Chapter 4

SIN

Nicholai Damien Ivanov, "Sin" to his friends saw her the moment she stepped into the club in that tight white dress. He knew he wasn't the only man who noticed the Angel in white and he took her as his right when she separated herself from her friends and took a seat on the bar nearest to his lounge. His private lounge. His private bar.

Sin motioned at the bartender to serve her and not make mention of his reservation. He watched as she frowned, she seemed to be deep in thoughts. Then she bit her lip.

His body reacted like any sane man's would to a beautiful woman in such close proximity.

Sin was used to getting his fair share of women alright! They came to him in every direction with or without having knowledge of his identity but he knew how much of a picky lover he was. No matter how grave his need for a woman, with his hectic schedules he knew to not bed just any woman who flirts or the first who glances his way.

This very woman pegged him as an innocent yet she had an alluring aura. So alluring she had him thinking of how to put her legs to use, her mouth.

Fuck! He swore, the whole of her.

He watched with unabashed interest as his Angel searched for her friends who were probably already having the times of their lives because they obviously came to have fun.

Well, so did he.

Then he made his move and the moment she noticed him he knew he was going to be laid. She had fire in her eyes. Then she had to ask him a silly question.

“Horses or cars?” Her voice stirred his loins.

Despite the love and affinity he had for cars, horses came first to him. Always have and always will.

Growing up he was the epitome of a rich spoiled son. His mother was an heiress and his father a tycoon. He had everything at his beck and call but never a horse when he was young. His mother, a fragile Italian decided horses were too vulgar and wild for her young son and denied him his most precious wish. So, he learnt to hide his feelings and acted unconcerned.

The moment Sin had control of his own money he bought a horse. To put it mildly, he owns a ranch with several horses and inspired his own nephew to love the animals.

They were his pets, he coddled them more than he did anyone in his life apart from his two godchildren.

Sin made the bold move of touching her and her slight tremble fuelled his need for her. It's been long for him. He was half aware of what he was saying and half picturing just what they could do together when he was whispering all those words to her ear and was grinding against her like a dog in heat.

Later on he would ponder on his actions. Now he needed a stronger action. Something she would definitely appease.

To his credit she uttered not a word of refusal. He hit the mark and he knew it and in no time they were in his Audi driving up to one of his condos in the Upper East Side. Then he thought against it and headed to his penthouse at the top of one the hotels he's built.

Why he took her to his sanctuary and not one of his other apartments wasn't the question on his mind. Rather, all he could think of was why the hotel suddenly seemed to be so far away.

When they reached their destination he gave her one last chance to make a decision, to give in or not. She responded by drawing him by the lapels of his jacket and closing her lips over his.

Fuck if he wasn't gone.

Sin let her have her way with him for a moment before taking control of the situation. He plundered and took, slanted his head so he could reach deeper and felt her pulling at his clothes.

His Angel is feisty. He thought with a grin.

Slowly he inched her towards the nearest sofa and tugged at the zip of her dress until it was pooling around her feet on the ground. Satisfied, he wrapped her legs around his waist and headed towards the bedroom.

By then he'd lost his shirt and she was frantically tugging at his belt. He lost track of his thoughts when she took a hold of him and felt like he was on the brink of bursting.

"I need you now, we'll play later." His voice was hoarse. "Leave your heels on. I want to feel them digging into my back when I'm deep inside you."

Then he felt how ready she was and without giving them both time to think, he'd sheathed himself with protection and plunged home.

Sin groaned in her ear, held himself unmoving as she adjusted to his girth. Then she dug her heels into his back and fucking sent him to hell.

Their first joining was frantic, frenzied, all shades of fast and by the time she reached her peak he was following closely behind. Throwing his head back he groaned in ecstasy before collapsing on the bed and taking her with him so he won’t suffocate her by dropping his weight on her.

He drew circles around her back then withdrew.

“What’s your name?” Sin asked directly to her ear. The huskiness in his voice much more prominent than it was earlier on.

“We really skipped the pleasantry part didn’t we?” Her voice was angelic, like music to his soul.

“Yeah we went for the actual pleasure. What’s your name?” He demanded, letting his tongue brush her lower lip.

“April. Just April.”

“April huh? I’m Sin.” He watched her reaction closely.

Her shoulders shook with mirth, “The name fits you.” She made the move to get out of his arms and Sin felt his arms subconsciously holding her tighter.

The moment he realised what he did he unwound his arms from around her, gave her the space she wanted while he made himself busy by discarding the used condom into his bathroom bin.

When he got back she was still wrapped in his white sheets, her eyes moved south of him. The sight of her all mussed up was doing things to him alright. Fuck! He was hardening already and there wasn’t a piece of clothing on his body.

With the look of a predator in his eyes he pursued his prey until he had her right where he wanted, beneath him.

“Again?” Her voice was low, making her appear to be meek but he knew more than anything there wasn’t a meek bone in her body. She was a seductress. A temptress.

“All night.” He whispered in her ear, his tongue making love to her earlobe. “All weekend.” He added before moving south, holding her captive with his eyes and raising her knees until her feet were firmly on the bed with his body between her feet.

“I promised to play later. It’s later already. Hang tight.” Then he dove in. She hanged tight alright!

All weekend long.