Desirable Sin

Chapter One
Chapter two
Chapter three

She stared at Declan in shock.

“Turn off the lights.” the words were low, guttural and dark with a desperation she didn’t understand.

“What are you doing here?” she asked in a whisper.

“Turn off the lights.”

“I like the lights on--”

“Turn off the damn lights,” he repeated softly but no less forcefully.

Mouth running dry, Angela held the sheets to her heaving breast with one hand and groped for the bedside lamp with the other. Seconds later, the room was encased in darkness.

Angela swallowed and squinted her eyes, struggling to see through the gloom. She ran a tongue over parched lips and clenched her fingers around the sheets.

“Declan?”

He closed the door with a soft click. She followed the ruffle of clothes and his footfalls as he moved to stand by the side of the bed. The room was silent save for their deep breaths. The tension spiked.

A hundred different emotions coursed through her. Her breath left her parted lips in shallow pants.

“Angela.”

His hand groped for and found her ankle. Her heart stilled and took some time to begin beating again, leaving her light-headed. Warm fingers tightened on her ankles and inched upward. Angela’s breath left her in gasps.

“Declan what are you doing?” she asked in a whisper.

His grip tightened. “Taking what’s mine. Now, stop talking.”

His fingers roved upward, over her knees, her thighs and the curve of her buttocks. Angela moaned and let her head drop back on the pillows. The smell of Declan, night and alcohol assaulted her, and she gave a fleeting thought to put a stop to this.

She didn’t come here to be the other woman. She hadn’t wanted to come here. Period.

“Jesus, you’re more than I dreamed, more than I expected,” he hissed the words from between clenched teeth.
Angela clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle her response. Her nipples went tight and hard, and her head swam. She sought to find sobriety, any form of clarity and lost.

“Open your legs for me.”

His command momentarily pierced the fog of desire surrounding her. Angela blinked.

“Declan, what are we doing? You need to --ah!” she groaned as fire coursed from her puckered nipple, arrowing down to her core.

He leaned over and towards her, settling his legs on hers. Declan pressed kisses on her eyebrow, mouth, and temple. “Angela,” he whispered, pressing more kisses along her jawline.

“Come on.” He closed warm mouth over her nipple and tugged lightly. She lost it. Angela moaned, parted her legs and canted her hips upward, seeking relief.

Without warning, he thrust into her waiting warmth. Angela caught her breath at the feeling of fullness. He pulled out, scraping the walls of her center so deliciously she arched up for more. With a harsh groan, he threw his head back, throwing his tortured face into sharp relief. Angela placed a tentative hand on his exposed neck and shivered.
He stilled and lowered his head until their eyes met. He braced his arms on either side of her head and began to move, giving her a pleasure she’d only dreamed of. When she could hold it no longer, Angela sank her teeth his naked shoulder and gave herself over to the wonder of his lovemaking.

When her thighs stopped quaking, her head stopped swimming, and she could feel the bed beneath her, he slipped out of her with a loud groan and sank to the bed beside her.

Angela stared straight ahead at the ceiling of the guest room in Declan’s family home. You know, the one he shared with his wife and daughter. His wife and daughter were just down the hall, and she slept with him. Her lips trembled, and she sank her teeth into it.

Once a slut, always a slut.

Her mind slipped back to one of her lowest days years ago. After Nedum cut off her allowance, she needed a fix so bad she resorted to sleeping with her dealer. Naked and desperate, she’d raggedly inhaled the coke he left carelessly on the table. But his parting words had remained with her.

Once a slut, always a slut.

“I’m officially an adulterous woman,” she whispered.

Declan turned towards her. “I-I wasn’t in my right mind, I--”

She swiveled her head to stare. “You weren’t in your right mind,” she repeated in a wooden tone.

A spot of red heat hit Declan’s cheekbones. “I’m an adulterous man,” his eyes skipped hers, “and the sight of you still leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.”

Angela gave a bitter sounding laugh, accepting the words that landed like blows in her heart. “That’s you’re still staring at me, still licking your lips as you continue to stare at my breast. That’s why you’re already hard again barely a minute after--”

“Shut up,” Declan ordered through gritted teeth.

