Her Sinners (Somerville #1)

Chapter 47

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Sin's Pov

I could sense Stevie behind my bedroom door as she locks me out of my own room. I smirk at her trying to hide from me, but what she didn't know is that I have the spare key with me.

I go to the closet where I keep the towels picking up the key. "You can't hide from me Princess, you will have to come out soon." I say teasingly.

I could hear her giggles from the inside as I placed the key into the lock. I turn it quickly before pushing open the door. I slam it shut loudly the sound reverberating off the wooden panels.

There she is with her back against my dresser. The mirror placed there showing me the back of her head as she watches me with a sensuous glare.

I won the race here so now she does what I want her too. My comment about preparing her ass, just a joke. However the spark of intrigue in her eyes from wanting to do it made my cock hard from the thought.

I so want to be the first to fuck her sweet, biteable ass.

"You found me." She practically purrs with her back against my dresser. My bed to the right of it, and I couldn't wait to christen it with her body.

"It wasn't that hard princess, you didn't even try." My eyes filled with mischief. I watch as she slowly takes in my small bedroom, the room I grew up in my whole life.

It isn't much, but it's home. I felt kind of insecure at the moment of her checking out my small bedroom. Knowing she didn't grow up like this. Her bedroom could fit two of mine.

I feel uncomfortable from the unfamiliar insecurities. Never really caring what people thought about me much less my goddamn house.

Yet Stevie just took notice of it. She didn't wrinkle her nose at the old carpet or the dingy paint on the walls. Most people from where she is from would turn their noses up from the sheer
judgment of seeing my mediocre home. It didn't fit their outlandish superior lifestyle.

Stevie though, she just took it all in. Her eyes softly drifting to one part to the next. She seems like she enjoys seeing this different side of me.

Her silence though has me feeling as if she might be thinking the worst no matter what her facial expressions tell me.

I couldn't take her not talking, the quiet making me defensive. "What are you thinking about?" Making sure my tone soft despite the nerves bubbling from her caculating eyes.

Her grey eyes so much like my little sister's, but that's where the familiarity of their blood stops. She pins them straight on me as she gives a shy smile.

"I am not sure if I should say it."

I give a small smile, "Yes, my cock is the nicest out of the 3 of us." Joking to lighten the sexual tension that's simmering beneath us.

She rolls her eyes at my joke. "You do have a nice dick. All of you do, but that's not what I was going to say."

I stand and wait, the silence letting her know I am all ears to listen to her. She sighs deeply like what she wants to say is bothering her.

"I was just thinking about how many women you had in here. Now I feel stupid for bringing it up."

Her eyes fall to her feet, her hair falling around her face creating a curtain of security. My heart, feeling pulls from her worrying about the other women I have been with. None of them ever matter. Not like she does to me.

I have to admit, my hatred for her began from my own petty discretions about her father. However she was never my true intended she was just the catalyst from her father's adulterous choices.