Sin & Salvation

Chapter 29

Looking into the mirror one more time, I adjust my shirt, willing it to go down even a little bit. The only thing she could find that would fit me is a stretchy, black athletic crop top. It's a medium and because of my bigger chest, I would normally wear a large, so this shirt is barely covering my tits and a little bit of my stomach.

To make matters worse, she only has leggings in a medium, which barely fit and suffocate my poor ass cheeks. The last pair of underwear she had were hot pink thongs, so if I bend over enough, you can see it through the pants or coming out the top of the leggings.

Love this for me, truly.

I'm so uncomfortable and the minute I get to the house, I'm changing into different clothes. As much as I want to put makeup on, I won't use Payton's, so I just have some Aquaphor on my brows, lashes, and cheeks to make me look less dead. At least my hair is freshly washed and blown out.

I'm walking like a Barbie doll as I leave the bedroom, the shirt rising when I barely lift my arm, and threatening to reveal the fact that I don't have a bra on. There was no need for one with the dress I wore, so I'm currently hoping this tight, black shirt helps cover that up.

My dress from the gala is hanging in Payton's closet. I've refused to look at it since I took it off because it's still covered in Brett's dried blood. I feel terrible that I ruined such a beautiful dress, not only with the blood, but also with the memories of that night which will forever be attached to it.

Even though Evelyn told me to keep the dress, I think I'm going to give it back because it's just too hard to look at. I'm sure she'll understand.

I'm grabbing my phone and the spare keys Payton left when there's a knock at the door. I walk over, trying to still my now-beating heart, knowing who's going to be on the other side. I prepare myself as I open it, but I'm not ready for the gorgeous man in front of me.

It's only been a few days since I last saw him, but he looks even more enticing with a slightly bruised eye and a healing scab next to his scar. More dangerous and threatening, which for some reason is fucking turning me on. I know I must be staring at him, but he's doing the same, clearly taking in my outfit choice.

He clears his throat, clearly trying to hold back a laugh. "That uh... that shirt—"

"Don't," I say, pushing a finger into his chest and moving him away from the door so I can lock it.

He throws his hands up and laughs. "Okay, okay."

I turn towards the door, my back facing him. As I bring the key to the lock, hands graze my shoulders, sweeping my hair off them, and giving him complete access to my neck. I feel him get closer, his breath cascading down my ear and causing a shiver to go through me.

My hands suddenly stop working and I drop the key to the ground.

But before I can pick it up, I realize I can't move because of how close he is to me right now. If I bent down, I'd be pushing my ass directly onto his dick. Which is honestly kind of tempting right now. We stand there, our breathing becoming slow.

I do really want to just get to the house, so I can get this conversation with Brett over with— but I could stand here all day with Silas breathing down my neck. It's making me a little nervous though, not knowing what he's about to do, and my throat gets dry.

I swallow nervously, but it must be loud enough for him to hear because he splays a hand across my bare stomach, pulling me into him. His rock-hard length presses into my lower back and I instinctively push back into it, feeling him strain through his pants.

The other hand works its way up my chest, over my throat, and up to my parted lips. I allow a finger to enter, about to suck on it.

"Bite," he demands.