, I shove him off.

My cheeks flame up, and I swallow hard as the hopelessness and fear return with a force. I glance around the table, hoping no one noticed.

“Let’s start with item one,” Liam says, drawing my gaze to him.

I stare at his handsome features, the strength in his eyes.

Can you make Finn stop?

Liam’s gaze meets mine, and I quickly lower my own to the notepad. I press the pencil to the paper but draw a startled line across the page when Finn grabs hold of my thigh again. Then he moves his hand up, and I almost choke when he grips me hard between the legs.

Shock shudders through me, and before I can even think of what to do, I dart up from the chair to get away from Finn.

Liam’s eyes narrow on me. “Kiara, are you okay?”

Wrapping an arm around my waist, horrible emotions well up in me. “Cramps,” I whisper, and not excusing myself, I hurry out of the office.

I run to the restroom and shut myself in one of the stalls. Placing a flat hand against the door, I start to gasp for air, the shock of what happened hitting again.

Humiliation floods me, pushing tears to my eyes.

I can’t believe Finn touched me like that. And in an office filled with people.

Crouching down, I wrap my arms around my waist, unable to compose myself.

I’ve never been violated like that. I don’t know how to handle it. My chin begins to tremble, and it feels like my stomach is on fire with the bile churning in it.

This is sick.

It feels as if my whole body is being submerged in ice.

I try to shut down my mind, but I can’t ignore the disturbing feel of Finn’s hand between my legs.

I gasp for air, my lungs burning and my throat aching. Bile rushes up, and somehow in my traumatized state, I turn to the toilet before emptying my stomach.

When there’s nothing left to vomit, I sink back on my butt, and leaning against the wall, I try to breathe through the trauma of what Finn did to me.

Surrounded by people, he violated me, which means if he gets me alone, he’ll rape me.