Fashioned For Sin

Chapter 38

Leonardo.

Sundays are meant to be quiet, calm, and a day of rest, but today is different. It’s my sister’s wedding, and while I couldn’t care less about social gatherings, and definitely seeing my parents will not be a delight, especially my dad, this day matters to her. I owe her at least that much.

Me and Blair have been exhausted because of training and now this wedding will finish us for good.

My sister’s wedding has everyone scrambling—calls buzzing in, deliveries being made last minute, and my patience being tested at every turn. I stand in front of the mirror in my room, fixing my cufflinks with a steady hand. The reflection staring back at me isn’t much different from the man I see every day—calm, calculated, and in control.

It’s not the ceremony that’s bothering me. Weddings, celebrations, they’re just social obligations to me. What does linger, however, is the fact that Blair and I will be surrounded by strangers for hours, too many opportunities for something to go wrong.

I adjust my tie, brushing down the lapels of my tailored velvet black blazer. The knock at the door barely registers before it swings open, and there she is—Blair.

Her red sparkling dress has an off-the-shoulder neckline with ruffled detailing around the bust. The fabric is slightly sheer and gathered or ruched throughout the bodice and skirt, creating a draped effect. It pools slightly on the floor around her feet.

"You’re staring," she teases, but there’s a flicker of something softer in her eyes.

"I’m admiring," I counter, stepping closer. My voice dips lower, rougher. "You’re going to make every woman in that room jealous, and every man wish they were me."

She rolls her eyes, but there’s a pink hue blooming on her cheeks. "I thought today was about your sister, not us, or me."

My hand finds her waist, pulling her closer, and my lips brush against her ear. "Every day is about you."

Her breath hitches, and I grin, releasing her before I lose all control.

“You plan on ruining my focus all day, don’t you?”

Her lips quirk into a smirk. “Hey, if you’re distracted, that’s on you.” She says, walking in front of me in the mirror, looking at herself.

I walk behind her, my one of my hands find her waist again slowly, while the other hand moves her soft, curly hair that's places on her shoulders, behind her neck.

My lips graze her caramel skin, planting gentle kisses up her neck reaching her ear. "I can feel your breathing quicken, the way your chest raises and falls."

My hand slides up her waist before grazing my finger against the area that's bare on her chest.

"These damn perfect breasts, that I'd love to mark right fucking now." I groan, my hand reaching her face and gripping her jaw real hard, pur eyes connecting in the mirror.

My other hand spinning her body around, and all she does is smile wickedly.

"My pretty doll, unless you want me to ruin that perfect lipstick, to tear this dress apart and tear your fucking pussy apart, I recommend that we leave this hotel room and attend the ceremony."

My dick is bulging through my Ralph Lauren pants right now, pulsing.

"Let's go." She whispers, walking past me, her YSL Libre perfume filling my nostrils.

"My fucking woman" I say, slapping her ass as I lock the hotel room door.
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Josephine practically sweeps Blair away the moment she sees us, and for once, I can’t argue. As much as I hate to let Blair go, today isn’t about me. It’s about Josephine. The bride and her bridesmaids are whisked off to some part of the house for their pre-ceremony rituals. Things bridesmaid do- hair,makeup, and God knows what else.