To her shame, Angela felt herself responding. “No,” she whispered.

Declan gave her a distracted glance. “Huh?” He reached for her, arranging her body to his liking. With one long, well-aimed thrust, he was sheathed inside her to the hilt. “Christ,” he muttered harshly.

Angela scored her nails down his back and barely stifled a scream as the shakes of pleasure wracked through her. Raising her long legs, she wrapped them around him, caught his earlobe between her teeth and bit. Declan threw his head back and began thrust wildly and in out of control motions inside her. He pressed his face into the curve of her neck as he came.

They fell asleep, exhausted on the rumpled bed. Thighs still shaking from the acrobatics of the night, lips tingling from the effort to hold back her tears, Angela closed her eyes and fought with the reality.

An adulterous woman.

Tears slipped down her cheeks silently. The other woman. What was the lowest level she’d ever sink in her damnable life? She’d thought mistreating Meredith would make things better. How dare she find happiness with her brother’s best friend after his death. The disloyalty had been all she could think of. Then came her downward spiral into drugs.

An adulterous woman.

Jesus.

She heard Declan move and froze. He didn’t touch her again, and she felt the slap of his disapproval worst than the first wave of hunger during rehab. His side of the bed dipped, dragging the sheets off her naked body, but Angela didn’t move. The tension in the room spiked, rising to dangerous levels.

“In the six years we’ve been married,” Declan began hauntingly, “this is the first time I will look at another woman- you. This is the first time I will sleep with another woman- you again.”

He laughed without humor.

He nodded. “It figures. I mean you must have done this so many times I’m probably just another cock to you.”
Angela swallowed as pain ballooned in her chest. She gasped. “I’m sorry--”

He laughed again, the sound hollow, rough and the saddest thing she’d ever heard. “You know the worst part? Even when I made love with Casey, a part of me always wondered how it would have been like with you. And now,” he inhaled raggedly, “all I can think about is being inside you again.”

Angela jerked her head up to stare at him in shock. She shook her head mutely. But the reaction of his body rejected her disagreement with his words and produced an answering response deep inside her. As she watched, his member rose, jutting out proudly.

Angela closed her eyes.

“Come here.”

She shook her head. “We shouldn’t, Declan--”

“We have already, many times. We have sinned, so we might as well finish it.”

He caught her chin and stared into her blue eyes. “Christ, you’re everything.” His fingers trailed down her cheek. “Witch,” he whispered.

Angela held her breath, waiting for his kiss. Her eyes dropped to his thin, sensual lips, and she flushed.

“Witch.” His mouth dropped to her earlobe and she had no time to dwell on her disappointment as desire spiked through her. She moaned.

He caught her nipple and tweaked it, sending her rushing towards orgasmic bliss.

“Damn, that’s hot,” Declan panted out. He settled her over his hips, grunting and jerking with the movement. Angela raised her hips and lowered herself over him. They moaned at the pleasure-- and the door slipped open.

Mounted over him and backing the door, Angela didn’t notice at first.

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Beneath her, Declan went still and stopped breathing, watching as his five-year-old daughter, Esther walked into the room.

“Daddy, who’s that?”

Declan flung Angela off him and quickly pushed the sheets over them. Shame, fear and self-disgust rolled over him like a tide.

“Who’s she?” Esther continued. “Why are you not with Mummy?”

Declan swallowed, mind scrambling for answers and rationalizations in the pit of adultery and shame. Worse still, all he could remember was Casey's revelation. Esther wasn't even his.

“Esther--”

“Get away from my Daddy!”

Angela scrambled off him, hitting his stomach with her knees in her rush to get away. “I’m so sorry--”

Declan slipped from the bed, grabbed his shorts and pulled them on so fast he heard it rip. He could feel Esther’s blue eyes boring a hole in his back. Her stare was more curious than angry.

“Why are in bed with my Daddy?"
“I-I--”

A loud crash from the direction of his bedroom interrupted him, and he stopped. As his eyes found Angela’s wide, guilty ones, Declan finally remembered his wife.

“Casey.”

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