Free Lace and Sin (Sinners Series Book 1) by Aneta Quinn Page A

    Strangely enough, one of the last things he said was
that help can come in any shape or form. I’m starting to think that maybe
Kayla’s that help I need to be grabbing and holding on to like a life line,
like another piece of this puzzle that he’s created for me.

 
    First I need to figure out what she’s planning on
doing, what she wants.

Chapter 8
    Kayla
    I save what I need on the USB, turn off the computer,
and silently fix up the papers on the desk that we messed up with our impulsive
kissing. I walk back out through the door into the dark night, and close the
door behind me with a soft click.

 
    “Kayla, you gotta stop whatever it is you’re planning”
Carter says from somewhere in the darkness. I take a quick look around and see
him leaning against the building, cigarette in his hand.

 
    “Jesus Christ, Carter you fucking scared the shit out
of me. I thought you’d left.”

 
    “Why in the world would I leave?”

 
    “I don’t know, I figured you and Mikhalov where
buddies or something after the way you reacted when you saw what I was doing.”
He scoffs at that as if it’s the craziest thing I’ve ever said to him.

 
    “I’m not going to rat you out. I just…he’s a dangerous
guy Kayla. Whatever it is you’re planning on doing…don’t.”

 
    “Don’t you think I don’t know that? Don’t you think I
don’t already know what a low life piece of shit he is?” I raise my voice a
little in frustration, my anger getting the better of me.

 
    “What’s the story here? What are you trying to do?”

 
    “I told you before I can’t tell you…stop trying to
make this something it isn’t.”

 
    Even in the darkness I can see him roll his eyes at
me. He stubs out his cigarette and starts to walk passed me. He grabs my hand
on the way, and starts heading back the way we came.

 
    “So you prefer bad boy to gentleman…noted. Rough over
soft and gentle…also noted. And no deep dark secrets from the past, no
sharing…also noted.”

 
    “What are you cataloguing me or something?”

 
    He laughs, loudly. In fact I don’t think I’ve ever
heard him laugh so hard before.

 
    “Shut up, someone’s going to hear you” I say - but he
doesn’t stop, in fact he laughs harder. The only thing I can think of is to
press my lips to his to shut him up, which works perfectly.

 
    He slides his hand through my hair and yanks hard,
pulling my face up towards his. This kind of turns me on, yet makes me growl in
frustration, so I push against his chest until he steps backwards. His back
hits the wall of one of the buildings and he laughs again.

 
    “Why does disobedience turn you on so much?” he chuckles.

 
    “And who the hell says I’m turned on? I only kissed
you because you wouldn’t shut up, Carter.”

 
    He reaches out, bunches the front of my hoodie in his
fist, and pulls me against him. My arms automatically reach out to his chest to
brace myself, and he slides one hand down my side and against the waist band of
my tights.

 
    “Stop Carter” I say, but I can’t seem to stop my lips
from lifting into a small smirk. There’s seriously something wrong with me.

 
    He slips his hand slowly down inside my tights, inside
my panties, and slides his fingers between my legs. A huge grin automatically
spreads across his face, because I just proved him right.

 
    His grin fades slightly and he looks right at me,
right into my eyes. I want to look away, but strangely I can’t find it in me to
do that. He looks down between us where his hand is still pressed against me,
and then back up to my face. He slowly starts to move his fingers, and then
slips one finger inside me, working me, moving in a slow yet pleasurable pace.
I close my eyes for an instant, until he says my name in that soft, husky
voice.

 
    “Kayla…Look at me.”

 
    I bite my lip as he slips another finger inside me,
and keeps up the slow torturous pace. I also open my eyes,