SIN [h.s] ✔

Chapter Sixteen.

Harry

11:00 PM

As soon as our bedroom door was locked behind us I took Beth's hand and pulled her into my arms. It had been one long, stressful week, and I needed to relieve some tension. Knowing that I was about to take her without anything between us, made me impatient and more aggressive than usual. I leaned down and kissed her hard, urging her lips apart and sweeping my tongue into her mouth. She melted and kissed me back eagerly, letting me know with her body that she would give herself to me willingly. She tasted good, like brandy, and I groaned as she pushed her hips up against me.

I wrapped her hair around one hand and held her head firmly in place, grabbing her ass with the other and grinding into her. I could tell already that tonight would not be my best example of restraint; I wanted her underneath me as soon as possible. Luckily, that seemed to be her plan too.

Pulling her body back, without breaking our kiss, she started unbuttoning her blouse. I tossed my hat and cape on a chair and started undoing my own buttons. To my relief she was out of that damned dress in record time. I finished the job by quickly getting her out of her bra and panties and practically knocking her onto the bed. She didn't seem to mind at all, though. In fact, she was pulling me on top of her very impatiently, like she couldn't wait to take my cock. Her skin was warm, soft and smooth, and the way that she squirmed underneath me was making me almost painfully hard.

"We should slow down," I said kissing her neck as she tilted her head back to give me better access. "You won't be ready." With just a tiny moan that made my dick jump, she grabbed my hand and guided it between her legs, where I discovered, to my delight, that she was definitely ready. "Oh fuck," I mumbled and pushed her legs apart further, positioning myself between them. She helped to bring me to her entrance, and when I felt that wet heat against the head of my cock I breathed in sharply and forced myself to hold back.

"I want you inside me now," she said in an almost pleading tone that drove me nuts, and that was it. There was no holding back anymore at that point. I thrust into her and felt the most incredibly intense sensation I had ever encountered. It's funny how you never know what you're missing until you actually experience it. The problem was, that it was so intense, that I wasn't sure I could control myself for long. I could feel everything for the first time, the heat, the velvety, wet softness of her clenching against me. It was pure ecstasy and I realized that all of my experiences before this had been like taking a shower with my socks on.

"I don't know how long I'll last," I admitted, in a strained voice, breathing raggedly, my muscles tensed. I felt like I was seventeen again, like I might explode at any moment, even though I never wanted this to end.

"It's okay," she said soothingly, rubbing my back and wrapping her legs around my waist. "Just stop when you need to." Her voice was so warm and sweet; she took the pressure to perform away, and it almost overwhelmed me.

At that moment, I felt something just as intense on the inside as what I was experiencing physically. The first time with her had been fantastic, but this was something beyond even that. I had never felt that kind of intense intimate connection with a woman before. I wanted to be inside her, connected to her and claiming her like this forever. She was mine and I never wanted to let go.

I started slowly rolling my hips and sliding in and out of her incredible pussy, stopping when I needed to and then beginning again. She kept whispering gentle loving encouragement and rubbing my shoulders and my back. We made love slowly like that for a long time and finally I sensed her getting close. She was breathing hard and moaning quietly, pushing her hips up against me and arching her back. I couldn't think clearly, but I also couldn't look away from her. She was so beautiful. Finally her muscles tensed and she cried out and went still, squeezing her eyes shut and then opening them and giving me a look that guaranteed that she owned me.

I couldn't hold back anymore. I needed to come desperately and I started thrusting faster and harder feeling the pressure rapidly build. Then there was the tingling and I let go with a gasp. It was absolutely gut wrenching and there was something primal about it as I exploded inside of her, claiming her and marking her as mine. I collapsed on top of her with my heart hammering in my chest and blood rushing in my ears. Exhausted euphoria overtook us both and we fell asleep still joined together.

2:00 AM

We met at the top of the stairs like we had all agreed upon. Everyone was there, everyone but Bruce and Bruno that is.

"Where's the Diva?" Lily asked.

"He must still be asleep," Gab answered. "We'll go without him."

"Where's Bruno?" Adam asked.

"We left him in the room," Braden replied.

"Okay, Caitlin, show us the way, honey," Jess said and Caitlin started down the stairs, with the rest of us following as quietly as possible.

A couple of times we thought we heard something, so we froze and waited, but it turned out to be nothing. After what felt like an hour, we finally made it to the hallway where Gerard's study was. We kept watch as Caitlin tried the door. It was unlocked, and she opened it a crack. It was dark inside, and I let out a breath. I had been worried that Gerard would be in there doing something. Caitlin pushed the door open and we all slipped inside.

Shining our lights ahead of us we headed for the alcove. And there it was, the painting. I took a step forward and almost tripped over something in the dark. I shone my light down onto the floor and froze.

"Hit the lights somebody," I ordered. There was some scrambling as everyone felt around for a switch, and then suddenly the room was illuminated and I squinted, letting my eyes adjust.

"Oh my God!" Beth exclaimed.

"Ew!" Caitlin added. It was Gerard and he was very obviously dead with a bullet hole in the center of his forehead.

"Step back," a strange voice commanded. Looking up I saw that greasy paparazzo that was always covering these fundraisers. Instead of a camera, though, he was holding a gun.

"You!" Beth said sounding surprised.

"Me, and you have very bad timing."

"This guy is a photographer from the tabloids," I explained. "I assume he heard us talking about the painting that night and he wants to steal it for himself."

"Yeah, both Elaine and I heard you talking, but whereas she was just interested in a scoop, I had a bigger interest. That painting was supposed to be mine a long time ago."

"What do you mean yours?" Caitlin asked sounding petulant.

"Mine. Paul distracted everyone the night the old man died, and I went in and got it. He was supposed to find a buyer for us. The money was going to go to setting me up with my own gallery. I should have known that unfaithful bastard would double cross me."

"Wait, you're not saying you were the one that Gerard was seeing?" Beth asked, sounding shocked.

"Ew," Caitlin added again.

"I don't have time for this. I'm taking that painting and I'm getting out of here, and I'm taking her with me," he grabbed Caitlin. There was a moment of silence while we all just stared.

"Okay," I said and shrugged.

"No! Not okay," Beth said scowling at me. "Take the painting but leave..."

Before she could finish the lights went out again and a shimmering figure seemed to glide across the room. Just then a ferocious sounding growl came from somewhere, and our thief yelped out in what sounded like pain and terror. Holy shit! This place was haunted!

There was a clattering sound and a thud as he hit the ground and let go of the gun. Then there was more scrambling, and the lights came on again. I don't know what in the hell I expected to see, a ghost I guess? What I actually did see was Bruce, still in his Charlie Chan outfit, and Bruno with his teeth buried in the photographers ankle. Braden had grabbed the gun and Adam was already calling 911.